Oh boy...looks like Gabby is in trouble. What's gonna happen? Read and find out. Enjoy the chapter Queenies. Don't forget to comment AND vote. Warning, actual WARNING to all of you before you read: John is VERY manipulative and possessive. It broke my heart writing this chapter. But it moved the plot along so hopefully the heartache was worth it. But don't worry, you'll get to hear his side of the story too. After all, there's two sides to every story.

Side note, in real life, Deaky is an absolute shy sweetheart and deserves all the cheese on toast in the world 🍞🧀🍞🧀🍞🧀🍞🧀🍞🧀
Love,
Gabby 💚

Gabby's POV
I woke up, feeling a dizziness to my head. I slowly rose up from the mattress, holding my head. But I couldn't, my hands were tied up.

Wait...MATTRESS?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

Where the hell was I? Mercury tried to pull at the ropes but couldn't untie them. Poor little darling.

Suddenly a door opened.

"Ah, heartstring. You're finally awake I see. Sorry for the bumpy ride" The old man said. He sounded so familiar.

I immediately screamed. Who was he?!?!?!?!?!

"Let me go!!!! Let me go you MONSTER!!!"

I continued struggling in the sheets, trying EVERYTHING to untie my bonds.

"Now now love. Only I can untie your rope bonds. But I'm so glad to have you back"

I continue to untie my hands and feet in vain.

"WHO ARE YOU?!?!?! WHY AM I HERE?!?!?!?!" I yelled at this strange old man.

He had a beer belly. He practically had no hair and was wearing a sweater. He had such a gentle look to his face, his eyes gray green. And yet, he was my kidnapper.

He looked at me puzzled.

"Surely you remember? OH! That's right. I've aged, poor me. You can't recognize my face"

Mercury and I looked at him in confusion. Hey, even cats get confused too.

He goes away for a moment and comes back with a bass guitar. After checking to see if it's in good shape, he sits on the bed next to me.

"Now, she's a bit old but she should play just as good as the 70s"

Then he started to play the bass riff to Another One Bites The Dust.

"Meow. Meow. Meow" Mercury meowed, remembering the song.

Oh my god. It CAN'T be.

"Wait wait. That might not be the best riff. Here's a better one"

Dun dun dun dun dun dun dun. Dun dun dun dun dun dun dun.

Only ONE person could play that riff exactly the way he wrote it.

Holy shit. My kidnapper was...

"JOHN?!?!?! John Richard Deacon?!?!?!?!"

He smiled as he put the bass down.

"And I was born on the 19th of August 1959"

"Oh ha ha ha. Very funny Deacon. If you think this is a joke, it's NOT funny!!!!" 

John looked at me puzzled.

"It's not a joke though. I've been searching for you for decades. Now you're finally mine. And this time, I won't ever let you go"

"I'm NOT yours. I'm not your property!!!! And I'm certainly not your heartstring. You have a WIFE!!!"

He chuckled darkly, sending chills down my spine and Mercury hissed at him.

"Oh heartstring. How wrong you are. Your father told me to look after you, but once he died, I didn't want Brian and Roger to have you. You are and always will be mine. I have a wife, but she's not you"

"And that's why Veronica should have left your sorry ass!!! First the bloody stripper, and now you want to use ME?!?!?!?!"

John frowned at my words. Good, I hurt him where it hits most. Just like his bass beats during Queen songs.

"Heartbreaking, isn't it? When you don't remember who you truly are? But that doesn't matter. I know who you are, Gabby. You're Freddie's daughter, and that means you're mine"

Oh great. This again? I wonder if this actually was true. I hoped not, just to spite Deacon.

"How foolish of me heartstring"

"STOP CALLING ME THAT!!!!"

John just tutted at me.

"I have such a sassy baby. But like father like daughter I suppose. I'll untie you, will that make you happy?"

I glared at him with the dirtiest glare I could muster. Oh if only looks could kill... 

Once he untied my hands, he pulled me into his arms. His hugs weren't like Brian, warm and comforting. Instead, I was being suffocated, him loving me when instead he held me hostage. He weighed me down like a concrete hammer.

