Chapter 2
Title: Death on Two Legs
Author: sandssavvy
Pairing: Froggie and Freddie/OC
Warnings: non-con
Rating: PG-13 for this chapter
Summary: Can the pieces be put back together?
Disclaimer: These boys could never have been owned by anyone. I don’t believe this ever occurred, and I certainly hope it didn’t happen.
Chapter One
Chapter 2:
Roger groaned as he was woken by the front door closing and hurried footsteps disappearing into Freddie’s bedroom. His head felt like it was about to explode. Damn that alcohol, why did there have to be a bad side to everything? He stood up and made gingerly made his way to the bathroom.
They were almost out of aspirin, he discovered, as he opened the cabinet. Luckily there was enough to save him some more hours of pain and a few extra. He left the bathroom and moved to the kitchen to see if he could make breakfast without getting sick.
Soon he heard footsteps and turned in time to see Freddie holding a bundle of clothes disappear into the bathroom. Shaking his head at his friend’s strange behavior he placed two slices of bread into the toaster.
He could hear the shower running later and started to take out saucers and a knife to distract himself from thoughts of Freddie nude and wet. He had already finished his breakfast, and the half he had saved for Freddie was getting cold. How long was he going to bathe anyway?
“Fred, don’t use up all the hot water!” He groaned as he received no reply other than the sound of more cascading water. He wondered if Freddie had taken his keys again. He hoped he didn’t lose them. Finally after what seemed like an hour he heard the shower stop. By this time Roger was listening to a Led Zepplin album on the couch.
Seeing his friend reappear from the bathroom he said, “Freddie did you take my keys last night?” The singer paused for a moment before taking the keys from the pants he had in his arms and tossing them to Roger. He barely caught them and was about to ask Freddie what was wrong when he heard the door to the other man’s room shut again.
Something was very wrong here, Roger thought, as he left the keys on the table and walked over to Freddie’s door. “Hey Fred, what did I do to deserve the silent treatment?”
His sigh from the lack of response was cut off as he heard a stifled sob from the other side of the door. Now Roger was worried. He’d never heard Freddie cry before.
He opened the door to find that the older man had left all the lights off. He flicked on the light switch by his side to reveal Freddie sitting curled up at the head of his bed. His arms were around his legs and his face was hidden by his hair and knees. Roger could barely hear the muffled sobs that were escaping him.
“Freddie what’s wrong?” He asked softly. Roger was starting to feel scared, and the sobs were growing louder.
He could barely make out Freddie’s voice telling him to, “go away,” between the tears.
“I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s wrong.” Roger replied moving to the side of the bed.
“No- nothing’s wrong,” Freddie evaded wincing as he tried to scoot farther away. Roger was wondered why he wouldn’t lift his head.
“You know you can tell me anything Freddie. We’re friends,” he tried to place a hand on his shoulder, but the dark haired man curled further in on himself. Roger was frightened by the amount of vulnerability he felt he was trespassing on. He looked so small and helpless.
“Freddie. . . can you lift your head up for a moment?” Roger tried to coax his friend, but he only shook his head as his sobs grew louder. Freddie’s slight form was shaking with the force of the tears. Roger gently pulled him into his arms, and he tried to push him away for before giving in and crying into Roger’s chest.
“Freddie,” The blonde man murmured as he gently ran a hand comfortingly against Freddie’s back. “I can’t help unless I know what’s wrong.”
Freddie shook his head again, but his tears seemed to be subsiding. Roger stood up and left to get the tissues from the bathroom. “Thanks,” Freddie murmured after Roger gave him the box. Then he asked him something strange, “could you… turn around?”
“Why should I do that?” Roger asked puzzled.” The pause was so long that he wasn’t sure that Freddie was going to answer.
Finally he said, “I d-don’t want you to see me.”
Roger was really worried now, “No Freddie, I’m not going to turn around.”
With a sigh of resignation Freddie lifted his head wincing at Roger’s gasp. His eyes were red-rimmed from crying, and his right eye was bruised. His lips were swollen and there was a cut on the bottom one. He quickly covered his face with a tissue, but not before Roger discovered several angry bite marks on his neck. He also had dark almost finger shaped bruises on his neck. The younger man could even see what looked like rope burns on his wrists now that he was looking for marks.
“Are you ok,” He was answered by a startled sob and then alarmingly hysterical laughter.
“Am I ok? Am I o- o” He broke out into uncontrollable sobs again and Roger quickly embraced him again. Freddie recoiled from his touch for a moment, but soon he was holding onto Roger like a lifeline.
“Who did this to you?” Roger whispered.
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TBC
The next chapter is one of Freddie's flashbacks mostly, so I think many of your questions will be answered then.
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