*Author's note*

Hello all, I am soo happy to see more people getting in on this imagine/oneshot/series book. Now I know I'm awful at updating b/t tumblr and Wattpad but now I've gotten some time to sit down and give you guys like over nine parts that I've written for the Rock Angel series, and boy are you all in for a wild ride. A LOT has happened as you all will see, but for now let's take it one chapter at a time. 

Now this chapter there is ANGST, family disownment, verbal and a dash of physical abuse, but FLUFF is included and of course swearing. Now if any of those make you uncomfortable there's no need to stress yourselves and read this. You won't really be missing too much. Enjoy lovies ;) 

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*November 19th, 1982*

Ahhh home sweet home. It feels good to be back in jolly ol England once more. It's especially good to be back home in my flat. Now that I'm on holiday break of my tour after just beginning my first European tour back in mid-August, I am thrilled to relax for a bit before resuming it. Even though it's only 2pm, I have major jetlag. I swear once I get inside I am going into bed and sleeping until the end of the week. I set my bags down for a second and unlocked my door and opened it up and carried my stuff inside.

But once I passed my living room, I soon heard a chorus of male voices greeting me with ooh and awes. When I looked up it turned out that it was my boys, Freddie, Brian, Roger and Deacy. I raised my arms in the air giving the rock and roll symbol as my boys greeted me.

"There's our lovely angel." Freddie praised. Since I had asked Dominque to keep an eye on my flat since I lived so close to them, Roger probably asked for the spare key and called the guys knowing that I was going to be home today from my first European tour.

"You guys waited up for me?" I asked as I put my over bag down.

"Of course we waited up for you love, we wanted to hear everything about your first solo tour." Answered Brian. I smiled at them grateful that my boys were willing to wait up in my flat just to welcome me home.

"So come on tell us, how did Europe treat our girl?" asked Roger as he patted down on the open space of the couch between him and Deacy. I walked into my living room and sat down between them and I said.

"Like her royal majesties." I said speaking about the boys. "I mean I remember the tours I went with you guys but now being the star of the concert.....It was completely mind boggling." I praised still trying to wrap my head around things.

Roger gently pushed me down so that my head was resting in his lap while his fingers stroked through my hair and I looked up at him. I respected Deacy's space by keeping my legs down on the floor, but bless him, he took my legs and had them lay across his lap. He even untied my boots and set them down on the side of the couch.

"I never thought in my wildest dreams that I would ever reach this point. I mean yeah Japan gave me goosebumps at seeing them love my music but never would I think that all of Europe would love my music too."

"That's because you are a star darling, you deserve to be among us." Freddie stated as he lounged on one of my chairs.

"So where was your favorite place during your tour?" asked Deacy.

"Ohh wow well I really loved Greece. But if I had to pick my favorite place of the tour, I really loved Budapest. They welcomed me like I was the Queen of their country, was given a boat tour and got to see the Parliament building. And apparently Budapest was the first city to sell out for my concert in less than 24hours. Can you believe that?"

"Wow, that's amazing love. We're so proud of you." Said Roger as he continued to stroke through my hair, his fingers gently scratching my scalp.

"But you know what the most memorable thing of all was?" I asked as Roger kissed my forehead.

"What's that?" asked Brian.

"It was when I toured the countries that didn't speak a hint of English, much like that show you guys did in Rio back in the late 70's, when the entire audience was singing your songs back to you. I was....almost about to break down in tears on stage when they sang the bridge to 'Set it all free'."

"It is defining but it's wonderful when you know your music can touch so many people."

"And to think once I get done with my second album, I get to do it all over again. Although I wish the next tour is the Rock Angel and Queen. I've missed my boys too much while I was touring."

"Aww and we missed you too darling." Cooed Freddie.

"(Y/n) love you look exhausted; did you get any sleep at all on the plane?" Roger said. I turned back towards him and looked up at him and said.

"Yeah, it's just the jetlag you guys know how bad it gets for me. Plus all the other times I've had to fly throughout the tour, guess my jetlag has tripled for the three months." I explained.

