Daughter Of A Queen

Battle wounds

Rosalie's P.O.V
I was worried sick, Billy had stormed out and I didn't know where he was, I knew what Billy was capable of and it scared me, Freddie was sitting with me on the couch in the studio trying to calm me down but it wasn't working very well, even Bob was worried enough to go looking for him, and Bob was never worried. The phone rang and Jim picked it up, "hello?" I looked up, Jim listened to the phone, "where?" He sounded concerned, that was not a good sign, "yes of course we will be there right away," Jim hung up the phone and looked at me, "that was Bob, billy was in an accident." My heart sunk, "oh my god." I whispered. "Is he ok?" Freddie asked, "they don't know, he isn't awake, but he is talking in his sleep, asking for Rosalie," Freddie rubbed my back, "shall we go see him love?" I nodded, I was zoned out, that's what I did whenever something bad happened, it's what I had done when Freddie came home with bruises all over from fans, Freddie helped me up and we got in the car, the car ride was a blur, before I knew it we were at the hospital, I got out of the car and almost fell over, I was sick with worry, Fred stopped me and put his hands on my shoulders, bending down on my level, "you need to calm down love," he told me, "take deep breaths," Freddie started taking breaths and I slowly imitated him, he was right, I was out of control, I needed to snap out of it for Billy, "that's my Betee," Freddie said smiling, he kissed my head and we walked in, Freddie went to the counter to find out where Billy was, I looked around, people were staring, that didn't surprise me, considering it was the Freddie Mercury in a local hospital, there was a girl there, she seemed to be going out of her mind, she was pointing and smiling. I waved and her smile grew even wider, everyone knew that Freddie had a daughter but I wasn't allowed to sing or look for fame, I remember when I was about six I had wanted to be just like my dad, so when we were at the mall I ran away from him and crawled on stage with a band that was performing and said real loud that I was the daughter of Freddie Mercury and that I was going to sing for them, and I did. Freddie was livid when he saw me on the stage, he picked me up and that night he spanked me harder then he ever had, I never did that again. Then again it was recorded and the video blew up all over the news. So the reporters got a name, Rosalie, and after that I was no longer a secret, "Betee," Freddie said, I looked at him and he mentioned for me to follow him. I waved goodbye to the girl and followed Freddie to a little room in the back of the hospital, I saw Bob in the hallway, he stood up when he saw us, "Rosalie he won't talk to anyone but you," he said and I could see that there was a look of sadness on his face, mixed with what looked like jealousy, I think Freddie saw it too because his jaw tightened. I nodded and gave him a reassuring smile, taking a deep breath I walked into the room, what I saw made me want to cry and laugh at the same time, Billy was arguing with the nurse, he wasn't wearing anything except boxers, his face was cut up pretty badly, but it could have been a lot worse, his forearm was wrapped, and his thigh was wrapped to, "where is your gown?" The nurse asked, "I threw it out the window," Billy said, looking annoyed, he turned his head and when he saw me his face was a mix of happiness and sadness, he pointed at the nurse, "just get out, my girl is here," I smiled and the nurse rolled her eyes, "I can't wait until you leave," she said walking out, "hey doll face," billy said grabbing my hand gently with his good arm, "what happened?" I asked barely above a whisper, "some asshat T-boned me, I lifted my arm up and it got cut up pretty badly, so did my leg, the doc says I have a concussion," I kissed his hand, "what do you remember?" Billy thought for a moment, "not a lot, I remember me leaving the studio, but I don't remember why, and I remember thinking that I was going to kill Jake, but I can't remember who that is," I took a breath, tears formed in my eyes, I couldn't believe this was happening, "hey, baby, it's ok I'm fine really," billy said putting his hand on my face, I nodded, "I know it just scared me," I kissed his hand and he wiped away my tears, "god I hate it here, they won't let me smoke, and the doctor says I can't play basketball for at least a month, that's just pure bullshit" I looked at him seriously, "if that's what the doctor said then that's what you're doing, I'll babysit you if I have too."  