Save Me

7

Freddie's pov
I woke up and I was on the couch at home. How the fuck did I get here? What happened? I sat up and my head started hurting like hell. Fuck! I had been high again.

"Hello? Is there someone?" I called. Trying to reach Roger, Brian or John. No answer. "Helloo!" I almost screamed. "Yeah, I'm here!" John said while he walked in. "Hi how are you?" he asked while he sat down next to me.

"I have a fucking headache darling, but y' know I'm ok." I chuckled. John smiled too.

"Can you remember anything about yesterday?" John suddenly asked seriously.

"I know I went to a bar and well, I got fucking high but I think you noticed that already," I said.

"Yeah, yeah I did." John smiled. "What happened after that?" I asked.

"Well you knocked on the door at 11:52 in the evening, Roger and Brian were already asleep but I wanted to wait till you got back. Just to make sure you were alright. Well, you were very high and drunk so I put you on the couch and waited till you fell asleep." He didn't make eye contact. He was hiding something.

"Was that all?" I asked clearly not believing what he said. Something else had happened but I couldn't figure out what it was.

"Yeah of course," he said now clearly panicking. "Okay love." I knew he was hiding something but I was tired and didn't want to have this conversation now.

"Where are Brian and Roger now?" I asked to change the subject.

"They're getting groceries," John said a bit more chill than before. "Speak of the devil," He said while we heard the front door opening. The two guys walked in and had about six bags of food with them. "Let me help unpack that," I said walking over to help them completely ignoring my headache, I didn't want them to think I was very fucked up last night.