"Well why don't we get you upstairs to your room and into bed?" he suggested. I sat up and stretched myself out and nodded in agreement. It was then Roger suddenly picked me up bridal style and just before we left the living room, my phone rang.

"Wait, wait I need to get that." I groaned tiredly.

"We can take a message for you." He told me.

"No, no Roger put me down. It could be Miami asking me about the rest of the tour dates."

"He can wait, you cannot." Brian then picked up the phone and said.

"(Y/n) (l/n) residence," there was a pause and he continued, "No I'm sorry she can't come to the phone right now, may I ask who this is?" I had Roger stop because if Brian didn't say Miami's name then who the heck was calling me. "Yeah, okay....sure....I will relay the message to her. Thank you." Brian then hung up my phone and I asked as I was still being held by Roger.

"Who was it?"

"That was Glenfield hospital.....(y/n)," he took a pause almost like he didn't want to say anything.

"What is it Brian? Spit it out already this involves our girl so what's happened?" asked Freddie worriedly.

"(Y/n) your uncle suffered a heart attack this morning."

My heart stopped and my body tensed up.

I turned away and patted Roger's shoulder wordlessly telling him to put me down. He gladly obliged and I placed my hands at my hips turning away from the guys so they wouldn't see me cry.

"(Y/n)...." Started Deacy.

"Is he dead?" I asked in a sharp tone.

"No, not yet. They wouldn't tell me anything else beyond that unless you were at the phone." Answered Brian. I nodded my head for a brief moment and wiped my cheeks, not understanding why I was acting like this.

"Ohh I see. So even when he suffers the worst way possible he still manages to hang on. Typical of him, he was always as stubborn and pigheaded as an ox." I muttered icily.

"(Y/n) darling, are you okay?" asked Freddie. I turned to them and each one of my boys looked at me with pure concern. I exhaled shakily and said.

"Fine yeah I'm fine. Hell I don't even know why I'm getting so emotional right now I mean.....I told you guys about what he and my aunt did, so there's no need to get upset around him, right? Right. I just....." without another word I raced the stairs and headed straight for my bedroom and slammed the door shut before pressing my back against it.

I then slowly walked towards my bed and just collapsed in it and took one of my many pillows and buried my face in it and let out a scream.

*3rd Person POV*

The boys all stood there in silence and Roger said.

"Why would they do this to her?!"

"It's not the hospital's fault Roger. They were just doing their job." Stated Deacy. Roger slumped back down on (y/n)'s couch and said.

"Yeah, yeah. It's just that she was finally happy for a change and now they had to go and ruin it for her!"

"Well it can't be avoided any longer my darlings. It's happened and....we need to put aside our profound hatred towards her aunt and uncle and be there for her. Come on let's go check on her."

"Hold on Fred," stated Brian. "It'll seem like we're trying to gang up on her if we all go. Let me talk to her, I know firsthand at what she's going through." Freddie nodded in understandment and he said.

"Alright Brian, we'll stay down here if you need help." Brian nodded then he went up the stairs two at a time and headed towards (y/n)'s bedroom.

He stopped right at the door and first listened to see if he could hear anything going on. When he didn't hear anything, he softly knocked on the door.

*My POV*

After screaming in my pillow till my voice went hoarse, I merely just lay there curled up in my bed. I soon heard a knock at my door.

"Not now guys okay?"

'(Y/n) it's just me love, may I come in?' Brian's voice was heard from the other side of my door. I sniffled softly and wiped my tearstains away and I said.

"Come in." He opened the door and stepped inside before closing it behind him. I felt the bed softly dip and soon I felt Brian's hand on my arm.

"Love are you sure you're okay?" he said as I felt his thumb gently stroke up and down my arm.

"No." I sat up and adjusted myself so that I was now facing Brian and I told him, "How am I supposed to feel when the man who kicked me out of the house at age 17 is now apparently laying on his death bed. I should feel joy and relief knowing that he's gonna die but....but why do I feel so emotional when for over 9 years he's done nothing but belittle me and tear me down along with that psychopathic bitch he calls a wife? Brian I'm just—so confused." He gently tucked my hair behind my ear and stroked my cheek gingerly wiping away the tearstains from my face as he said.