He petted my hair and stroked it. Each strand in his dirty hands, god knows what he's done with them.

"If I can't have Freddie back, I can have you heartstring. And now, I won't be lonely ever again. Not even death can take away my happiness"

I sobbed in his arms, wanting nothing more than to scream, "Let me out!!!"

He just shushed me, like I was his baby. But I wasn't. And I never will be.

"Little one, don't be upset. I can give you the world. You'll only live in my world, just you and me. I'll make you so happy and loved"

He kissed my forehead and got up.

"Now Gabby, wash up for dinner. I'm making anything you want. What do you want heartstring?"

"I want to break free" I spat out.

He frowned at me. But then gently smiled.

"I'm afraid I can't give you that darling. What can I make you? Tacos? Mac and Cheese? Hamburgers? Italian pasta? Cheese on toast?"

"I prefer my freedom, thanks"

John gave me such a nasty glare.
"I prefer my freedom, thanks" He mocked.

"Ah but you're only grumpy because you're hungry. And people do get testy when they're lonely" He smiled sympathetically.

I nodded in understanding, truly desperate to get John out of my sight. I wanted nothing to do with him.

"Excellent. I'll see you down to dinner then" John smiled and walked with a grin on his face.

When I went to the bathroom sink to wash my face, I broke down crying. I was a prisoner, and god knows, god knows I want to break free.

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I refused to eat. I didn't want to eat anything John cooked. How could he, a beast, expect me to dine with him?

I instead stayed locked in the room where I'm kept away for safekeeping, John said. What was I? An object, or a human being?

John knocked on the door and then entered.

"Heartstring, you can't stay up here forever. And it's not good for you to starve yourself. My little one needs her strength"

I refused to even look at him. Liar!!! He was such a LIAR!!!!

He smiled as he sat on the bed next to me and stroked my cheek. He then kissed my forehead.

"Now, wash up for dinner. I'm making your favorite, grilled cheese and tomato soup" John said in a sing song voice.

God, when would he learn I wouldn't succumb to him?!?!?!?!?!?!

"I'm not hungry. You could poison me for all I care" I snapped.

John looked at me like I grew two heads. I left him speechless. Good, now he knows how having no voice as a prisoner feels.

"And why would I poison the only thing I have left of Freddie? Now, I'll never be alone again. I'll have you to myself, and this time, not even death can take away my happiness like it took Freddie. Not even Brian can save you"

Is this why he kidnapped me? To get rid of his loneliness? Why couldn't he kidnap someone else? He has to have the wrong girl.

"Please...let me go. I'm not who you think I am"
"Yes you are. You're MINE Gabby" John said fiercely, yet in a gentle tone.

How could the shy one of Queen be the most cruel?

"Father, the dresses you ordered are here" As two new voices appeared in the door. No way...Luke and Cameron Deacon!!!

"Excellent. And thank you for helping me bring back what rightfully belongs to me boys" John said to his sons.

So they were the ones who kidnapped me. John was too old to do the dirty work alone. How could they?!?!?!

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It was day three of my kidnapping. Luckily, Veronica, John's wife, felt sympathy for me. She too, was trapped. In fact, when I refused to eat dinner, after John left in discouragement, she would cook me the same food John made. I trusted her to not poison me, let alone forcing me to eat.

Unfortunately, I had no new clothes to wear. It was a pain having to try to not dirty myself and my clothes.

John was up to his knees knowing I was refusing any of the "love" he tried to give me.

"Gabby, you need to wash yourself and wear new clothes"

"BUT—"

"NO BUTS!!!! I bought you a beautiful wardrobe, and I'll even let my wife wash your old clothes. You can even use my bathtub if you want but PLEASE!!!! Please just give me a chance" John begged.

"Gabby darling, just do it. If you keep refusing John, he WILL snap at you. And I should know, I was in the band with him" Freddie's ghost popped out of nowhere.

Well if it means gaining his trust... Alright I'll do it.

