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(47) 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘴

A/N

I am so sorry, it's been so long!

This chapter is a little shorter, but it is a flashback. ....Enjoy?

C x

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December 1972

It was just way too much for me to handle. Too many things to think about, too much emotion to process.

I found myself running. Running towards the only place I knew I would be safe, no matter what. Perhaps I should have just moved in at Sinclair Road at that point.

I had calmed slightly when I saw Brian's house in the distance – I knew he wasn't home, but I knew that someone had to be in. I knew that Emma and Roger were in, at least. I could only hope and pray that they hadn't decided to go out for the night.

I took some time to regain my breath as I approached the front door that I knew so well, before lifting my hand up to knock at the wood. I closed my eyes, silently hoping there to be a quick answer. Thankfully, it worked out in my favour for once.

A couple of rattles and bangs against the locks on the door later, and Roger was opening the door just enough for him to peer his head outside. His hair was a mess, eyes red with dark bags underneath, and he was in his sleepwear.

He squinted his eyes at me before opening the door a bit more. "Maria? What are you doing here? Brian's still at—'

"I know." I interrupted him, furrowing my eyebrows. "I just... I need somewhere else to stay tonight." I looked at him with pleading eyes. I hated him, but he was my only hope at that point.

"Why? Has something happened?"

"Can I come in? It's cold." I practically whimpered, my eyes becoming heavy with exhaustion. He answered by opening the door entirely and moving aside for me. He shut and locked the door behind me.

"I've just woken up, so... I don't think I'm a great person to talk to right now, love." He scratched his head. "But, uh... If you really need to talk about it..."

I sighed to myself. "No, don't worry yourself." I simply said and turned to the living room, my eyes unintentionally rolling at his blatant disinterest in his best friend's girlfriend and her mental stability.

I could hear Roger's steps leaving towards the staircase. "Well, you know where everything is. Try not to make any noise, Emma and I are knackered." And with that, he disappeared upstairs.

I stood in the living room; arms folded. I silently debated whether or not I should take my denim jacket off, but I remembered just how cold Brian's house got during the night.

I took a deep breath but grimaced at the dryness my mouth had developed over these past few hours.

Water, Maria.

I could tell that Brian and Freddie hadn't really been back to the house for a while, as the kitchen was getting progressively more and more unkempt. I'm not saying that Roger doesn't know how to look after himself – I'm saying he doesn't know how to do it properly. I guess he could be pretty useful at times. Okay, I know I'm being really petty, you don't need to let me know that.

For some reason, the simple task of finding a glass to use was really difficult, but it had become clear that Roger and Emma probably had used glasses up in Roger's room that they just hadn't brought down at any point. A mug would have to do for my... Water.