"Because they're still your family. Believe me love anytime I get a message from my mum telling me that dad had a serious accident or something, I'm frantic with worry even though it hurts to remember all the times he told me that going for a music career was a waste of my potential. We can't help but worry for our family, even when we don't like each other." I sniffled and asked him desperately.

"What do I do now?" Brian sighed heavily and said.

"If I were you, I would call the hospital and get the rest of the details. Then I'd go see him one last time."

"But what if I don't? Would you and the guys be mad at me if I chose not to?"

"He's your uncle (y/n). We cannot force you to go see him, you're an adult and it's your choice in the end. We'll still support you in any way we can, whatever you choose. Just be sure that whatever you choose in the end, you won't live to regret it." I looked down solemnly.

I then slowly crawled towards Brian and lay my head against his chest and held onto him. He wrapped his arms around me stroking down my head and rubbing and every now and then patting my back.

"But you don't have to decide anything right now darling, you've just got back from a 3 month tour and a long 14hr flight. Take some time for yourself to get recharged and then you can make the decision, okay?" I nodded softly. After staying in his arms a little longer, Brian then tucked me in my bed.

Once I fully tucked in, he stayed by my side for a moment brushing the hair out of my face before gently cupping my cheek against his palm and his thumb gingerly stroking my cheek.

"Brian."

"Yes, what is it?"

"Will you and the guys stay here when I wake up?"

"I promise love, we won't leave you. Do you want me to call them up here?" I shook my head no.

"No, I—I just want you here with me for a while, until I fall asleep. I just.....don't want to wake up remembering today's events and end up being alone."

"That's understandable love. We'll be here for you when you wake up. Nor will I leave you until you fall asleep." He wrapped his arm around me as he lay his head right in front of me stroking my shoulder with his thumb. His forehead gently touching mine and as he softly pecked my nose, I succumbed to the embrace of sleep and the last thing I heard from Brian before I fully fell asleep.

"Good night (y/n), sleep well my bright star."

When I woke up, I found myself alone in my bedroom and the smell of eggs and bacon filled the air. I changed out of my clothes from the other day and put on some fresh, clean ones before heading downstairs to see the boys all around my kitchen arguing as usual while Roger was at my oven cutting something up.

"I swear Roger were not getting into this argument again. And if you lock yourself up in (y/n)'s cupboard, we're just gonna bolt it shut with chains this time." I heard Brian say.

"The song was great, people ended up liking it. It deserves a spot on our Greatest hits album!" Roger snapped.

"Roger even (y/n) agrees that the song is weird. And she has good taste because of that." I heard Deacy say.

"Children please, we could all murder each other but then who'd be left to decide what goes on our Greatest hits vol.1 album?" Freddie said as he set down his mug probably filled with coffee since he can never function properly without a good cuppa. I then made myself known and that's when Freddie said. "There's our rock n roll angel."

"Morning guys."

"Morning love." They all chorused back to me. I walked over to my table booth and sat down.

"How you feeling love?" asked Roger as he leaned up against my island.

"Much better. How long was I out?"

"Two days." Answered Deacy. My eyes widened and I said.

"And you guys just stayed here."

"We promised we wouldn't, and when it comes to you, you know we'd go to hell and back for you." Answered Brian. I looked at my boys with the warmest smile and said.

"You guys are too much. I just hope I didn't cause Miami or your wives to get peeved at me."

"Of course not darling, we called them and explained what was happening and they've agreed that you needed us more than they did. Miami's even agreed to give you a paid leave of absence for personal reasons." Answered Deacy as he came up to me and placed his hands on my shoulders giving them an assuring squeeze and rub.

"Okay that's it I've giving that man whatever the hell he wants come Christmas. He spoils me too much, he'd never would've done this had I stayed his intern."

"Oh don't be ridiculous darling, you deserve to be spoiled." Answered Freddie in a tone that sounded like he was giving a King's commandment. I playfully rolled my eyes and that's when Roger came up to me with a plate of my favorite breakfast; scrambled eggs, pancakes, 2 strips of bacon and precisely 10 cut up pieces of sausages with a tall glass of orange juice.

