Just Smile

CHAPTER NINE

*Just a little disclaimer for this chapter!
There is a mention of M**y in this story and I just wanted to point out that I really, really, REALLY, don't like this woman. She's horrible and despicable as far as I am concerned, but I've written this chapter from Freddie's POV and we all know how much he loved her, so that's why she's spoken "highly" of here. My personal opinion is I cannot stand her as her person, or for how she's treated Freddie's family, BUT, this is fiction and Freddie's opinion on her.
I just wanted to point out that I don't in any way support her bc fuck that in all honesty 😂
There is a mention of violence in this chapter as well, so please look after yourselves if you are triggered 💕*

*FREDDIE'S POV*
*One Week Later*
It had been a week and I hadn't heard from or even seen John since the disaster of a night at his parents' house. We'd had band meetings since then and he'd not shown up or called to say why he wasn't going to make it. I was more than worried at this point. It wasn't like John to not keep in contact. I'd asked Brian and Roger, and they'd not seen or heard from him either (though the pair had been more than out of it the last week with their own dramas), and I couldn't help but feel like something horrible had happened to my love. I tried and tried to get into the house after I was forced out, but I couldn't find a way to push myself back in. It killed me to listen to John's painful sobs, the sound still echoing around my mind today as I thought back to how useless I was. I couldn't save him from them. I must've sat at the door crying along with him for hours before I dragged myself home, the tears never stopping even when my head finally hit my pillow. I felt my heart ache as I thought about what could've happened to John without me there. I couldn't imagine how he must've been feeling, how scared he would've been. I felt like I failed. I promised I would never leave him, that I'd always be there for him, but now I don't even know if he's okay!

"I'm sure he just needed some time to himself Fred. Don't fret." Mary shrugged, squeezing my shoulder softly as she wandered past to the kitchen. Mary was my best friend from way back. We'd started school together and were inseparable until she moved away a while ago. She often came back to visit few times a month, and I always offered her a place to stay. Since the flat was so small, we'd share the bed for a few nights (mostly gossiping and nail painting) before she'd head back North. I missed her when she wasn't here, and was somewhat glad she'd arrived halfway through the week to shake me out of my worries a bit. If it wasn't for her I would've already been back to the Deacon's, and maybe even rotting in a jail cell if I got a hold of John's father. The man made me angrier than anything. Even angrier than chipping a freshly painted nail I tell you!

"It's been a week lovey." I sighed, my heart heavy as I sat in front of her at the counter. "Maybe he's done with me." I shrugged myself, feeling my chest tighten at the idea of us being through. "He probably hates me for leaving him."

"Freddie he can't hate you for that." She sighed too, placing her hand over mine. "You didn't have a choice from what you told me, and he will know how badly you wanted to stay for him." She nodded, giving my hand a squeeze.

"Then why hasn't he come around, or at least called?" I sighed again. I missed John. The whole time we'd known each other we'd barely spent any time apart. It was hard to not hear from him for such a long time, especially now we were together. "W-What if he's hurt?!" I gasped suddenly, my mind instantly thinking of a million and one scenarios that could've happened after I was forced to leave him all alone with the monsters he called parents. He could've been beaten to a bloody pulp and nobody would know! I wouldn't put it past them to hurt him like that. I was sure they'd both take pleasure in hearing his cries, laughing along as he coward away from their incoming fists. "He, he could be hurt!" I panicked, jumping up from my stool quickly, my head almost spinning. "What if they've done something to him, they, they could've..." I rambled, my hands tangling in my hair as I nervously paced the room. My stomach was churning. John could be hurt and I'm here wondering why he hasn't fucking called?!