Classic Rock Bands One-shots

Queen: Is It Too Late?⭐

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Tw: Suicide Attempt, Domestic Abuse, Eating Disorder

You Can Always Get Help. You Are Not Alone: 1-800-273-8255

Freddie looks to his husband Paul Prenter, "Honey, something is seriously wrong with Brian."

"Your son?" Paul asks.

Freddie groans, "Our son!"

Paul scoffs, "What's wrong with snowflake?"

"He's hardly eating, staying in his room often, hardly going to school, and his grades are dropping!" Freddie bellows.

"Well I don't want to see his ugly ass. He's another man's baby. When you have me kid we'll talk."

"You know about my medical-"

The door slams shut and Brian's home he goes to push past his parents, "Brian-"

"Fuck off old man." Brian hisses his wrists felt like they're on fire.

"Listen to your mother you poof." Paul warns him standing him up.

Brian growls, "Piss off you're not my real dad."

Paul backhands him making Freddie scream and stand in front of his boy. Freddie stands a quivering mess barely coming up to chest height on both of them, "Quit it both of you!"

"I wish dad never died." Brian yells, "He was a lot better than the piece of shit you married."

Paul goes to hit him again but Freddie takes the blow getting a bloody nose, Brian storms into his room and locks the door,

Brian can hear his parents harsh arguing from downstairs he looks at his phone it looks like his now ex best friend, Roger has blocked him on Instagram once again. He tears up and cries silently into his pillow he cries himself to sleep again not eating dinner once again.

He arrives at school starving, his wrists burning with fresh cuts, and in pain. He heads to his locker to get his books out, when someone looks over. Pretty blond hair, pale blue eyes, and plump pink lips,

"Brian." Roger hisses,

"Morning, Roger." Brian says numbly shutting his locker.

Roger shoves him, he's looking for a fight and Brian wasn't giving it to him,

"Come on man I'm tired of this," Roger growls shoving him again, "Fight me you cunt."

Brian kisses Roger and walks out the school and heads home. His wrists burning more now, he sees there's a note on the fridge when he gets back, "Gone to help Paul at work be back at 11AM, love papa.", Freddie knew Brian probably would head home long before school let out and he didn't want his baby to be scared.

Brian takes something out of the kitchen and heads into the bathroom. He removes his clothes and gets into the bath. He begins to cry he takes the kitchen knife off the sink and digs into his wrist downwards he manages to slice the other one before losing feeling in the first wrist he sliced he watched the blood gush out and his vision blurs and everything goes black.

Freddie returns home with Paul he sees Brian's backpack and calls for him. Getting know answer he looks around he sees the light on through the cracks of the bathroom door, he knocks getting no answer he opens the door which Brian left unlocked. Freddie screams Paul come up behind him and smacks him across the the face causing Fred to hit his head off the door frame,

"My baby!" Freddie wails dragging Brian out of the water making a bloody watery mess, "My baby! My baby is dead!"

"His chest is still moving?" Paul kicks Brian hard.

Freddie smacks Paul away, "Get away! Get away you bastard! I want a divorce."

Paul laughs in his face, "Good luck getting help for your shitty son. We have no phones and I'm taking the car."

Paul leaves after that sending Freddie into a panic he didn't know what to do now he presses towels into Brian's arms and tries to find a way to tie them. He heard the front door open and he prayed it was Paul. He only saw a blond teenager looking down in horror at Brian's bloody nude corpse, "D-Do you have a car?" Freddie sniffles.

Roger nods and rushes them out to his car and for the first time in Roger's life he ignores red lights and goes over speed limits thankfully the police are shit and he's white. They make it to the hospital in record time where Freddie has to beg the hospital staff to take in his boy even though they don't have insurance. The hospital seems to be kind to them and takes Brian in. He's rushed off for emergency surgery as he severed many things in his wrists and may never be able to use his arms and hands again.

While waiting on Brian Freddie looks over at the blond, "Who are you, dear?"

"I'm a friend of, Brian's.... We had a falling out and I was going to make it up to him... And well I found you and Brian. I assume you're his father?"

"Yes." Freddie says, removing his rings, "My shit hole husband left right as he saw Brian.. so it's just me and him now. Thank you for coming, darling." Freddie looks at him, "You're an angel."

Roger goes to say something but Freddie hands him a 20£ bill, "Mister, I can't accept this."

"Please." Freddie says standing up as a doctor calls him over.

Roger stands there in stunned silence staring at the money in his hand he wanted to pay Brian's father back he didn't even know Brian's father's name. Freddie waves him over and they go into Brian's room where he lays wrists wrapped tight. He was alive and the real journey would begin so after.

Brian wakes up and Freddie loves him and tells him Paul is gone and that he's so sorry. Freddie vows to get him a proper therapist and to help him with physical therapy.

Freddie sees how the two boys are looking at each other and excuses himself to the bathroom, "You kissed me." Roger says once Freddie's far gone from the room.

"I knew I was going to die, so I wanted to check something off my bucket list."

"Well you're going to get help and I'll be by your side." Roger says.

Roger kisses him again and promises to never fight with him again, Freddie comes back and hugs Brian tight. For now everything was perfect and there was nothing to worry about, Paul was gone and Brian was in safe and loving hands. Now it was time for everyone to heal and recover.