POV Isabella

I was in the hospital a few days ago. The shot I took from Luke hit my abdomen. I lost a lot of blood and had to have an emergency surgery to remove the bullet that was lodged in the region of the abdomen. I've been here for a week. I'm already fine, but I still feel some pain and I'm taking some medications. If the boys had not rescued me, I might be dead by now. After my surgery, I learned from my friends that Luke had been killed by the police. That's right. The boy who claimed to be a friend of mine, from childhood was dead. As my friends commented, while the doctors were doing my surgery the police killed Luke, the big drug dealer, and they blew up the big counter where there were lots of drugs. As for Michael, Roger's father was arrested for attempted murder and drug trafficking. He will be tried in a few months. I was devastated when I heard all this. I cried because of Luke. He said he loved me, but, he was sick, he needed psychological treatment, he was not well. As for Michael, without comment, he deceived me in a way I would never suspect. Freddie said that Roger cried a lot when he heard of Michael's arrest. He said that Michael always hated him and that now, with him in prison, he would have quiet, that Michael could not harm people.

During a week I was in the hospital, Freddie, Bri and John, as well as Veronica, Clare, Sue Mary, Chrissy, Tim and Les visited me at the hospital. My grandparents were with me too. Roger did not visit me, but every day rose ships came to me and cards with messages of improvement and support.

I'm getting sick today. Eight of July. Sue came to pick me up from the hospital with my car and took me to my apartment with my grandparents. At night, our friends were present, without Roger's presence, of course. They were happy for my recovery. My grandmother had made us dinner. I was in my room, still in recovery, I have to stay a few more days at rest, without making any effort, until the birthday of my year-old godson Robert and Bri's birthday. Bri, Freddie and John were in my room.

"Take care, my dear Bella," Freddie smiled. "We want to see you very well on the birthday of little Robert and Bri.

I smiled in silence.

"When you passed out on my lap, I thought you were dying, Bella. I went into despair, everyone went into despair, even Roger. He stopped the car and we realized that you were still breathing, weakly, but, breathed and we rushed you to the nearest hospital. Roger, for two moments almost hit the car. He was crazy about worrying about you, "Bri said, smiling at me.

"He does not have to worry about me," he said sadly, looking at my friends. "If I died, Roger would not have to.

"He still loves you," John said, smiling at me. "He still loves you very much.

"He does not love me anymore, John," he said flatly. "He told Luke that.

"He told Luke what was convenient for the moment, my dear Bella," smiled Freddie. Rog is suffering from malaise. He did not forget you. But, his damn pride speaks loudly and because he has already suffered previous disappointments, he is afraid of hurting himself much more.

"Something tells me that someday you'll understand each other again." Brian smiled.

"Something tells me this day will not come, and please do not tell me about Roger," I said sadly. "I do not love you either.

Freddie, Bri and John began to laugh.

"What an embarrassing joke, my dear friend Bella. You love each other very much and will one day understand each other, "smiled Freddie.

The days went by and I was recovering. On the eighteenth of July, it was the first birthday of my godson Robert, who was celebrated in a large children's buffet, which had Tom and Jerry's drawing theme. I talked cheerfully to my friends, except Roger. We do not exchange a word. I played a lot with my beautiful godson. Robert has Veronica's red hair and John's gorgeous green eyes. Perfect combination. Already about to sing congratulations, Veronica told me to call Roger, who was with Robert. I grimaced and Veronica smiled. She did it on purpose. I go the direction to the toys and see Roger inside a Formula One racing toy car with Robert. Roger was driving slowly in the small lane. Robert was smiling. You're loving the godfather's company, by the way. Seeing me, Roger stopped the car and Robert began to cry.

- Calm champion. Godfather Roger is about to start the car again. Roger said affectionately to the boy and took him in his arms.

"I did not want to disturb the moment between godfather and godson, but Veronica is calling." It's time to sing congratulations to little Robert, "I said, smiling at him." You look so handsome, love of the godmother.

Roger stared at me. Has he ever seen me in jeans, shoes and shirts?

"How are you, Isabella?" He asked, holding the steering wheel.

"Well, I've recovered well. Thanks for the ride, the day I was shot, "she said normally.

"I did my duty to help you." You were on the verge of death. "I'm glad you're recovering. You are strong. Tell Veronica I'll be with Robert soon enough to take the pictures.

"Okay," I said as I walked out of the room and Roger started the toy car again and Robert smiled.

I talked to Veronica and she smiled.

"Was it so hard to talk to Roger?" - she asked.

- Was. Roger has changed a lot. He does not care about me. He's cold in the words, Veronica, "she said in annoyance.

"This is a phase, my friend. Soon Roger will be what he once was, with you, "said Veronica.