"Your breakfast milady." He gestured with a dramatic bow. I shook my head at him softly giggling and I said in my poshest voice.

"Why thank you kind Mr. Taylor." Then I began to eat my first meal in 2 days.

Once I was done, I was now in my living room with the guys. I was sitting by the window while the boys mainly gathered around the center of the living room still discussing their Greatest hits vol.1 album about which song should go into it.

Meanwhile my mind was bouncing off between going back to my hometown of Leicester and confronting my aunt and possibly saying goodbye to my uncle for the last time, or just staying out of it and obeying their final wish which was they never wanted to see me again for as long as they lived. I sighed heavily but silently because I didn't want the guys to notice me right now.

And it was then I finally came to a decision.

"Hey guys." At the sound of my voice, they stopped talking and they turned to me and Brian said.

"Yes love, what is it?" I took a deep breath and exhaled softly and I said.

"I've made my decision."

"On what?" asked Deacy confused.

"I'm going to see them." At that statement, the boys looked at me gravely.

"Are you sure that's a good idea (y/n)?" asked Roger with nothing but utter concern.

"Look I've been driving myself crazy because of this, at any other time at the mention of my aunt and uncle I would've turned away and done what they wanted of me, which was to never even see me again. But you were right Brian. If I wake up the day after I get the official message that my uncle is dead. Then I'm going to regret it for the rest of my life, and the press will eat me alive calling me the abandoner and not the victim. I want to show them, both of them that I've proved them wrong. That all the years of belittling, verbal abuse before finally tossing me out onto the streets like trash, didn't keep me down."

"Then let us come with you." He said.

"No, no. I.....I need to do this on my own. I need to prove to myself that I can do this without you guys." There was silence in the room and that's when Brian came up and said as he cupped my cheek in his hand.

"Just know that we're a phone call away should you need us." I nodded. I then went over to my phone and dialed the number for my driver, Louis. It rang a couple times before I heard his voice.

"Louis it's (y/n). I'm sorry to call on such short notice but I need you to drive me somewhere."

Within 15minutes, Louis came with the limo and I had on a dark grey pea coat gifted to me by Roger, a hand-knitted scarf made by Veronica and given to me by Deacy, some large sunglasses gifted from Brian to hide my face and a red French flat cap given to me by Freddie. And Louis was driving me back to my hometown.

As we drove the 2hr and 21min. back to my hometown, I clutched onto the coat trying to get the strength from my boys from each article of clothing I was sporting as well as trying to draw up my own courage they've helped instill in me for the impending doom that would soon happen.

And it seemed that the weather was matching my mood because all the way there, it was raining and the skies were dark. I leaned up against the window, each breath of air I exhaled fogged up the window screen and Louis said.

"Any particular reason you didn't want the boys joining you Ma'am?"

"Personal reasons Louis, just drop me off a mile away from the hospital if possible."

"You sure? I can drop you off right by the hospital. You don't have to walk in this weather."

"Trust me Louis, if people found out a limo was parked outside the hospital, they'd call the press and soon my arse is all over the tabloids claiming I've slept with one of the guys and could be pregnant. Or find out my family drama and exploit me as some guilty whore begging for forgiveness."

"Understood ma'am." He said and there was no more conversation after that.

When we finally reached my district home of Glenfield, suddenly a whole bunch of memories were coming at me. As we drove along, we even got to pass by the very street where I lived when my parents were still alive and I allowed a few tears to unconsciously slip out as memories of my parents came back to me.

Once we were about a mile from the hospital, Louis parked on the side of the road and I got out and opened my umbrella to protect me from the cold rain.

"Now you're sure you don't want a lift straight to the hospital dear?" I smiled and said.

"I'm sure. Listen it's gonna be awhile so why don't you get yourself a cuppa to warm yourself up. There's a café nearby here. Just take the first right then go straight for about a mile and a half then you're gonna turn on Kingston dr. the café will be third building on the right. I'll phone the café once I'm ready to head back to London."