Billy rolled his eyes, "oh please princess, you would babysit me even if I wasn't hurt," I laughed, and the nurse came in, "you need rest Billy," she said, "Doctors orders," I started to get up but Billy pulled me back down, "screw You I'm not done," he said to the nurse and I kissed him, "I'll come back later," I said and Billy smiled, "or you could stay, and we could "rest" together," I tried to hide a smile, "I'm pretty sure that's not allowed here, plus if my dad found out he would Kill you and then kill me harder," He looked at me seriously, "it's worth dying if it means I get to be with you," I smiled full out, "I love you stud," I kissed him again, "I love you princess," I stood up and walked out of the room, Freddie was stood up when he saw me, "how is he?" He asked, "he is doing really well, he can't remember Jake or why he stormed out," Freddie gave me a look, "your going to tell him aren't you?" I shrugged, "I don't know why he left either," Freddie raised his eyebrows at me, "I think you do." I didn't say anything, "Rosalie," Freddie said warningly, "and if I'm wrong? What if that's not at all why he was mad? And I just gave him a reason to be mad?" Freddie's eyes turned icy, "lower your voice," he said and I realized I had been yelling. I huffed, "I understand this is hard for you but you must calm down, I will not hesitate to-" Freddie was interrupted by a flashing light, it was reporters, Freddie instantly pulled me close to him in a protective way, reporters could get violent. "Freddie, why are you and your daughter at a local hospital? Have you contracted something?" What? I thought but then I heard, "has she contracted something?" I had never been hassled by reporters before, it was scary, "no!" Freddie barked but that didn't phase the reporters, I felt a tug on my hair and suddenly I was yanked out of Freddie's arms, I was certain my hair had been pulled out, I couldn't see who had pulled my hair but suddenly a whole new world of reporters were around me, I couldn't see Freddie, there were so many questions I couldn't keep up, "Rosalie, what's it like being in the shadow of the most famous man ever?"
"Shadow?" I asked but the next one was already going, "why are you only allowed to do interviews with your father"  "are the rumors considering his sexuality true?"  "What really happened with Paul Prenter?"  I tried to shove past but a lady grabbed my arm, "ow!" Her fingers were digging into my skin, I suddenly realized why Freddie didn't want me to be famous and why he was so mad when I sang, it was so I didn't have to go through this. I started panicking, people were grabbing me all over and I didn't know what to do, suddenly I saw Terry push through the crowd, "get off of her!" He yelled and pushed them away from me, I could see our other body guard Michael had already gotten Freddie out of there, Terry grabbed me by the shoulders and walked with me outside, the reporters still swarming, there were so many, I got in the car and was over joyed to see Freddie, he pulled me to him and I buried my face in his shoulder sobbing, that was the scariest thing that had ever happened to me, Freddie stroked my hair, and held me tight with his other arm, "sshh Betee it's alright it's over, I'm here," I couldn't stop crying, I never wanted to go through that again, ever. "I'm so sorry you had to go through that baby," he continued, "I promise that won't ever happen again," I didn't say anything I was shaking bad, Freddie kissed my head and rocked me back and forth like a baby, but I didn't care, I felt someone rub my back and I realized Jim was in the car as well, I took deep breaths and eventually I stopped crying. "That's my good girl," Freddie said, we got home and Freddie told me to sit on the couch, he sat next to me, "what did they do to you?" He asked, I held my wrist out and Freddie looked heart broken, I had a handprint bruise on my wrist, it was when Freddie started to clean me up I noticed all of the other things that the reporters did, there were things like cuts in my arm to bruises on my legs and even a gash just below my eye, Freddie looked about the same, his hands were bruised and his arms were filled with scratches, god I hated reporters, couldn't they see they were hurting us? Jim turned on the radio, I heard under pressure start playing, Freddie smiles, that was one of his favorites, he went to sing the first line, but it was different, Freddie grew angrier and angrier as he realized what was going on, someone had stolen the baseline to under pressure and made it into there own song, and their name was Vanilla ice.

Ok, before you freak out, I have said before the time line is not going to be correct, so don't blow up on me ok? Also hi, I've missed you lots, sorry it's been a while, hope you enjoyed this chapter, I wanted to make it real, like getting a glimpse behind the curtains, tell me what you think! Love you all my dears!
And love you Freddie Dear❤️