Queen • Prequel (COMPLETED)

32• The girl who left

July
•1912•

"I said leave" I shouted again
"She has no one left, she needs me" Kinney said, swaying from side to side
He looked awful. Homeless rather
"I said fuck off, you don't want her, you want money" I said.

"I want my daughter" he said again
"You've never wanted your daughter" I said
"Maybe I do, maybe I go to the parish, maybe I tell them I want my Nala back, and the woman looking after her, who has no relation! Is denying me!" He shouted

"What do you want? Really?" I asked
"My kid. Or the equivalent" he said
I scoffed
"You want money?"
"I want what I'm owed" he said

August
•1912•
John's POV

"You've put it off for too long, she's about to burst, you can back out" Arthur said, I nodded
"I know" But that didn't mean I wasn't scared
I didn't want a wife right now
I was too young for this

"Turn around, she's coming" he whispered
I took a breath, turning around, ready to face my new life
A wife. And two children.

Tommy's POV

"Thank you" Greta smiled
"For what?" I asked
"Bringing me here today" she clarified.
I don't think everyone else was so thankful
Greta was... nice.

She was a kind girl. She didn't mix with trouble
She didn't argue with anyone
She was the nice girl every parent wished their son would bring home.
But she was also... a distraction
Away from the thoughts I didn't want to deal with.

And whilst that made me feel guilty
Guilty about Mar
And guilty about Greta
I couldn't stop. I didn't want to. Because being with Greta distracted me from every thing else

Or at least that's what I liked to tell myself
"We're heading down to the hall in a minute" Arthur said on his way past
I nodded
"You must be Arthur, Tommy's brother" Greta smiled

He looked at her, then walked away
"Did I do something wrong?" She asked, I shook my head
"No, course not"
"Then why won't anyone speak to me?" She asked.

"Because they... they're closed off people" I said
"Ah, I see where you get it from then" she teased
"Are you fucking stupid?" Freddie asked, abruptly interrupting us
"What?" Greta asked surprised, I just stared at him.

"You shouldn't have fucking brought her here" he said
"I can do what I want Freddie, it's a wedding" I said
He scoffed, looking me up and down
"It's John's wedding. He's already cut up Mari couldn't be here, he don't need you flaunting her about" he said, walking off.

"Mari? Who's Mari?" She asked
I thought for a moment. Do I tell her?
"No one" I dismissed instead.

"Is she... the girl who left?" She asked
"She's no one. Drop it" I said.

December
•1912•
Mariana's POV

I was nervous
Really nervous
Now Leonard had stopped hitting me so often... now the bruises weren't so prominent, I had agreed to see David

I don't think I was ready for everyone else yet
I'd cut them off for so long
But David... he'd hopefully understand

I sat for a while. Waiting.