"Alright, good luck miss." He said as he rolled his window back up and took off driving. I sighed heavily and then continued on foot.

The rain dripping off my umbrella, my high-heeled boots stepping into puddles every now and then, and the coldness of the November air chilling me to the bone, even with the support of Roger and Deacy on my back. As I passed a few people walking the streets, I didn't even know if they were to recognize me, even if they didn't it's for the best.

Don't want the press getting wind of this after all. I'll never forgive them for calling me a 'Bitch at Queen's beck and call.' Claiming that I was only using Queen to get more fame. God I really don't want to relive that story, that was the ugliest part of my story.

Finally after what felt like forever, I finally stood at the very hospital where my parents were taken and died and where my uncle was at in his comatose, if not deathbed, but one can only pray. I took a deep breath before finally across the street and entering the hospital.

I entered inside and shut my umbrella back up before walking inside toward the front desk. A female receptionist sat there and she said.

"May I help you ma'am?" I then lowered my sunglasses just an inch under my eyes and the moment she looked at me, she knew who I was. "Oh my...." I placed my finger over my lips and I said as I handed her my ID confirming legally I was (y/n) (l/n).

"I got a call 2 days ago telling me that one Graham Norrington is here. He's my uncle and I'd like to know face to face how he's doing. And I would also like to be kept in privacy as to not let the public know that I am here."

"Of course Ms. (l/n), but may I just say that I'm a huge fan of your music. Your song 'Set it all free' really got me out of a tight spot with my boyfriend."

"I'm glad it did for you dearie, now I would like to speak to his doctor and know where my uncle is being kept."

"Of course. He's in room 203 it's just down that hall. I'll inform his doctor you're here." I thanked her and went to find my uncle's room. I managed to find a chair just outside my uncle's room and I sat down at it and waited.

Eventually the doctor came in and he explained to me personally what had caused my uncle's heart attack. Apparently he had it during work at the construction site, probably from yelling at everyone since he was the boss of all his workers. I didn't say a word and just let him talk.

There's also a chance that due to the severity of the heart attack that my uncle had suffered, there was a high possibility of him dying, especially since there had been no activity and a few close calls since the day he was admitted in.

Once we were done talking, he asked me if I wanted to see him. I debated heavily in my mind, but knowing that he was in a coma I didn't have to deal with his bullshit nor his rage. So I nodded silently and he allowed me inside the room. After giving me some privacy, I took off my shades so that I could fully look at him with my own eyes.

He looked like a sleeping corpse already. He was definitely older than when I last looked at him, his hair and tache a pure white instead of grey. His wrinkles definitely showed out more and he was as fat as ever, if not fatter.

"Thought you'd never see me again, huh? Bet your subconscious is riling up right about now hearing my voice huh?" I set my coat and scarf aside at one chair before pulling up the second chair right by his bedside. I put my sunglasses on the top of my flat cap. "You know normally I would be screaming at you right about now, because of all the pain you've caused me. Kicking me out like I meant nothing to you, hell I wouldn't have even bothered coming here to see you. I would never have even wanted to come back here to Leicester if I could help it. But....it took some friends of mine to help me gain the courage and the confidence to get where I am right now. To tell you......that I forgive you."

I know shocker right? Now I know what you're thinking. He kicked you out himself and has told you time and time again that you are a disgrace. Why in the hell would you forgive such a man? Well because I'm done.

I've been holding onto so many emotions against this man for so long. Anger, fear, sorrow, regret, for years I had to live in fear of disappointment towards both my aunt and uncle. But I'm no longer a child, I've worked my way through college without them, I went through my first breakup without them, and I reached my dream and became a Rockstar without them. I managed it, all on my own before I had known the guys, and it wasn't until I gained the support and guidance from my boys that it was the last step I needed to become the Rock Angel.

Suddenly I heard the door open and there standing at the door looking at me in stoic shock was my aunt Joanna.

Her blonde hair was still as blonde as I remembered, and her icy blue eyes that could make you shake in fear stared daggers at me as she told me.

"You have no right to be here!"

