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

Chapter Forty Four: My Sweet Fucking Revenge

       When we pull up to the house, I am overwhelmed by the amount of paparazzi with cameras flashing in every direction. My dad has to crouch down in order to not be seen. We were barely even able to get through the gate. But luckily we were eventually able to get inside and now I am wondering why there is a long series of vehicles in front of my house. I don't know what to say and I feel horrible. My parents didn't have to do this. "You did not throw a party for the two of us." I protest with a smile on my face. My dad stops the car. "Of course we did darling. You two deserve it." He said and stepped out of the car.

       The three of us followed him inside and there are already over three hundred people here. Including my two new and great friends Linda and Ralph. They're not supposed to be here but I hug Linda regardless. "What are you doing here? You should be having your own party." I told her in a playful manner. "No we came to support you two. Besides I don't really like the attention being on me." She replied. "Me either." I whispered and we both giggled. I'm thankful for her and Ralph being here. Many other people are here and it is kind of scary how most eyes are on me. While others are focusing on each other and the alcohol in their hands. Now that I come to think of it, I'm annoyed that I'm still not at the legal age to drink.

       The banner across the room is very large reading: "Congratulations Tiffany and Joe." I observe it all again and my anxiety is beginning all over again. Where's my dad? Holy shit. Okay. Joe is right next to me. That helps me to calm down immensely. I'm alright. I'm actually alright. "Hey!" I heard Joe call out enthusiastically. I turn around and I of course have no words. My favorite blonde in the entire universe is right in front of me hugging Joe. I joined in and wrapped my arms around both of them. Although just then, Ben had the audacity to give me a peck on the lips. I laughed because I was so surprised. I know that it was just him trying to be friendly.

      I looked around for any sign of Rami. He's nowhere near and that's a good thing. But Jim was standing right there with an eyebrow raised. Shit. He thinks I'm a whore now. "Damn. You guys switch partners more than the square dance." He joked and walked away. It makes me scared to death having the thought that he might tell Rami or even worse, my dad. "It's so fucking good to see you guys." Was the first thing that Ben had said to us. "I agree I missed you so much." Joe responded. I also missed Ben. I missed him getting me into more trouble than I was supposed to. One day I think that it will all come back to him if he is not careful. I missed him defending me when I wasn't able to do so myself.

       "How are you guys?" He asked us. "I'm good." I tell the truth. He furrows his brows. No one has ever heard me say that. I have never even heard myself say that in a very long time. I don't know why I feel fine. But I won't question it and rather enjoy it while I can. "You're good?" He repeated what I had said but now he's asking a question. "Yes." I reply. It felt nice to say it. I haven't been able to say it or feel it for two years. Damn this day is just becoming sadder as it goes on.

       Two hours into my graduation party and alcohol has really decided to have a part in this evening. Most adults surrounding Joe and I are the only ones with water in our hands. My dad seems pretty sober currently and that's surprising. Normally he is the first one to pass out. I can tell that he is not tipsy by how he is being very competitive in a game of table tennis against Linda. Though my dad is the best singer he is also the best at table tennis. He doesn't ever allow anyone to win except for him. There were many times when I had to let him win just so that we wouldn't have to play for a long time.

"Yes! I won finally!" Linda yelled and set the small racket on the table. My dad seemed angry. This was the first time that he had lost to someone in over ten years. I watch this all happen. Linda is about to get yelled at as if she was his own child. "No! You can't win! I've been playing this game for over thirty years! I'm the fucking best at table tennis, not you!" My dad yelled. Linda grinned at him. "Well sorry Mr. Mercury but I just proved you wrong." She told him. "No! Listen Linda you cheated! There is no way that you actually won!" He yelled. "You just have to accept that I won." She replied calmly. My dad kept on arguing with her. I take a sip of my water and I am holding on tightly to my thigh with my other hand because I am nervous to see what will happen next.