SPEAK// Roger Taylor Fanfic Sequel

8 ~ Search Party

We weren't sure what to do next, so we just started to drive around in the car. It was Roger, Deaky, Brian and I. We were near the police station and I was tempted to burst in there asking for files. That obviously wasn't the answer though. 

"Why don't we start with the original house?" Brian said, "Where your parents lived?" 

"They moved after I was taken. Nobody knows to where." I replied. There's no way we were gonna find them that way. But, what else were we gonna do? "Let's go there. Deaky, what's the address?" 

I heard Deaky is the back seat shuffling papers. There was a pause before he spoke. "219 Water Leaf Street, Dungeness." He said. 

"Fine. Dungeness it is." Roger said, starting to drive slightly faster. 

(In Dungeness...)

"Why is it so small?" Deaky asked.

"There's nothing here." Brian whispered, looking around. "It's just, like, three buildings."

"One street." Deaky added. 

"Well, it'll be easy to find then." Roger said, starting to walk down the dirt road. We all followed behind him, looking for any signs.

After a few minutes of walking on the stretched road, we came to a small house. "219." Brian said, pointing to the house number. 

Roger nodded his head and sighed. We all stood on the road in a single line, staring at the house. None of us moved. 

"OK, uh, I'm gonna go knock on the door then." Deaky walked up the path and onto the small porch. He looked back before knocking on the wooden door five times. He walked back down to us and returned to his spot. 

A few seconds later, a man with a cigarette walked out. "What do you want?" He asked. His voice was low and rough.

Roger stepped forward, "Uh, we have a few questions for you, sir."

The man looked at all of us. "You're not with the police. I won't tell you anything." He started to close the door before Brian stepped forward as well. 

"Sir, we're not asking those kinds of questions. We want to know about the people who lived here before you."

The man paused. He opened the door a little more and said, "Oh, well, I guess that's OK then. Come on in."

We all hesitated, but walked up to the door and entered the house. We went to the living room and all sat down. Deaky in a chair, Brian and Roger on the couch, the man in the other chair. I sat next to Roger on the sofa's arm rest. The house was filled with junk. Behind it all, though, I could see a beautiful, clean wallpaper. 

"So? Your questions?" He said.

"Uh yes..." Brian said, he didn't continue from there. 

Roger took the floor and started to speak. "Do you know the people who lived here before you?"

The man thought for a second. "Not personally, but I did meet them. They were quite nice."

"Can you tell us about them? I asked. I was nervous this wasn't gonna work. What were the chances it would?

"Well, a man and a woman owned the house. They had, uhh, three kids. That I knew of, that is."

"What do you mean?" I questioned.

"Well, I had heard rumors around that their youngest had been taken away from them. It would make sense. They had a pretty house, happy life. It wouldn't make sense for them to move. But they did seem kind of sad."

I couldn't think of what to say. I was too caught up in what he had said. He knew who my parents were. 

Roger then spoke up. "Do you know anything else? Where they had moved too?"

"I don't know where they moved too, but there is something I do know. The other week, their son came to visit me. Him and I like to keep in contact. Anyways, he was telling me about his new business in London. He also said he was living down there to be closer to his dad. That's the best I can do for you kids." He took another puff of his cigarette.

"Do you know the bussiness name?" I said.

"Well sure! It's, uhh..." He traced his memory. "It's Malone's Blooming. A flower shop."

"Well, thank you sir. That's very helpful to us." Deaky said. We all stood up and walked to the door. 

"It was no problem. Come back any time and don't get into any trouble." He replied. 

I whispered a thank you and we all walked out the door and back onto the road. We had left the car back at a gas station. Roger was worried about getting it dirty. 

(Back in London...)

Brian and Deaky weren't with us anymore. It was just me and Roger, trying to find the flower shop. We had asked around and found nothing. Well, we found a lot. Like, 21 different flower shops that nobody knew the name of. We weren't gonna go to all 21 flower shops, though. 

"What are we gonna do?" I asked, turning to Roger. 

He walked over to me and wrapped his hands around my hips. He rested his head on top of mine and pulled me closer to him. "I don't know what to do. I promise we'll find them though." He whispered. He kissed the top of my head and started rocking me back and forth. I could feel my heart racing. I was so nervous and scared. What if we didn't find them? What happens when if we do find them? I couldn't control myself and started to shake.

He let me go and we walked out of the shop we were in and out into the street. We found a bench and sat down. We were too tired to think anymore today. He held my hand to prevent me from rubbing my palm. Just then, a man walked by with a bouquet. He was skipping joyfully and had a big smile on his face. 

I stood up. It was worth the chance asking. "Sir, where did you get those flowers?" I asked. 

He stopped and turned to me. "I got them at that flower shop down there." He pointed down the street. "They're perfect for my wife. It's our anniversary!"  

"Congratulations!" Roger replied. 

I continued, "Do you know the name of the shop?" It wasn't gonna be the right shop, but it was worth the shot. 

"Well I don't know, uh..." He held a tag wrapped around a stem up to his face. "It says Malone's Blooming. Funny shop name."

Holy shit. We were right next to the flower shop and didn't even know it. I started feeling light headed and sat down again. 

"Thank you sir." Roger said. The man nodded his head and walked away. Roger pulled me closer to him and kissed me temple, smiling. "We found it!"

I just sat there, though. "Let's go home. I need sleep. And I want to see Maggie."

"But," Roger said, "It's right there, what are you talking about?"

"I'm too tired." I whispered.

Roger was silent for a second. He sighed and started talking again. "Baby, you're scared. It's OK, I'm right here with you. You just have to talk to him. Nothing else."

I leaned my head on his shoulder. "I know. I just don't want to yet. Can we go tomorrow?" I asked. 

"Yes. We can go tomorrow. But we have to go tomorrow, then. No more hesitating. Okay?"

"Right, OK. Promise." I replied. He smiled and we both walked off to the car. At least now I'd have more time to prepare.