"Legally I do. The hospital called me two days ago and told me what had happened." I told her calmly not looking for an argument. But I should've known that once my aunt starts on her riled up tantrums, there's no stopping her.

"Oh so just because now you're some famous Rockstar you came here out of guilt? It's all your fault he's like this anyways."

"And pray tell how is it my fault exactly? Last I recall you were the one who told me to never step foot into your lives again. And last time I was here was over three years ago." She glared down at me before storming up to me and taking me by the arm and forcefully dragging me out of the room.

I cried out in pain as I could feel her nails digging into my skin of my arm as she forcefully tossed me out into the hallway. She shut the door and she came up to me and said.

". My sister was a foolish hippie music loving freak. Never sought anything out and not once did anything for her life."

"Don't you talk about my mum like that!" I snapped.

"And you're no different from her. Just because you're now famous doesn't make you any less than the trembling little girl I was forced to take in. Because that's all you'll ever be."

"That's quite enough of that madam." My heart stopped. We both turned around and standing just a few feet away from us were Freddie, John, Brian and Roger.

My boys had come to Leicester.

"You never change do you, you have to always bring in others because you never could fight your own battles. The tabloids were true, you really have made the band Queen into your little pets." My aunt sneered.

"The only thing right about that statement madam, is that like pets we have one thing when it comes to our girl. Loyalty. Something that a shrilled up shrew like yourself wouldn't understand. Now I can see firsthand that I am correct." Freddie answered once more as he light up a cigarette and blew out the smoke.

"You four have no right butting into a family matter."

"Well I think you'll find we have every right. She's family to us, and last we recall you had just told her that....remind me again Roger." Stated Brian before turning towards Roger as he now finished.

"Quote. You've always been a disgrace to this family. I don't even know why we even took you in in the first place. End quote." My aunt stormed up to them and said to them.

"You four think yourselves gods compared to everyone else? A silent, mute guitar player? A playboy blonde who sleeps around with anything in a skirt, probably even slept with my niece had you gotten the chance she became big?" At that statement, Roger nearly punched my aunt but Brian held his arm back as she continued her insults, "So getting a real degree for your astrophysics wasn't enough for you? You just decided to throw away your dreams and become some guitar player as well? And you," she then walked up to Freddie and sneered right in his face, "Don't think I know the suspicion about you. The pictures of you walking around drunk or sick."

"Which one ill or drunk?" Freddie sassed. My aunt only grinned maliciously as she continued.

"You are above all else a sin to this earth. Freddie the Fag Mercury."

"Not. Another. Word!" I found myself growling.

Finally after dreaming of this moment forever, I stormed up to my aunt and with all my strength I pulled her back into my uncle's room not wanting to cause another scene out in the hallway.

I pushed her in the room and as the boys came in, I shut the door and locked it before coming up to her and snarled.

"Don't you dare say another word to my boys, you understand?"

"'Your boys'?" She mocked

"Yes. My boys. You can insult me, you can insult my dad hell you can insult my mum, your own little sister for as long as you want. But say another word to my boys again and I promise I will scar your face up so hard and deep, that not even your plastic surgeon will know how to fix it." I threatened.

For the first time, I saw a flicker of fear in her icy blue eyes.

"These boys have given me more love and support in just 3 hours of meeting them than in the 9 years that you and Graham ever gave me!" I turned to my boys and walked up to Deacy first and said to my aunt. "Sure Deacy is quiet and shy when you see him, but his actions speak louder than his words. And he's shown me in more ways than one of how much he cares for me. He's like the big brother I wish I had, but I am glad to have met him this way in the end." As I spoke, I felt Deacy's hand at my shoulder and I gave his hand a squeeze.

I then walked up Freddie next and he wrapped his arm around my neck as I glared at my aunt and continued.

"Freddie here has been like the true uncle that I needed. He's given me the confidence and the courage I needed to shine brighter than any star. Even when I feel like I'm not worth it, he makes me feel beautiful inside and out." I left his side and went to Brian next. I took his hand and he gave it a gentle squeeze as continued, "Whenever I felt like I wasn't worth it. Whenever there were doubts in my mind, the insecurities that you have instilled into me all my life. It was Brian here who became my voice of hope. He's shown me that I belong in this world and that my talents are worth it, that I am worth it. He knows exactly what to say that will bring me up, and never tear me down."

