Inextricable {Freddie Mercury FanFiction}

Lust

Love and lust.

They're so powerful, when you combine them don't you think? I've never felt such a strong connection, to anyone in my entire life. That little spark, that little knot in your stomach, as your eyes meet. It kills me. I hate it, but I can't live without it. I don't want to. After seeing him again, love and lust came crashing down on me and was even stronger than before.

It's what I want. It's what I need.

As the sun went down, I decided to pack a bag with clothes and run away. Run away as a 26 year old, so lame I know. But when you think about what I've been through, you'd understand. I need to push those memories away, I need to escape this hell hole. Everything that has happened the past two years, needs to be erased.

I swiftly pulled my favourite jumper over me, adjusted my black jeans and belt and slowly walked down the stairs. For each step I took, the faster my heart beat. I need to be careful, if dad finds out, he will go mental. But to hell with him, I am done. I am done with this house, this family..

As I reached the end of the staircase, I ran towards the door and slung myself out. Running away, I realised I hadn't closed the door, but I didn't care. I needed to get away as fast as possible, before I change my mind.

The big red bus was just about to drive away, but I managed to run up to it and wave my arms around, signaling it to stop.

"Oi young lady, I nearly didn't see you there" the old man sent me a friendly smile as he opened the doors. "Thank you so much, I-I didn't know what I would've done, if you didn't stop" I giggled and bought a ticket. I sent him a smile before finding an empty seat.

As we drove down the streets of Battersea, I couldn't help but feel melancholy. I was once again leaving my childhood home, my family.

A few tears escaped my eyes as we drove over the Battersea bridge, towards London. As we reached the last stop, I slowly walked out of the bus, feeling quite anxious. I have no where to go. I need to call Roger, luckily I'm great with numbers, so I just gotta find a telephone.

"Rog?"

"Mhm, who's this?" he yawned into the telephone and cleared his throat. "Oh, did I wake you? I'm sorry, I-I"

"Emma?"

"Yes! I mean yeah, it's me"

"H-How are you?"

"Roger, can you come pick me up?" I sobbed into the telephone and dried away a few tears. "Sure thing love, where are you?"

"Battersea bridge, I-I left them" I whispered as tears kept streaming down. "Okay, it's okay. Stay where you are, I'll be there in 10!"

****

"Em, you haven't said a word the entire car ride, please talk to me" he said and took my hands in his. "I'm very happy you let me stay here Rog, I have no other places to go" I mumbled and sent him a quick smile. I couldn't bare to look too long at him, everything was so overwhelming.

"I know how it looks like,"

"Whoa Em no, don't even start. We're friends, I'm your friend okay?" Roger exclaimed and pulled me in a hug. "It's just, it's been so long. I just randomly came back into your life and demanding a room" I laughed and sniffed. "I offered and you will always be my friend" he kissed my cheek and sent me a wink.

"I love your flat" I said and looked around. It was definitely better than his last, I guess touring and the albums are starting to pay off a little. "Thanks, I'm quite fond of it. Listen," he leaned back in the couch, crossed his arms and looked quite nervous.