PARDON ME, I HAVE TO GET AWAY

- Everything was delicious.

Phoebe cooked wonderfully. But if I did get right Joe Fanelly was his personal cook. He might at that time didn't work for him yet. After their intense relationship with sad end he had to get away as quickly as possible and got clean of him. How does someone get clean of Freddie?

Watching his wet lips from sipping tea I thought he just like that could be anybody's erotic dream. I've never considered myself a helpless girl or show helplessness. But for some reason I was the perfect helplessness picture to Freddie and the excuse to his paternal longings. And God, you feel quite nicely being taken care of and loved by him. In fact it was an unbeatable feeling.

- Are you feeling any better? -he winked me while I bathed the last sausage inside the soft egg yolk.

- Hmmmm. This is the best breakfast in the world.

- Have you heard, Phoebe? Your light breakfast made sensation.

- Thank you, dear -he nodded with his good nature and careles smile.

- What does the heavy breakfast entail?

I'm talking about kinds of breakfast with Freddie Mercury after a huge hangover. I challenge the gods to make up a similar nonsense.

- Well, the heavy breakfast has also kidney pie and kippers.

- And do you eat that? -I asked suspicious, knowing quite well his poor appetite.

- Are you joking? But I love those around me eat themselves to death.

- It's true, Im dying. I might puke what I couldn't yesterday.

- You've eaten breakfast like a good girl.

I wanted to tell him what's the next move? This was a never ending loop from which I could never find the exit. But I must leave.

- Darling, have a bath. It'll suit you fine. Then we can keep talking business.

- But... I thought...

- I never thought I was going to insist so much on an interview.

The 1984 Freddie was a wrong Freddie in our mission. Basically because he was already infected by AIDS and that knocked down our number 1 goal. I couldn't gauge how much distrustful he became after the incident Trident. It was something very exotic and unexpected what he did to me. His home was a pilmigrage site to his journalist friends, not any journalist. He must see something different in me. And I'm not talking about infatuation or fatuous whim. I'm talking about Freddie's fearsome sensitivity and intuition. He noticed a different vibration. I was sure he felt I wasn't a journalist but I wasn't dangerous. I couldn't imagine someone find out I came from the future but he got dangerously close to give a glimpse. He was a fascinating man, with a big and powerful sensitivity which made more powerful the rest of his strengths and weaknesses.

He couldn't know I could fall in love helplessly with Freddie '84, as Freddie in any period really.

While I dived into the perfect warm water, Phoebe was a genious, I relaxed dangerously. The pleasant warm was a balm to all my limbs, my calmed stomach with an important cholesterol overdose, my eyes still expectant staring at every corner in that beautiful bathroom with soothing colours. I was overwhelmed again with an irrepressible sleepy feeling. I woke up with energic knocking at the door. I closed the door searching a complete privacy, of course.

- Eli, are you ok? Can you hear me?

- Yes, I'm getting out now. May I dry my hair?

- Yes, darling. Freddie have a few things to do. He's leaving you a note by your bag. You won't stay alone. Prenter is staying with you. Ciao.

A note? What did he mean with that? Another Freddie's odditties. Wait a minute. Prenter? Am I staying alone with that misogynist gay? No, fuck my hair. I would go dripping to XXI century. I needed my bag to grab my phone, absolutely needed to my return. I grabbed Freddie's robe hanging there. A red robe with his initials embroidered on its front pocket. What a marvellous souvenir to take me, I thought. I wrapped in it and it was as though he embraced me. It had his smell, that smell which I've been breathing much of the day and night and I was used to it. In fact all over his home smelled like him, every corner. It was so pleasant.

I grabbed my bag and saw the open envelope by the bag. It was torn. Somebody opened it. Avoiding that distasteful detail I got out a litte card from it. I held it with wide awake eyes watching everything and my hands trembling. The beautiful and sort of twisted Freddie's letter was visible right away. „My dearest Eli. Wait for me and interview me. I'm begging you. Yours, Freddie". At the bottom of this flaming message I could see a tiny drawing of a woman lying down a pillow. The long and lank hair over her eyes. Was it me? Did he draw me as I slept? My God, how could he make those things? It's sweet, it's surprising, it's marvellous.

My heart raced and suddenly everything disappeared in a completely different feeling. It was as though all of a sudden a cold wind change the season.

- Hello. You are Eli, aren't you?

The voice had a strong irish accent and was fluty and very camp. Yes, I've just met Mr. Prenter. Or should I say snake Prenter? What a hard thing to do for a Queen fan shaking hands with such a monster. I disgusted the soft touch of his handshake, clearly a sign of someone with a polyhedral personality. I drew apart my hand disgusted, I was aware he disgusted me too. As every woman.

