Music - Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen

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Saviour

As I sipped the last drop of my iced coffee, I finally closed my laptop after finishing the final round of edits for my client's novel before leaving the cafe. But when I stared out the glass windows, it was raining cats and dogs.

With a sigh, I pulled my umbrella from my bag and put it up as I made my way to the subway. It was around five in the afternoon and people were on a rush to get to their homes as soon as they can, hoping to spend the night longer with their families. I had no idea that white pants would be a bad option today, but here I was with stains on mine from the strutting passers-by.

"Fuck!" I yelled in shock as I missed a step and almost fell on the stairs after a man bumped over me. Of course, he was kind enough to flip me off when he caught me glaring at him.

I ran my hand through my hair and cursed under my breath as I closed my umbrella, the faint sound of guitar getting louder and louder as I walked. In the same spot where he would always play, Damon had just finished singing to his cover of Stevie Wonder's Superstition as he strummed the chords of its outro on his guitar.

I looked to my side and saw the overwhelming line of people wanting to get on the train. With a shrug, I made my way to the musician and pulled my wallet from my pocket, dropping a five dollar bill as well as a fifty cent coin on his guitar case. When he heard the coin dropped, he turned his head to my side as soon as I said hi. I cleared my throat and asked, "Can you play I'm Not the Only One by Sam Smith?"

Damon had been playing in the subway for as long as I could remember and I would always stop by to listen to him sing for a while.

Damon fixed his shades that were crooked - probably after grooving to the song he just played - and smiled. "Let me guess, you've been cheated on?" He teased, but I shook my head, only to realize he couldn't see me.

"Not really, I just like the song," I replied and he nodded before he took a few seconds to figure out the chords with his guitar, humming its chorus in the process. "I'm happily married, sir."

"Sure," He smirked and finally strum the first chord of the ballad. While there were strangers busying themselves on what they were doing and others were lined up for the train, some, just like me were gathered around him, waiting for him to sing. I had been a fan of him since I started taking the train to Brooklyn. There was something really soulful in the way his velvety tone manipulate the words of any song. It had depth but it didn't feel too trained. He was passionate.

I wasn't able to listen to him completely as the next train soon arrived.

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When I was nearing our house, I grinned in excitement as soon as I saw my best friend's car parked outside. It had been a while since I last talked to Olivia but I was glad she visited. My job had been stressing me out these past few weeks and even if my husband would always be there to cheer me up, I needed her support. She was family.

As I got inside, Sgt. Pepper, our dog, bolted to greet me at the door, wagging his tail. "I miss you, Sergeant," I let out a giggle as I petted his head but he began to lick my face. "Where's your dad, buddy?"

When the sound of Sergeant's wagging tail stopped as he lay on the floor, I was greeted with silence and a faint sound of something that was creaking coming from our room. "Hold on, buddy, I'll give you a treat in just a moment."

I had just realized that no one was in the living room and usually, Peter would be watching TV on the couch. Even Olivia whom I thought came to visit, wasn't around.

I got up on my feet and dropped my bag on the couch as I made my way to our bedroom. I wasn't one to get easily paranoid, but not seeing my best friend nor my husband anywhere in the living room and hearing the creaking noises from the bedroom, made my heart pound heavier than usual.

Our house was only a bungalow so any noise produced in our bedroom would be very audible anywhere in the house. The walls didn't matter. Peter and I were lucky we were the only ones living in the house or else sex would be very hard. Slowly and with careful steps, I reached the bedroom and the door was fortunately open.

I already knew what was happening and what I saw confirmed my assumptions. My husband was fucking my best friend.

The room reeked of sweat and cum. This was probably their second round. Third? Fourth? I didn't want to know. All I knew was Peter had good stamina.

"Yes Pete, just like that," Olivia moaned and I almost puked. "Harder, please!"

I didn't know how to react, but even if I was frozen for a moment in my spot, I managed to move to the kitchen for a glass of water. I didn't want to be a creep.

As soon as I filled the glass with water, my hands were trembling when I tried to take a gulp, my lips quivering in anger. Aside from my twitching eyes, I couldn't feel my face and I couldn't find the will to cry. My knees felt weak but I didn't want to fall so I held on to the kitchen island. I wasn't able to think of anything else except for the fact that I wanted to leave. This wasn't my home anymore. I guess it was never my home in the first place.

I had to wait for them to get off so I could get my things inside. Nice.

