TRINITY. (Queen fanfic)

Stay.

Monday // May 1970

Margaret P.O.V

Have you got clothes with you love?" Brian asked me as he passed me a burning hot cup of tea that I've been craving more than anything for.

"Yeah in my suitcase."
"I haven't got a change of clothes. Can I borrow something of yours?" Mary asked, I simply smiled and nodded.

I never thought anything of it until Mary had my suitcase open and checked the label of the first dress and gasped.
"NO WAIT-"
"CHANEL!" Mary gasped holding the dress close to her chest as if it were a precious new born.

"You've got Chanel?" Veronica questioned as her and Freddie made their way to the suitcase to have a look as well.
"My god these clothes are gorgeous!" Mary exclaimed, she looked as excited as a little kid in a sweet shop as she admired my small selection of outfits I brought with me.

"We've got a rich girl on our hands." Roger grinned.
"Don't call me that." I felt like making another run for it out the door. I could steal the car to the van and get back on the road again. They're gonna have questions that I'm not ready to answer yet. I don't trust them enough to tell them the truth.

"So what have you been running away from huh?" Roger asked, the caring and thoughtful Roger was away and the dickhead one is back.

I stayed silent, enjoying my cup of tea.
"You're rich? Why the fuck did you run away from that?"
I put down my cup of tea and pointed my finger at him.

"Don't you fucking dare! Being rich is not everything." I snapped at him, he simply smiled because that's the reaction he wanted. He wanted to get some sort of emotion from me, he wanted to push my buttons so he could try and piece together everything that happened that's lead up to me having no other choice but to run.

"Love please tell us because nothing is making sense. You seemed to be taken care of, you appeared to have lived a comfortable life. Why did you run?" John asked in a rather nicer manner than Roger.

I paused for a second trying to find the words; but I couldn't get it out. I leaned over to grab the newspaper; "The Gregory Special" from the day before I ran away.

I opened it up to the right page and passed it over to Mary to read.
"Read it out loud darling."

""Thomas Russel (20) is ready to settle down but who's the lucky girl? Thomas Russel son of Rebecca and Louis Russel has announced that he has a ring ready for a lucky lady. Margaret McCullugh (18) daughter of possibly the future prime minister (fingers crossed) Fiona McCullugh. The couple kept quiet for several months for my sake as I run my campaign. But they're both ecstatic about the wedding. They are planning everything these next couple of months until Thomas goes off to Kensington for his medical training. He comes back this time next year and then the wedding will happen around then."

"Margaret McCullugh." I introduced myself once again waving my hand.
"Holy shit. We've got an MP's daughter in our fucking house!" Freddie announced, the comment made me cringe and shake my head.

"Please don't call me an MP's daughter. I'm my own fucking person and I'm not gonna be living under her shadow for the rest of my life." I explained glaring at the photo of my mum on the back page of the newspaper with her perfect family; I wasn't there, she didn't want me there.