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

Chapter Forty One: Bitch I'm Afraid Of Heights

A/N: I added this screenshot above because for some reason it made me think of this story. I feel like this would be some shit Freddie would do to Tiffany if modern technology was around.😂😂 anyways here's an update for you guys.

I had no interest in what we were learning about in English class. I am only angry and sad. I miss my dad so much and I am writing to him in rage. I'm not taking notes like Ms. Beckham wants us to. I am writing today's date and the way that I am greeting the man who I have spent the past seventeen years of my life with and it wasn't my choice. "What is she writing?" Nicole whispered to one of her friends. There was no point in doing that. I could hear them. I did not see the friend look over my shoulder, but she was able to answer her. "She's writing to her father. Who probably doesn't give a shit about her, that's why she's still here." Her friend whispered. I glared at the two of them and then back at the piece of paper. I wasn't going to explode because that would let them know that they got to me. Even though I won't tolerate someone insulting me and my father.

"May, 22nd, 1989
Dad,

I swear I am about to fuck these bitches up. I'm sorry, excuse my French but I am really going to hurt them. Where are you? It's been two months and I have only been miserable. I miss you so much. I graduate in three days and I still have yet to see you. It's probably going to be too late by the time that you have gotten this. Call me overdramatic if you want, but if you don't want me around anymore than please tell me. And if you forgot about me than that is heartbreaking. I love you so much and I am sad that I have not seen you in so long. I'm so sorry for being a brat towards you and I promise not to-"

       "Tiffany sweetie, they need you outside." Ms. Beckham informed in front of the entire class. Can she repeat what she said? That's different. I never hear that on a daily basis. Usually I am told that I am needed in the office. What the hell is going on outside? I know. The police need to question me. My best friend is going to jail. I'll have to return my dad's cassette. Hell I might get arrested too. I knew that he was involved in a crime which would make me involved. Shit, I'm going to jail. Now my dad will not want to see me. He'll be so angry. There is a knot in my stomach and I think I might throw up. I had this feeling earlier.

       "Outside?" I almost panicked. "Yes. I don't know what it is about, but I doubt you're in trouble." She tried to calm me down. Okay. I stood up properly and closed the door to the room behind me. The hallway allowed me more space to breathe which had been a relief. I didn't notice until now that the letter I was in the process of writing was still in my hands. I folded it and put it my pocket. Walking was not easy. I am not focused on walking outside. I rush to the nearest trash can. I have reason for it being a priority because I can't hold it in any longer. I start throwing up and I feel disgusting. I'm also embarrassed considering that someone can hear me in the quiet hallway.

I am able to stop after a few minutes. Has my anxiety gone away? No. After my stomach had calmed down, I went to the water fountain and took a long sip to calm down. Nothing is working. I'll have to go to jail in a panicked state. At least my dad won't kick my ass for being involved in a crime. Slowly I made it outside and my jaw almost dropped. This isn't real. I must be in an alternate universe. Oh my goodness. I know it's only my dad but I miss him so much. It was making me sad how he didn't write to me much and never showed up to any of my softball games. I cried after my first game because my dumb brain assumed that he would be there.

My dad smiled at me while leaning against the car. My tears are light but they are still noticeable. I sprint down the stairs and jog towards him. Right after we embraced one another. His grip tighter than mine of course. I am taken aback for a moment. I know his condition but it is shocking to feel my arms around his waist. My head is on his chest, one of his hands on my head. I stopped crying although it is still a drastic change to see him in person again. "It's so good to see you. I missed you so much." I tell him and I almost want to cry again when finally letting it out. "Oh darling I missed you more. That's why I'm here. I love you so much." He said. "I love you too." I replied. He let go of me and I actually get a good look at him. He's dressed properly but casually at the same time. "Get in. I'm taking you out for the day." He told me.