I made my way to the fridge to get Sergeant some treats. He was laying on the floor by the door so I signaled him to come to me, in which he did. "We're leaving, buddy," I told him as I gave him a treat, my hand seeking comfort through his golden fur while I sat on the floor.

Not knowing what else to do, my eyes were staring in the distance, searching for something to distract myself from the sound of betrayal coming from the room my husband and I used to make love in. Then it found something, by the wall just outside our room, behind the couch, and near the television. My piano.

I quirked my brow as I felt a smirk form in my lips.

Giving Sergeant the rest of the treats in my hand, I got up and scrambled towards my piano, silently adjusting the stool so I could sit. It had been a while since I last played the piano and now was the perfect time to practice. Let's make this even more romantic, shall we?

I cracked my knuckles as I took a deep breath and gently opened the fallboard. I paused for a few seconds trying to remember the chords leading to Bohemian Rhapsody's operatic section. As soon as I started playing the A major key, the noise from the room stopped. That only urged me to hit the keys harder than how I usually would as my foot stepped on the sostenuto pedal.

Through my peripheral vision, I saw a silhouette of a man. It was my husband, all sweaty with nothing but his boxers on. But I didn't mind him and only kept playing. "Saviour, I can explain."

It seemed as if my hands had a life of their own as they kept on playing while a scoff escaped my mouth. "I've seen everything, Pete," I said, my eyes focused on the keys. "I don't want to hear the full details."

"I'm...I'm sorry," it was then that I finally stopped and turned to look at him in disbelief.

"No you're not," I said through gritted teeth as closed the fallboard of my piano. "It didn't look like you were when you were fucking her."

"That's not true, Sav," Peter shook his head, his voice trembling as he walked towards me and got on his knees. I shivered in disgust the moment he held my hands, making it harder for me to calm myself. "I love you."

"No," I brushed his hands off of me and slapped his face as I held myself back from crying. No, I refused to let a single drop of tear fall in his house. "I let you fuck me even when I'm fucking exhausted because I love you, and this is what you're gonna give me in return I fucking left my family behind just to be with you, Pete. You're just never satisfied because you don't love me."

I then asked, "How long have you two been doing this behind my back?" It made me snicker just thinking about how I must have had been cheated on as Peter already knew Olivia before he even met me. His eyes avoided my gaze as silence let itself be his answer. "I'm not gonna be disrespected like this anymore. I'm so over it."

I stood up from the stool and as I was about to go to our room, he wrapped his arms around my legs, already sobbing. "Saviour, if you just let me explain."

"I'm leaving," I announced and made my way to our room, its heat making my skin sticky as the smell of after sex - or I guess, interrupted sex - entered my nostrils. As much as I had everything about it painted in my mind, it didn't seem to be the same room me and Peter had made love a million times in. It was now just a cheap motel room that I happened to stumble in.

On the side of the bed, was Olivia staring down the carpeted floor, her bare body covered with nothing but our dirty sheets. "How fucking dare you?" I shook my head in disbelief as she turned away from me and covered her face with the bedsheet. I continued, "This is gonna be the last time you'll see me."

I moved towards the closet and began packing as soon as I brought out my luggage. "Hopefully, you can move here tomorrow," I said, trying to pack my things as fast as I could, and Olivia's sobs got louder enough for me to hear her. I rolled my eyes and turned towards my ex-best friend. "Oh, I'm sorry, was your husband cheating on you?"

Not wanting to be a part of this fuckery any longer, I decided that I had packed enough and I would just get the rest of my stuff tomorrow. I was exhausted and my mind was clouded up with anger and confusion, I just wanted to get a breather.

Before I left the room with my luggage, I took Sergeant Pepper's leash that was laying on the floor beside the nightstand. "Sergeant?" I called out and he entered the room with his tongue out and tail wagging, probably assuming I'd take him for a walk. I put the leash around his neck and we both left the room.

"You can't bring him with you," Peter ran right in front of me, blocking my way to the front door. "Pepper's staying here."

"No, he's not," I raised my brow as I gave him a stern look. "First of all, I adopted him, and second, you don't deserve loyalty."

When I left the house, it wasn't my home anymore.

---End of Chapter 1---

Author's Note: I'm so sorry this was late. My cocky self thought I could write this in two days. That was really stupid of me. Anyway, thoughts? What do you think of  Saviour? Was he a little annoying?