And last but not least, I stood in front of Roger who immediately wrapped his arms around me and leaned his head on top of mine. Even from behind his prescription shades, I knew he was glaring at my aunt as I finally finished.

"And yeah he maybe a playboy and sometimes a hothead, but he's my hotheaded playboy. Because I know that in the end, I'm his number one girl. Roger Meddows Taylor is caring, protective and he's always there for me whenever I need him. No matter what time of day, rain, snow, sleet, hell even a bloody hurricane. He's always there for me. And there was only other man I knew in my life who had as much love as Roger has, and that man was my dad." I slowly left Roger's arms and he allowed it as I now stood before my aunt.

I stared her down, for once finally feeling like the bigger person in this confrontation for once.

"And if you want to go to the tabloids and claim a story of how the Rock Angel came and ditched her sick uncle for fame and fortune. Go ahead. But just know that not only do I have four eye witnesses to your claims of verbal abuse, I've got physical evidence of physical abuse which you so helpfully gave me." I said as I pulled up my sleeve to reveal the four deep incisions from my aunt's nails that now showed small amounts of smeared blood.

"But you did the same to me!" she argued.

"True but unlike you, I didn't ruin my manicured nails and penetrate skin." As she went to check her arm to reveal no traces of nail marks. "So in the end, it'll be your word against yours." I stated as Roger grabbed my scarf and coat and I put on the scarf while he helped me with my coat.

I walked up to the door and took hold of the handle and said one final farewell to my aunt.

"Farewell Joanna Norrington. And I hope your husband has a dry martini for you downstairs when it comes your time." And with that I left the room.

As my high heeled boots clacked along the silent hallways, I could feel my boys following behind me like four protective bodyguards. I walked back up to the front desk and told the woman.

"When it comes time for Joanna Ethel Norrington's death. I want my name off the records. Legally I am not her niece anymore. She wants nothing to do with me, and it should've been that way from the beginning. I want nothing to do with that family anymore." I said not another word but walked towards my boys who grabbed their umbrellas.

As I was close to Deacy, he wrapped an arm around me and the five of us walked outside into the pouring rain towards Terry, Freddie's driver, car. John opened the door and I entered inside first and then Brian and Freddie came n and sat in front of me. John came and sat to my left while Roger sat to my right once he opened the door from that side.

"Take us home, Terry." Freddie said as he pushed the speaker button. The car then began to drive us back to London. The car ride was silent as I sat between Deacy and Roger and that's when Brian broke the ice.

"We're sorry we came (y/n), but we all wanted to be sure you were going to alright. I know you told us to stay out of it, but from what we just saw.....we're glad we did. We're sorry you had to go through losing your family again." I remained quiet for a bit before I finally said proudly even though tears were filling my eyes.

"I didn't lose my family today. I protected it." I took my shades off and looked at my boys and smiled softly. I felt Deacy's arms wrap around me as he leaned his head against mine. Roger wrapped an arm around my waist while both Brian and Freddie took each of my hands in both of theirs. "For the remaining half of my life, Joanna and Graham wanted me to choose between being a miserable everyday person, or feeling sorry for myself because I wasn't perfect. Adam in a way was the same. But you four were the only people in this whole world who thought it was okay to just be me."

"Because that's who our Rock Angel is." Roger said softly. I turned toward him and smiled down at me softly before kissing my forehead.

"We're so proud of you darling, let's get you home and celebrate on your greatest accomplishment of all." Freddie said. I nodded softly as my boys put me at the center of a group hug each of them giving me praises of proudness, softly crying tears of happiness.

I was finally free. I had finally said what I wanted to say to both of the people that made my life hell growing up, although things with Joanna were rough, I'm glad my boys came when they did, cause I doubt I would've gotten the strength to finally tell her off for all that I've wanted to say after all these years.

Now I get to go home with my real family.