Shattered

Chapter 1:

"Get out!" Mimi screamed as she threw Roger's things at him with surprisingly good aim. "Get the hell out of my apartment! I never want to see you again, Roger Davis!" Roger scrambled to grab as much of the flying objects as he could.

"With pleasure," he spat. Mimi stood in the corner as Roger continued to pack. Roger swung his duffel bag over his shoulder, grabbed his guitar in its case and walked out the door without looking back.

The second the door closed, Mimi crumpled to the floor. Uncontrollable sobs shook her thin body. He actually left. She half expected him to beg for a chance to work things out. Then again, it was Roger. When things got too much for him, he split. Hopefully he'll come back again…hopefully.

Roger balanced his belongings in his right hand and slid open the loft door. He went inside and flopped right down on the couch. Mark came out of the bathroom with a confused look on his face.

"I need a place to stay," Roger told him simply. "Mimi, we're…" He couldn't bring himself to say it, that would make everything too final. "We got in this huge fight. I just need a place to crash for a while."

"mi sofa es su sofa." Roger cracked the faintest hint of a smile. He hoped that things would cool off with Mimi in a few days.

Mimi managed to stumble over to the bed. She buried her face in Roger's pillow, bringing on fresh waves of tears. She was alone now; Roger wasn't a part of her life anymore. Mimi eventually cried herself into a deep sleep.

The following day, Mimi crawled out of bed some time after noon. She grabbed the phone and dialed the only number that came to mind.

"Hello?"

"Angel?" Mimi moaned.

"Mimi, what's wrong, chica?" Tears streamed down Mimi's cheeks. "I'll be right over, okay?"
"Okay," Mimi replied meekly. She hung up the phone and crawled back in bed.

Angel cautiously opened the door to Mimi's apartment. After Mimi's phone call, she had no clue what to expect. As soon as she saw Mimi curled up on the bed crying, she rushed over to her best friend and began to rub her back soothingly.

"It's okay, chica. It's okay, you'll be okay," Angel cooed. She still had no clue what was wrong with Mimi.

"No its not! Roger…Roger left me!" Angel couldn't help but gasp. Roger and Mimi had been doing so well; better than well actually. Their fights had been nothing more than small lover's quarrels. This breakup was guaranteed to surprise the rest of the Bohemians.

"He'll come back," Angel assured half-heartedly. Mimi sat up and buried her face in Angel's chest. Angel was at a loss at what to do. She simply stroked Mimi's back and hair until she calmed down.

Once Mimi got herself together, she sat up and wiped her eyes. Her hair was all over the place. Yesterday's makeup was streaked down her cheeks. Her eyes were red and puffy. Mimi wiped at her eyes again.

"I must look like hell," she muttered bitterly. Angel squeezed her hand.

"Let's get you cleaned up then," she said as she gently pulled Mimi to her feet. Mimi allowed Angel to get her undressed and stick her in the shower.

The room temperature water showered down over Mimi, washing away her problems. Angel sat patiently on the toilet as Mimi showered.

"I need a towel," Mimi said as she turned off the water.

"Here you go sweetie." Angel handed Mimi a fresh towel. Mimi emerged from the shower with the towel wrapped securely around her. She looked a little better, but only just a little.

"Thanks, Ang." Angel rubbed Mimi's arm.

"You're my best friend, I'm here for you." Mimi struggled to hold back new tears. Angel wrapped her arms around her best friend as she cried.

"Why did he have to leave me!? I love him, and he left!" Mimi wailed. Angel wound her hair around her fingers as the younger girl cried uncontrollably. If only Roger was here right now to see how crushed Mimi was about this whole ordeal.