- Yes, that's right.

- I'm Paul Prenter, Freddie's friend.

Freddie's friend? Little bugger. How do you dare?

- Did you open my letter? -I couldn't help asking holding the torn envelope in half.

- Me? No.

I thought so. After all this guy was the devil, the father of the lies. How could he assumed his gratuitous misdeed?

- I'm sure it was Phoebe.

Besides he was blaming on Phoebe. I wanted to strangle him slowly. Killing that poisonous snake and with that killing, I would end up with much of the difficulties he caused Freddie.

- I don't wanna talk badly of Phoebe in my presence. Don't do it.

- Hey, little fairytale princess. Where are you coming from? What are you doing in Fred's home? Are you his last straight attempt?

I saw him from head to toe disdainful. He was a hateful and evil man and used to open his mouth to lie and causing trouble. Why was Freddie so blind with him? what did that scoundrel bring to him?

- It's not of your business.

- Are you the new Barbara Valentin? Don't do it, dear. Don't get your hopes up with the big man. He's totally gay. Al over him. Front and back.

- The new who?

I played dumb. That gossip could bring me useful information about other Freddie's nebulous. Valentin was acussed too of using Freddie to her own purposes. And seemingly whatever she said was considered fantasies of an unrequited woman according some and according others the sure evidence that Freddie was bisexual.

- A german fox very clever who Freddie fuck from time to time. But anyway, she's not more than a few shags and he does it only when he's too much into drugs. Yesterday he drove a little crazy judging the poor vodka stock.

- I'm not the new nobody. Would you please excuse me?

- No, I wouldn't. Let's talk a while. You have orders to waiting here for Freddie. Why don't we chat?

- I don't wanna chatting with you.

- Why? Don't you want to know things about Freddie? Aren't you a journalist?

- Yes...

- Well then we can make a deal you and I. I gotta very interesting things.

Oh, my God. Prenter was starting to betray Freddie. And I was a witness at first hand.

- What do you mean?

- Let's have a tea and I'll tell you about it.

- I don't wanna drink anything with you. What are you talking about?

He making me a tea. I'd rather be dead. He could drugged me or even poison me.

- I'm talking about a business to your magazine. If you give me what I ask for, sure. My information has a price.

- Which information?

- I got pictures. A lot. Some are very explicit, do you get it?

- No, I don't get it. You make me sick.

Prenter then open wide his predatory eyes behind his glasses and seemed finding out that journalist was certainly peculiar.

- I'm offering you an exclusive...

- You should be ashamed, bastard.

- Hey, hey. I didn't insult you. Who do you think you are just wearing that Freddie's robe? His wife?

- Let go of my arm.

- If you tell something to Freddie I'll slit you open, bad bitch.

- I've said let me go.

- If you say just one thing about my proposition, you can't imagine what I would do to you and your family.

- You're a son of a bitch who hate women, don't you? Jealous and manipulating. Lier and hypocritical.

- You don't know anything about me, you slut.

- Do you think so? I've got much more power than you, neurotic.

- What are you talking about? Explain.

- I've said let me go, bastard. You are disgusting.

Then Prenter slapped me in my face. I guess he intended a warning slap with poor aim but his ring hurt my nose and started to bleed. I touched myself and looked at my red fingers frightened. Paul seemed also restless letting all get out of hand quickly. I grabbed my bag and run into the bathroom, locking myself. That man was dangerous. The jealousy was something frightful in people's lifes. It could drive into killing. That man was a clear psychopath.

- Open up, cunt. Open that door.

- Stay away, Prenter. I don't want you near.

- Let me cure you. I can do it well. Freddie can't see you like this.

Freddie won't see me like this, said to myself. It was the perfect moment to get back to 2020. I looked at my bleeding nose just a second. It couldn't happened to me. Taking off Freddie's robe started to cry without control. I was parting from him. I didn't obeyed him for the first time and wait for his return and interview him. My tears run wild down my cheeks as I dressed hastily. I combed my wet hair and opened my bag. The card was there. His marvellous and delicate drawing sketched hurriedly, with energic and personal lines. His letter so personal too. I couldn't take anything from 1984 to my period. It was one of the taboos. I left it on the washbasin and one of my tears fell down the huge F of Freddie, blurring the ink. I closed my mouth to avoid my weepings were heard by that villain, who kept knocking on the door.

I put out my phone from my bag and I made step by step the protocol in our application Turn back the Time. My fingertips trembled as I kept hearing Prenter's knocking at the door stronger and stronger. If he kept this way, he would break down the door. I rubbed my nose, it barely bleed. Not even felt the pain, the only pain I felt and mattered to me was on my chest.

I hope I can type correctly this time and not end up in the middle of the Two Roses war or something like that, I sighed.