Queen Oneshots!

Dance pt 2(deacury)

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Warnings: Mentions of self harm, domestic abuse and rape.

Freddie's P.O.V

What? Paul...Prenter? I recognize that name from somewhere...I  Roger and Bri and they looked a mixture of 2 things-rage and confusion. I traced my gaze over to our new bassist and nodded. 

"Do you share an apartment, darling?" I mumbled raspily. He looked away.

"Johnny, answer!" Roger shouted. His voice cracked at the end of his statement and poor Deaks began to sob. I turned to Roger and made an disgusted face at him. I had to-he made my baby cry. 

Brian spoke up, "Is that a yes, John?" Deaky looked at Brian trembling slightly and nodded. 

There was a silence and Roger mumbled, "John, hun, sit." John looked at the 3 chairs that we were sitting on and pursed his lips before lowering himself to the ground.

John's P.O.V 

I began to sit when Freddie stopped me. 

"No-that simply won't do. Come're, love." I followed his directions and moved over to him. In a swift movement he plucked me from the floor and placed me on his lap. I felt heat rise to my cheeks and looked down. Freddie used his forefinger to bring my chin up to his chest. I have never known this touchy a person before-but I liked him. He is comforting, kind and attractive. 

"We want to know from the beginning, dear. When you first met him." Brian emphasized 'him' like the word was a disease. I thought for a moment, and sighed. Here we go.

"Well, Paul and I met at a club. We weren't drunk, however. He seemed nice and we hung out for the whole night. Soon after, he called me with the number I gave that night. He took me on a few dates, and we became official." I held out a long, shaky breath. "About 2 weeks after we got together, he wanted to move in with me. I obviously said yes, what else would I say? He was fine until 4 days later. That night he-he..."  I felt tears run down my cheeks, "beat me, then-raped me."

"No, no, no, no, no, no. John no..." Brian whispered and shoved his face in his hands. Roger stared darkly at the wall, his mouth slightly agape. Freddie rubbed my back lightly before telling me to continue. 

"I told him to stop, but he wouldn't. He kept doing it for months, and I was terrified to go home. I tried to break up with him-but he just did it rougher. The abuse was terrible and he raped me more often. I- I...I didn't know what to do. I called my mom-but she tried to call the police and if she had done that than I would be...dead. I began to hurt myself. He didn't care though. He hurts me more now, and he tries to make me stay at home...he works at some studio-I think it involves recording or something..."

"I knew it. Roger, Brian, get your coats-we're going out. John-put your bass away and come with us. I know Prenter."

Before I could say anything else I was being scrambled out the door by my bandmates and into Roger's (I think) car. 

"First, we need to know where he lives, John. I..we will certainly fuck him up." Roger yelled angrily.

I sighed anxiously and told them the address. "Room 103. L-London suites.." 

Should I make another part?