So, That's Your Dad? (Freddie Mercury) | Under Construction

Chapter Forty: The Miracle

The lights flicker in my room. I have no choice except to close the book I'm reading to see who it is. There's joe standing in the doorway. He's lucky that Ralph hasn't woken up. Because if he did, he's not going to kick my ass, he's gonna kick Joe's ass. I remember on my first day being here, he told me that if I woke him up past nine then I should expect to be punched in the face. So if he wants to be late to class, I just late him do that because he is every day. "Joe what the hell!" I whisper. "I'm sorry I thought you were asleep." He defended himself.

I cross my arms and sit up straight. "My personal light is on and the door is wide open. Yes, I'm sleeping Josephine." I say in a sarcastic manner. He nodded and criss crossed his legs on the foot of my bed. I briefly noticed that his hands were still behind his back. "Two questions, why are you up and why is the door wide open?" He interrogated. I chuckled. "I couldn't sleep and it's open because of, you know, the demon." I answer. "Oh yeah. I forgot we can't acknowledge it." He whispered. Clearly that hasn't worked and the haunting has gotten worse since Linda told us the story. "Now I have two questions: what are you doing here in the middle of the night, and why are you pajamas dirty?" It was now my turn to interrogate him.

"Girl you're going to love this. I got you something!" His hands came forward with a cassette. I gasped and I couldn't believe it. I'm dreaming right now. He must have had a long walk around town and probably found an illegal way of purchasing this. I'm sure the record store isn't going to be open for quite sometime and the album was released within this hour. "How did you," I didn't even finish my sentence because I almost cried. I grabbed it and observed it closely. I love the cover. I think it's the best one out of them all besides the cover for A Day At The Races. I don't understand why I am in the process of crying. I just miss him so much. I study the track list on the back and I know each song. I helped a little bit with writing The Miracle.

I uncontrollably start to cry. "Awww Tiffany." Joe pitied and hugged me. "I miss him. I miss him so much." I cried on his shoulder. "I know, I do too." He replied. I have waited for over a month to see him in person again. I graduate in three days. I have a strong feeling that it is too late. He's not coming until I graduate. Or he simply forgot about me. I really don't know anymore. I take slow deep breaths and start to calm down. We separate and then I observe him again. My eyes widened and I believe that he might need medical attention. "Oh my god! Joe your feet are bleeding!" I voice concern. "Don't worry, I'll be fine." He said and I know that he lied. "Ok whatever. How did you get this?" I am able to ask.

He was silent. And that probably means that he got it in an unsafe way. I can tell because there were dirt spots on his clothes, and the blood on his feet. It all began to add up. "You stole it didn't you?" I am now disappointed. He nodded. "Like I said don't worry. I'm going to bed, enjoy that while you still can." He told me and hugged me again. "Thank you." I say to him. With that he walked out of the room and allowed the door to stay open. I went into the drawer in my nightstand and took out my cassette player and headphones. I open the cassette and I start to get emotional again. I put it in and my headphones go on. I shut off the light because I became very tired after Joe left the room. Minutes later I went into a deep sleep while listening to one of Queen's best albums.

The following morning my small group of friends and I had been sitting in the cafeteria. They were each enjoying their meals when I couldn't eat anything. I was hungry, and yet overwhelmed at the same time. So many thoughts are going through my mind at the moment. Such as, how much I miss my dad to if I'm sure about my career choice. Oh goodness I feel like I could faint. Or vomit. Both are pretty bad but at least I'd still be conscious if I threw up. "Tiffany you should eat something." Linda worried. She needs to stop acting like a mother figure to me. That's what she pretends to be for the past month. I have never needed a mom and I don't need one this late into my life. Damn I'm a bitch.