Body Language. Queen

Restraining Order.

Freddie's P.O.V.

I stared up at the plain grey ceiling of this cell I had been locked in since yesterday morning, lying on the bed which was nothing more than a bit of steel with a blanket, sighing, drumming my fingers on my chest.

To be honest, I'd always been a bit interested in knowing what being in prison would be like, not that I ever thought I'd end up here...well it wasn't really prison, just an overnight cell but I never for one moment thought about just how fucking boring it would be.

Grey walls, grey ceiling, grey bed, grey sink, grey toilet, grey blanket, grey floor...grey grey grey grey grey.

I was also rather outraged that nobody had come to visit me or try to bale me out, what a right bunch of cock ends.
Leaving me here all on my own, if I didn't know my outcome already I would probably be trying to tunnel my way out, but I'd already been told my fate, I've nothing to worry about.

Charlie, on the other hand, was in the right shits. The police officer dealing with me shouldn't really have told me what was going on with him but I turned on my charm and managed to make him tell me some juicy gossip.

Charlie, was even worse than we already knew he was.

I was simply in this cell to be separate from him, I wasn't in any trouble, I was being kept here for my vital information.

But I was still mad that none of the boys had come to see me. If Roger and Deaky hadn't come back yet then that was understandable, but Brian, that bastard had no fucking excuse, especially since he was the one that grassed me up to the police in the first place. Arsehole. I needed a serious talk with him. He was so confused.

Hopefully, after he finds out all I know now about Charlie, he won't be confused anymore.

But it still hurt, to know that Brian had feelings for me...yet couldn't truly forget Charlie. I knew he still had feelings for him, even a blind man could see that, he was protecting Charlie from me by telling the police we were fighting. Even if he should have been joining in with me, he stole everything, surely I had the right to rant and rage at him. But Brian wanted to protect poor little Charlie from monstrous and evil Freddie.

Sod's law the police actually turned up right when I threw him on the floor, we never started fighting at all, that was as serious as it got. But I was so angry I could have laid into him.

Suddenly, the police officer that had been dealing with me unlocked my cell door and stepped in, "You've got somebody here to see you." He smiled.

He lead me to an interview room where I sat at the table I'd been sitting at for the best part of the whole day yesterday, being questioned.

"Freddie?! Freddie, are you alright?!" A voice entered the room with jostling footsteps.

I turned around to see the worried faces of Roger and John, they both hurried over and sat at the table with me.

I chuckled, "Oh, and about fucking time somebody came to see me." I joked.

"What's happened? What's been said?" Roger blurted in a panic.

"Calm down, dear. Everything is under control. It's nice to see you too." I shushed him, giggling lightly.

"Brian's told us everything, we're so fucking angry with him!" Deaky swallowed hard.

I furrowed my eyebrows, "Why...?"

"Why?! He lied to the police saying you were fighting with Charlie and now you're here! This is his fault!" Roger squealed.