The Love I Never Gave-Maylor

The Real Meaning Of John Deacon

John's POV

I barged outside the room, fury boiling up inside of me, flowing through my veins, ready to give Brian the lecture of his life. I rushed into an empty room where he was, walking to who knows. That motherfucker, he doesn't know what's about to happen to him. With my fists clenched, fingers digging into palm, I stamp over to Brian.

"How could you!!!?"

"Could what?" He replied.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, you bastard, stop denying it!"

"Oh, you're talking about that worthless piece of shit Roger aren't you?"

"Of course I am! Why else would I be doing this!?"

"Let me guess, he sent you here to confront me, typical of him..."

"How could you be so cruel to torture and abuse him to near death!?" I screamed.

"That's how I always act, nothing has changed."

"No! I don't know WHAT happened to you on that trip of yours to America, but you haven't been the same since! Last time I checked, you were actually a genuinely warm hearted person, but now, what happened? You've turned into a disgusting excuse for a human being, it's quite sickening. What happened to you? What!? It's driving me insane!" I shrieked at him.

"Would you just shut the fuck up and mind your business for once!? Keep out of this!"

"Not as long as you're around, I'm not letting you off the hook!"

Brian swung his arm at my face, hitting it with all his force, The moment they made contact, eyes rolled back into my head and mind went blank, sending waves of excruciating pain over me, ear ringing afterwards. That fucking bastard, if he wants a fight, he'll get one. I retook control and the rage inside of me went off and lunged myself at him, slamming my fists into his face. He threw me off of him and tried running out of the room, but I caught his leg and pulled on it, sending him straight to the ground. He struggled getting up and I regained my balance, going back to him. His head...the perfect target. His curls entangled over my hand and I whipped his head up, bashing it against the walls of the room, bleeding and bouncing off of them. That was his breaking point as he fell onto the ground, staying there, too weak to get up. Legs gave out and I crashed onto the ground, lying against the wall. Pants for breath filled the room, taking heavy breaths and wheezes for air. Silence dawned over everything, the only sounds being Brian and I and our hatred for one another. The perfect moment to get through to him.

"Listen, I didn't want to hurt you, but you left me no choice."

Brian continued doing his own thing.

"Whatever happened to those days where you two were always having fun with each other? Giving one another piggyback rides around the halls, making out in front of us, loving each other?

Brian's breathing stopped and he froze up, staying turned away from me.

It was working, yes, keep going.

"You loved him Brian, you really did. Stop lying to yourself. Roger, he was as happy as he could be when you were around, making him smile and laugh all the time. You did it and his smile, I know damn well how much you loved his smile and laugh. But what now? He barely does it anymore, heck even at all, you took that away from him and yourself. You replaced those feelings with pure hatred, loath, and pain. He cries almost everyday, tries to keep it in, he's afraid of letting his feelings out thanks to you! You had an unbreakable bond, would do anything for each other, and it's all lost. This is all your doing."

Brian's body heaved in and out, trembling. He was vulnerable, I had to break him.

"Don't you feel ashamed of yourself sitting on the floor with the love of your life's blood on your hands!? Do you!?" I stood up, ready to go confront him once more. Hand held out when a nurse barged in, grabbing ahold of me.

"Sir, you cannot be in here!"

Brian turned towards me, eyes spilling out tears onto his rosy red cheeks, face grimacing, letting out every sob he had left.

"Don't you dare go into his room!" I screamed before being pulled out of the room.

I made Brian cry.