"I do not think so, Veronica," he said sadly.

Shortly after, Roger appeared and took pictures with Robert, John and Veronica. Shortly afterwards, we sing to Robert. My godchild's birthday was very lively and cute, taking away the part of talking to Roger that was an inconvenience.

The next day, on the 19th of July, Bri was twenty-nine. He celebrated his birthday at his new home, where he lives with Chrissy. He hired food and drink. Bri invited about fifty people, including his parents, some childhood friends, musical producers. Bri, unlike Roger and Freddie is quiet. He does not like the extravagances of being a Rock Star. His birthday was pretty fun, too.

On July 20th, I took a large suitcase with clothes and shoes and put it in the trunk of my car. I got in my vehicle with Sue, we're going to Brighton, enjoy the rest of the vacation. I called my car and took the road. I drove normally, on the highway, feeling the wind hitting my face. Although I was suffering from dating Roger, I was smiling with Sue because we were humming some songs that played on the radio. I asked Sue to stay in London in commemoration of Roger's twenty-seventh birthday, after all, he's her friend, but she did not want to. He said he'd rather go to the coast with me. An hour later we arrived in Brighton at my grandparents' house. The rest of July I'll stay there.

POV Roger

Thank God, Isabella survived Luke's attack. Luke was killed by the cops. Police have blown up the big shed, the big drug dealer has also died and Michael has been arrested and will be tried for drug trafficking and attempted murder. I hope this time Michael never gets out of jail again. I do not want him to threaten my mother or sister. He's not crazy to do that. Isabella spent a week in hospital, recovering from the surgery. She lost a lot of blood. I did not dare to visit her, as my friends and my sister, therefore, I was afraid of having a relapse and wanting to return to her. My pride is speaking louder than my love for Isabella and I know this is wrong. I can not forgive her, unfortunately. During the days she was hospitalized, I would send bouquets of roses and cards supporting her and hoping she would leave the hospital shortly, and the boys and I would record the songs from the band's new album in the Manor studio in Oxfordshire during the day, Owned by Richard Branson, the Virgin Records' "all-powerful," and we agreed with Mike Stone and Gary Langan to be producers of the album. In the first and second week of July, while Isabella was hospitalized and then discharged, we recorded the song Tie Mother Down written by Bri during college. In the third and fourth week of July, we recorded the song You Take My Breath Away. During the month of July, we were about to go insane on the recordings, because of Freddie's eccentricity, among other things, we argued a lot, but, this is normal, then we always understood each other. After Isabella left the hospital, I reviewed her on the birthday of our godson Robert and Brian's birthday. After Brian's birthday, she went to Brighton with Sue. Sue did not want to stay at the commemoration of my twenty-seventh birthday. On the twenty-sixth of July I finally turned twenty-seven, and I celebrated at a large ballroom in London and invited about two hundred guests, including friends, musical producers, some musicians from other bands, and my beloved mother and sister, of course. . I swear that despite the big party, I was feeling a big emptiness inside. I did not receive Isabella's happy birthday because she, too, did not receive a happy birthday from me. I am silent, day and night, with all this. As much as I stay with beautiful women, I have been with many of them, taking them to the most expensive motels, I have been very unhappy, in my heart and sometimes at night, I cry in silence, but, the great culprit It's Isabella. She deceived me, lied to me, omitted, betrayed my confidence and there is no turning back. I've suffered a lot from all this and I do not want to suffer again, even if it's with Isabella.

POV Isabella

Thirty-first of July. I've been in Brighton for ten days with Sue. I have taken advantage to stay longer with my paternal grandparents, help them in the pub too, review my uncles and cousins ​​and friends from Brighton, from my childhood, adolescence and enjoy the beach. Sue and I will stay three more weeks in Brighton. We will return to London on Sept. 17th. August 19th is John's twenty-fifth birthday and we will be there. My work, Masters and courses come back in September. It was a beautiful summer night. Sue went to buy coconut water in a kiosk and I waited for her, sitting on the sand, watching the sky full of stars and the new moon. I closed my eyes and for a moment I remembered Roger. Until I took it out of the pocket of my shorts, a picture that Roger had given me when Queen went with Mott the Hoople for the North American tour in 1974. He delivered a photo that was actually a montage photo with Bri and He together, being photographed, John was in the pool and Roger was in the pool too. I look once more at the photo and tears fall from my face. I get up and head towards the sea. I go into the sea a little, barefoot and feel the cold water. I took the picture that Roger had given me and I left it in Brighton and played it overboard. The photo goes away along with the waves.

I do not want any more pictures Roger has. I remember very well when he told Luke that he did not love me anymore and that everything he did for me was solely because of my paternal grandparents. Okay, this way I'll do everything I can to forget it.

To be continued...