Liar | Freddie Mercury

Chapter Eight

I completely understand if you guys want to murder me for taking so long with this update but I was extremely sick. I promise that I tried my best but I couldn't focus at all. Thank you for returning to my story and please remember to vote and comment! Enjoy, you load of tarts (jk I'm sorry)

I had my bag swung around my shoulder when my phone rang for the first time that morning. I knew exactly who it was, it was the same blue eyed boy who had been trying to reach me for the last four days. I applied my nude lipstick to my bottom lip as I waited for the answering machine to take his message.

I wasn't ready to take his call. I didn't think I'd ever be ready to face Roger or any of his friends again, especially Freddie and Mary who clearly knew what happened in that bathroom stall. Now that I think about it, they probably thought a lot more happened than what really did.

I held my breath when the phone stopped ringing, staring at it until I heard his voice, "Rissa, it's Roger again. I just want to know if you're okay. You haven't been answering any of my calls. I stopped by the store yesterday, but I guess you were at university. Please call me back when you get this. I'm considering coming to your flat to make sure you're still alive." He chuckled lightly, pausing for a few seconds before he spoke again, "Screw it, I'm coming over."

My mouth dropped open as I threw my lipstick on the counter, grabbing my keys from the coffee table before I bolted for the door. I quickly locked up behind me before making my way out of the building and towards the busy streets.

I prayed that I wouldn't run into Roger since he and Freddie lived rather close to me. My cheeks ached with embarrassment every time I reminded myself of what happened a few nights prior. It was all fun and games while I was drunk, but I had only realized exactly what I had done the moment I woke up sober on Freddie and Roger's couch. I couldn't even blame it on Roger this time. I was upset because of Freddie's behavior when I was trying my best to be nice to him and that made me do stupid things. I guess I'll never really be able to get along with him the same way I do with the rest of the band. That next morning I wasted no time getting the hell out of their flat before either of them could wake up. 

I hardly remember agreeing to sleep at their apartment that night, but I do know that it took a lot of begging and nagging from Roger's side.

I shook my head as I reached my destination, wondering if Roger had made it to my flat yet.

It was that time of the month again. No, I'm not talking about the curse of the female body, it's something much more painful than that. It was time for my monthly breakfast with my dad and the treacherous Cruella.

I sat silently at the table we usually dined at, sipping on a cup of coffee as my hands grew more and more sweaty while I waited for their arrival. Today's discussion would be difficult for me to have. I'd hoped I could see my dad alone, but of course, his wife would never allow that. She was a suspicious woman, and she had to have full control of every situation, so when she heard that I'd asked to see my dad alone, she made sure she'd be able to tag along.

Bitch.

"Can I get you anything else?" A friendly, young waitress asked me as I placed my empty cup down on the wooden table.

"Oh, no thank you. My guests should be here at any moment no-"

"Clarissa." I heard my father's deep voice from behind the waitress and quickly stood up to greet him as the waitress took my empty cup and headed towards the kitchen.

"Dad." I gave him a quick hug before turning my attention to Estelle as she stepped forward to plant a kiss on my cheek.

It was so like her to act friendly and loving in front of other people, but I knew what demons awaited inside of her. She would never be the loving and generous person I'd hoped for, and I had to learn to deal with it. My way of coping? Staying as far away from her as possible, and this has put a huge strain on my relationship with my father.