So, That's Your Dad? (Freddie Mercury)

Chapter Fifty One: The Other Big Question

Tiffany's POV
"Tiffany we should go back home. You're not thinking straight right now." Joe criticizes me as I walk into the only jewelry store in our town. I do everything that I can to debunk all of the negative things he is saying to me. I am sure that I want to do this. There is nothing that my best friend who is now my brother can do to change my mind. All I am focused on is finding the section where all of the wedding bands are on display. "Josephine, I don't care what you say. I know that this is what I want to do." I tell him as I realized that I had finally found what I was looking for. I didn't touch the glass case because it seemed so clean.

       There were so many that I could choose from. "Tiffany, let's go. You're being a dumbass right now." Joe protested while grabbing my arm. "No. I don't care. I didn't bring you here to bash me. I brought you here to help me pick out a ring that would suit him. I know you may think that I'm crazy right now-" I try to explain but Joe instantly cuts me off. "Yeah no fucking shit Sherlock." He commented slyly and I rolled my eyes. "But I know that this is what I want to do. Now, gold or silver?" I continue and end what I have to say with a question. "Don't you think that you two are a bit young for this?" Joe continued to interrogate.

       "Age is just a number. He is the one who I want to be with for the rest of my life, so this evening I will ask him to marry me." I answer Joe honestly. He stares at each and every ring and critiques them all. "Neither. Gold and silver are too popular, everyone gets those. Get him a dark gray ring." Joe suggests. I furrow my brows showing that I disagree with that choice. "Dark gray? That's really depressing." I comment. "I know Tiff, because that's how I feel about this entire situation. That's how I feel about my friend making a commitment at such a young age when she doesn't even know how to iron." He said. I was offended by the last part.

       "Excuse me, but my dad taught me how to do all household chores at the age of six. He also made me do half of them every day, and ironing was one of them." I correct him and even flip my hair off my shoulders. "Imagine thinking you're pretty just because you're a brunette." Joe continues. That hurt my soul, it really did. I can't think of anything as a comeback. "Imagine thinking you're ugly just because you're ugly." Was the best that I could come up with and Joe clearly was not impressed. "Yeah, you're not ready to get married."

Rami's POV
       After what had happened yesterday, I am scared to even sleep right down the street from this man. Let alone stand right in front of his doorstep. I may be in my early twenties, but I am scared shitless of the man who is twenty-two years ahead of me in life. I have no idea what he is capable of since seeing the bruise on the side of Tiffany's head. Why am I here? I'm not sure if it's safe for me to do this by any chance. Everything is telling me to get back on my motorcycle and leave. Hell something is also telling me to go back to America. A lot of people in this neighborhood have told me that actually. Yeah, they really don't live by the nicest people.

       This is worth it. If it's for Tiffany, anything is worth it. Even if it's my own death, it's worth it. I close my eyes when lightly knocking on the door. I open my eyes again waiting to see who will greet my at the door. It could be anybody. I take a few deep breath to try and calm myself down. Nothing works of course. I have to do this. All I need is his bless and approval, it shouldn't be that difficult. Oh who am I kidding? I'd have to give this man everything that I own just to get him to say that I can marry Tiffany. The alternative is that her and I elope, and I don't want to do that because then I would surely die and Freddie would make it look like an accident. "Oh darlings he just fell down the stairs." Is probably what he would say as an excuse.

       Jim comes to the door and surprisingly has a smile on his face when we make eye contact. "Oh, hello Rami." He greeted me warmly. His Irish accent is very thick, but I like it. "Hey Jim, is Tiffany here?" This is the first question to be asked today. I feel like Freddie may be the one to ask more questions than me. "No. I haven't seen her at all today." He answered. I am relieved. I didn't want this to be an awkward situation where I just randomly show up. "Ok good, because I need to talk to both of you. It's sort of important." I informed him almost desperately. Part of me believes that he wouldn't let me inside of the house.