Tattoo'd Lady (A Brian May Fanfiction) -English-

Five minutes to midnight

         London - 27th August 1974

                 Around midnight

I try to open my eyes slowly, very slowly. I don't feel them sticky and I no longer feel the stomach pain that has been with me for months whenever I woke up. It's strange. Even the acrid, bitter taste which generally fills my mouth since morning, it has now completely disappeared. And this is strange too. I feel good, yes, I feel really good, I feel that I could get out of my bed and run all around Feltham screaming how good I feel.

But...but why do I suddenly feel so good? If I weren't an atheist I would believe that It's a miracle, but miracles are not contemplated in my being a scientist. I open my eyes and look around me: I'm in my room, it's night, everything is dark around me and if it weren't for the lights of the Walsham Road's streetlights that creeps through the curtains, It could be difficult to see what's there around me. I raise my head a little and I contract my stomach: damn, it doesn't hurt anymore, it finally stopped writhing on itself and provoking me those excruciating pains that scared me even to drink an extra glass of water!

"What the hell it's happening to me?" I wonder.

I see the Red Special at the foot of the bed and when I try to raise my head more to try to understand why my precious guitar is not in her place, on its tripod, I realize that something is blocking my movement. Something? No, someone.

"But yes, it's Lilibeth!" I exclaim softly.

I finally remember everything that happened tonight, reason why I magically recovered from my pain of living.

Lilibeth sleeps peacefully on my chest, in the same position I left her, but ...

"But ... by the way, how long has it been?" I still wonder.

Trying to not wake her, I turn to the nightstand, I move the box of condoms and grab the alarm.

"It's almost midnight, luckily mom and dad aren't yet ..."

The roar of a car that stops just in front of my house sadly crushes all my hopes in an moment.

"Shit, they're coming back!" I exclaim, but this time in a loud voice, completely lifting my back up from the bed in less than a second.

The poor Lilibeth collapses on the mattress and she wakes up not in the sweetest of ways. In the meantime I've already got out of bed and I've just put on my boxers, I've never been so quick to find my clothes in the dark in my whole life.

"What's wrong Brian? What's happening? " she asks me in a sleepy voice.
"They're ... my parents are coming back, we have to go, we have to..."
I babble, picking up my trousers from the floor "Get up Lilibeth, I mean ... I don't want to command you, but ..."
"I understand Brian, don't worry, we can find a solution. Generally my friends' parents likes me very much" she answers quietly, sitting at the foot of the bed with even more quiet, she reminds me of Roger right now.
"Yes, I have no doubt about that, but ... but I think that when you talk to your friends' parents you are dressed, or am I wrong?"

Lilibeth rubs her eyes with her right hand, she hints a yawn, bows her head and her still full of sleep eyes open wide in a flash.

"Oh my God! You're right!" she screams and she too gets out of the bed.
"You ... do you have any ideas?" She asks me, grabbing her bra from the floor.
"I ...no I don't, that's ... I don't know, I should think about it" I stutter, buttoning some button of the shirt quickly "And you? Do you have any ideas?"
"You have to wait for my synapses put in action and we can talk about it later" she replies "But ... but anyway, since your parents are already here, the only thing we can do is lock ourselves in, make them come upstairs, wait for them come into their room and then ... and then I'll go away" she tells me, continuing to look for her clothes.