𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚢 ~ 𝚠𝚑𝚘'𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢?

Chapter 16

~Roger's P.O.V~
Me, Freddie, Brian, John, Phoebe and Jim rolled up to Jack's house, all somehow squeezing in one car. Freddie was angry as fuck, understandable. John was ready to slap a bitch, Brian was angry, but not as bad as Freddie, and Jim and Phoebe were also slightly mad.

Phoebe stopped the car and Freddie rushed out towards the front door. I'm rather excited to see what's gonna happen, it's kinda bad though, me being excited because one of my best friends is gonna beat up his daughters ex for trying to kill her. But no one needs to know I'm excited.

The anger just intensified as he pounded on the door, yelling out curse words with every bang.

"Jack fucking... I don't know your last name but open the fucking door!" How does he not know his last name... didn't him and Becky go out for like 4 months?

Anyway someone opened the door and everyone pushed past the girl that opened it. Freddie didn't say a word, he just looked all over the first floor.

"Oh my god... you're Freddie Mercury!" The girl said.

"Where's Jack?" He asked with his hands on his hips. The girl pointed upstairs and Freddie sprinted up, missing every second stair. I've actually never seen him run this fast, what the fuck.

"R- Roger Taylor?!" She said. I smiled and nodded, then followed Freddie upstairs. Brian said thanks to the girl and hopped after us. Jim tried to catch up with Freddie but failed. And John walked up slowly, just taking his time.

Freddie went around kicking all the doors open until he found Jacks room. He was sitting on his bed listening to the Sex Pistols. Ew.

"You little... come here!" Freddie grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt and banged him against the wall.

"If you ever, touch my fucking daughter again, I'll kill you." He continued to bang him against the wall, with tears escaping from his clenched eyes. "You won't ever lay a hand on her again, what makes you think you can hit my daughter like that?!" He kept tight hold of his collar.

"She deserved it." He said, obviously not getting how much shit he's in. Freddie's eyes popped out of his head as he flung him to the other side of the room. He landed on the floor and groaned. Fred walked over and grabbed him.

"If I see you near me or my family again, I will kill you. I don't care how much trouble I get in, I will kill you."

"Freddie Mercury. I didn't think I'd ever see you again." An all too familiar voice said from behind me. I saw Freddie's face go lifeless. I slowly turned and saw a tall, moustached man, standing in the door frame. Brian looked at me with worry on his face, John was standing in the corner, looking like he was about to explode. Paul.

"Hello." He smiled. My stomach churned as I heard that Irish accent. Freddie dropped Jack and turned to face him. He clenched his fists and began shaking, I could hear him breathing from here.

"Hello Brian, Roger. And John, oh, I haven't seen you in years! How nice to have us all together again."

Freddie flipped completely and ran towards him and flung him onto the ground, punching as his face as hard as he could.

"Freddie! No!" Brian yelled grabbing him. Jim tried to help but it was no use. I stood not knowing what to do, John was holding Jack.

"Roger! Help us!" Brian yelled trying to pull back Freddie. My mind snapped back on track so I wrapped my arms around Freddie's stomach and pulled him off. He was struggling like mad but Brian calmed him down. Jack was freaking out, he managed to escape Johns grasp and fell to the ground, where his Dad (?) was lying, bleeding.

"Let's go." Freddie wiped his knuckles and stepped over Paul and down the stairs, marching into the car, where Phoebe was waiting.

"Well?" He asked. Freddie fastened his seatbelt and sniffed.

"I don't think we'll be hearing from them, don't you?" He said as we piled into the car. Brian and Jim were still contemplating what just happened. John was in hysterics.

"W-What happpned?" Phoebe asked.

"I'll tell you at home." Jim said.