The Aria Within the Rhapsody **ON HIATUS**

Chapter 14: The Confession

*Thank you, cosmicbowies, for the song suggestion!! According to them, Paul is the boogaloo.... And away we go!!*

Aria's POV:

I've been home for three days and Papa kept his word. When he says that he wouldn't let me out of his sight, he means he's not letting me out of his sight for a long time. He has definitely become a mother hen. He has been keeping me and Ash close to him ever since I got back. Honestly, I don't mind. I rather be with someone I know I can trust than with someone who I thought I could but then stabs me in the back. Yes, I'm talking about Luna. Granted, she was right about HIM but she let me down. I told her everything, and . . . And she blabbed. I thought she would keep me safe, but it turned out she had other ideas. I love my Papa. I really do, but sometimes I really hate being Freddie Mercury's daughter. No wonder Papa kept us hidden. . . Jesus, my secret gets out to one person and it bites my in the ass!!!! I hate Paul fucking Prenter!!!! I hate him so fucking much!!!! Because of HIM, I lost my best friend.

Good grief. . . I haven't been home for long and I still keep thinking about what happened. I guess I never stopped. I don't eat as much and I have trouble sleeping. Most important, I stopped talking; well I don't talk as much as I did, but I suppose things like what has happened change people. I suppose the more I think about it, I just don't have much to say. FINE!!!! I have loads to say, but I don't know how to say it. I have to tell him. I have no choice. Every day at least once he asks me why. Why did you run? Why would you leave me and your little brother like that? Why Aria Why? I keep pacing back and forth back and forth up and down the hall just thinking. I don't know what to do. All of a sudden an Irish voice startles me, "Aria?" I immediately jump back about to bolt when he says, "Hey! It's just me. I'm not him. I'm not Paul." 'I'm not Paul.' Those three words ring through my mind and take a moment to calm me. "Jim." I say as it hits me. I walk slowly towards him just in case that he wasn't really there. He reaches out and takes my hand in his as if he could sense my weariness around him. "Yeah, love. It's me. You have nothin' to worry about." From all the fear I just drop to the floor with my head looking down at the floor. "My god he is going to be so upset with me." I keep repeating the same phrase over and over again when I feel Jim crouch beside me. "What makes you say that?" he asks. "He not gonna want me. Not after what I did." I begin to sniffle and wipe the leaking tears from my eyes. God, I feel like I want to runaway again. Jim helps me stand back up and walks with me to his and Papa's room. Oh yea, Jim now shares Papa's bed with him. . . Not sure how I feel about that but hey I can get used to it.

We sit on the edge of the bed side by side and begin our conversation. First, we sit there in a comfortable silence for about 5 minutes. I steady my breathing with Jim softly rubbing my back to help me calm down. "Let me know when you're ready. We can straighten this whole mess out." he says continuing to rub my back. I begin sniffling and the situation steadily becomes worse. "I - I - I c-c-can't t-take th-th- the thought of Papa hating me forever." I begin crying. My sobs slowly got louder until Jim spoke again. Remember when Ash said the we didn't know how important Jim would be in our lives during our time of crisis? Well, here's how it went. "Hey, Hey now! Your pa is not gonna hate ya. He's your Pa. He could never!" Jim said. "He will I just know he will. I broke his biggest rule, Jim! He's not going to forgive me!" I cry out putting my face in my small hands. I feel so guilty. There's no amount of comfort Jim can give me that will take away my guilt. "Well, Aria, why don't you tell me what has you feeling so guilty." Jim soothes me. "Some- someone took my picture." I began. "Is that all? Your Papa takes your picture all time! I don't see what the big deal is. . . " Jim cuts in. I reply, "You didn’t let me finish. I let a stranger take my picture. Some how my secret got out and now Paul Prenter has the picture to prove it! Jim, I - I don't know what to do!" I look over at him and meet his sad eyes. With out words he knew that I didn't want to tell him. "Oh, Aria. . . Why? Why did you let him do that to ya?" he asks with disappointment in his voice. I stand up getting mad. If only he knew, "IF IT WASN'T ME, HE WOULD HAVE GOTTEN TO ASH! HE'S JUST A KID, JIM! MY LITTLE BROTHER!! I'M SUPPOSED TO BE THE ONE TO PROTECT HIM! THAT'S WHY I RAN!" I screamed. "Why did you run?" he asks calmly. "Because I couldn't face Papa. I still don't know if I can. He tries so hard to keep cameras out of our lives and here I go screwing it all up." I sit back down beside him and then ask, "What do I do, Jim?" "You tell your Papa what you just told me. He deserves to know. And I know that you know that. I know it must be a hard decision, but it has to be made. I cannot make you tell him, but I can advise you towards it. Think about it for a moment. Then make your decision." he says as he walks out of the room leaving me to stir all of my thoughts into the pot inside of my head. He's right. Papa does deserve to know.

