Little Squeak

                                    

                                          
-Freddie's POV-
The day after we came back made me feel like shit. I had exposed Roger's pregnancy. John had been pissed at me since we came back. I tried multiple times to apologise to him but he wouldn't talk to me. Roger could forgive me, why couldn't John?
                          
I turned up at John's house again and knocked nicely on the door. He answered eventually in tears. I gave him a massive hug, "Baby, what happened!?"
He couldn't say anything as he was sobbing so hard. Only one thing could ever make him this upset: CHARLIE. 
                          
-John's POV-
He had come back. He had done anything to get in. He broke in through the window. I was upstairs, annoyed at Freddie for what he had done when I heard the glass break. I hid under my bed out of fear. I didn't want to explore but staying still was worse. 
                          
The footsteps crept loudly up the stairs. Each step got closer and closer. My fear was growing quicker and quicker. I recognised the boots that were in my doorway. They belonged to Charlie. He didn't know I was under the bed until I did a little squeak when his feet were next to me. 
                          
I prayed that he didn't look under. But he did. He dragged me out and dug his nails into my skin. He smiled, "I know you missed me, Deaky." I felt defenceless. I couldn't do anything about it at the time. 
                          
He left after a few minutes of trying to manipulate me back. That's when Fred showed up. I told him everything that had happened. His face filled with anger, "That's it! We're going to the police station!"
"Why!?" I shouted with sadness. I didn't want to have Charlie put away. "We're getting a restraining order and putting him in jail." He yelled. It felt right to get it done. I nodded, wiped my eyes and grabbed his hand for him to take me down. 
                          
I will finally be free. All of us.