After I showered, I put on the dress. It was beautiful.

How did he know green was my favorite color?  I've never met the man, and yet he claimed I was his.

Once I went downstairs, I went to the dining hall. He prepared a banquet, a bloody banquet. I sat at the other end of the table.

"Gabby, heartstring. You look absolutely beautiful"

As we ate our food, or I pretended to, I kept glaring at him.

"Gabby, you're not eating. You'll be a skinny twig if you don't"

"Says the man whose favorite food is cheese on toast. No wonder you're—sorry, WERE fucking skinny" I sarcastically remarked.

"And now with a beer belly too? You're an absolute wreck and this isn't what FREDDIE would have wanted" I added.

"Don't you DARE say his name" John growled.

"Why can't I? He's my father, Mr. Deacon. Or so you claim!!!"

"Well then what WOULD he want?!?!?!?!"

"Gabby darling, don't do it" Freddie's ghost said to me. But no way would I let this bass guitarist belittle me and tie me down. I knew exactly what to say.

"For you to get off your sorry ass and come back home!!! Brian and Roger MISS you!!! They want their BROTHER back!!!!"

"Queen's dead without Freddie" John mumbled.

"You're wrong. Adam keeps Freddie alive. We ALL do by remembering him. But you John, you're worst than Mary Austin. Because even if she shuts the world out, at least she remembers Freddie and keeps him alive in her heart"

John gripped the table hard, choking back a sob.

"But that doesn't surprise me. After you kidnapping me, you don't have a heart at all. You're letting Freddie die all over again. It's YOUR fault how you ended up alone"

I sobbed and than ran out of the room and upstairs, Freddie's ghost following me.

I entered the bedroom John kept me in and just sobbed into my pillow, Freddie gently rubbing my back.

Freddie's POV
I rubbed my daughter's back as she cried. Poor darling. She doesn't remember everything completely yet and John just HAD to fuck it up by kidnapping her.

And now hearing her sobs, I just couldn't take it.

She got up from the bed, still crying and clinging to the pillow like it was her only friend. 

"Freddie, why does he hate you so much? Why am I here? What does he want from me?" Gabby cried out.

"It's simple darling. He longs for companionship. He may have a wife but he wants companionship that isn't her, he wants me"

"But you're dead. Well except for the fact you're a ghost" She mumbled as she wiped the tears from her eyes.

Then she gasped.

"Wait, can't John see you? Like I can? You said Roger and Brian could hear you. Surely John..." Gabby trailed off.

"You're the only one darling, because I chose you. And you're the most firm believer out of everyone"

I sighed, knowing I had to explain why John couldn't see me. Or even hear me like Roger and Brian.

"You see darling, Roger and Brian knew if they forgot about me, I would die all over again. It broke my heart to see Brian in a depression. Who do you think told him to not jump off the bridge?"

Gabby looked at me shocked.

"So if you told Brian to not kill himself, does this mean...???" Gabby asked.

"Yes. It means I am apart of their life. Their memories are the reason they're able to hear me. But John, he decides to ignore every memory we had together. When he even thinks about me, he does nothing but cry"

"Have you tried to help him Freddie?"

"Yes, but I can't control what John does or thinks. Whenever I try to talk to him, he thinks he's going insane"

"Don't you mean going slightly mad?" Gabby murmurs. Ah my daughter is still just as snarky as I remembered. 

"Very funny Gabby. But darling, John's depression is the worst of all. By shutting me out, shutting ANY memories of me out of his mind, I can't help him cope, or get better. To him, I'm dead, and without knowing, I am there"

At this point I started to cry. God I hated being dead.

"Sadly darling...I really AM the invisible man. He can't see or hear me. And talking to him, trying to help him be happy again...it's like talking to Mary's father. Because I have no voice" 

I hugged my daughter, Mercury purring on her lap.

"We'll get out of here somehow. I promise Gabby" I told my daughter. 

I want her to break free from John's lies, her being prisoner to someone so self satisfied. She doesn't need him. God knows, I will help my daughter to break free.