I did as Jim asked of me and thought about what he said then made my decision. I get up off the bed and begin my search for Papa. I make about half way before I hear him in his favorite room in the house, Delilah's room. Yes, every cat in this house has their own room. Papa is the ultimate cat lady. I start to listen from the stairs to his conversation with her, "I thought I taught the children better than to keep things from me." he sighs, "I know Aria is hiding something from me, but she won't tell me. Something happened between her and Paul and I'm dying to know what it is." I can only imagine that he is petting her soft fur the moment he says this, "If only you could talk. I know you wouldn't keep secrets from me." I couldn't stop the tears from falling to my eyes. I broke him. I broke my Papa and it hurts. I got up from the stairs and run back to my room and I didn’t come out for two more days. *Time Skip: The middle of the second night* I keep tossing and turning. I can't sleep. Every time I fall asleep, I keep hearing his voice, 'Don't you look beautiful.' 'Oooooo. . . Little miss tough girl.' 'If not, I could always find your brother.' Over and over again. "NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!" I scream at the top of my lungs. I hold my knees to my chest and release every emotion that I didn't know I had since that night. All of a sudden, my bedroom is moved, but it's still locked. "Aria?!" Papa's panicked voice calls from the other side of the door. I hear nothing. I keep sobbing. Before I now it, my door is unlocked and flung open and arms wrap themselves around me. Without thinking, I let myself go and cling to the being as if my life depended on it. Well, I guess it somewhat does. "Shhhhhhhhhhh!! It's alright. Let it out. Let it all out." He soothes me. "I hat him. I hate him.  Ihate him." I mutter over and over again into his neck. Papa pulls me away from him and hold my face in his warm hands rubbing my red, puffy cheeks with his thumbs. "Who? Who do you hate?" He looks at me concerned. "P-P-Paul." I continue to sob. His eyes widen, but I don't care. I can't take it anymore. I can't take this pain anymore. Jim was right. He deserves to know. "Aria. Tell me. Please. What happened that night?" I try calming myself down, but the sobbing gets worse. "He-he came into my-my room. He-he was th-th-there when I-I was done my-my sh-shower." I began still trying to calm my sobs. Oh no. Not again. I feel my chest start to tighten and the air becoming short. Papa picks up on it, "Aria. Aria, listen to me. It's time to calm down now. Shhhhh. It's ok. I need you to breathe with me. I'm right here with you." It takes a good three minutes to calm myself down so I can tell Papa what happened. "Paul was in my room after I got out of my shower. He said he thought it was your room, but I didn't believe him. I tried. It tried so hard to get him out of my room, but Ash came in and I had to get him out. Paul. . ." I took a breath not ready for the part about to come. "Paul found out that people don't take our pictures and . . . and he tricked me into letting him take my picture! I'm so sorry!" I started sobbing again.

It took Papa a moment to realize what I just said. "My poor baby. Oh god I am sorry, my love." he tried calming me. Wait why is he sorry? "After he took the pictures, he wanted me to look at them. I wanted to look at them. He said-he said I was beautiful. He. . . Wrapped his arm around my shoulders and tried touching me. Oh god, Papa I thought he was going to touch my vagina!" I looked down at the floor. I felt so ugly. Papa put a hand over his mouth in shock. Honestly, I couldn't believe what came out of my mouth either, but I had to break the ice, "He said if I didn't take the pictures that he would have gotten to Ash. I - I couldn't let that happen. I'm so so sorry, Papa." I hung my head low. I felt so guilty. I know it wasn't my fault but still. . . There is so much guilt. Out of the top corners of my eyes I saw Papa's face soften. He takes me into his arms once more in a protective hold. "Oh baby." he says. Now, the question stays. What happens next?

*Yea yea. . . I know. . . I'm terrible for putting my characters through pain. . . . any who. . . I hope you liked this installment!!!! One more chapter and then we get to Live Aid!!! I mean we have to find out what Freddie does about this new info, right? Don't forget to like and comment! All my love ~ Freddies_Misfit*