Author's Note: Here it is, the sequel to 'Mommie Dearest.' Enjoy.
Somehow, the fact that it was unnaturally warm did nothing to keep Roger from shivering. He felt apprehensive, and quite frankly, he was terrified. A thick fog, extremely unnatural in the heat, began to lift, and Roger began to realize that he stood in the middle of a graveyard. He glanced around, his gaze coming to rest on the headstone directly in front of him and gasped.
'April Ericcson,' it read. That was normal. But underneath, where her dates should have been, it read, 'You put me here.'
Roger let out a choked yell, spinning around as someone grabbed his arm. April stood before him, wrists bleeding, a wicked smile on her face. "You cost me my life. You're the reason I'm like this!"
Roger shook his head. "No! I didn't…I wouldn't have…I didn't mean for this to happen!"
"Doesn't matter. I'm dead, thanks to you."
"No!" Roger screamed. "I didn't cause this!"
April smiled evilly. "Roger…Roger…Roger…"
"Roger!" Roger jerked up, a cry of anguish tearing through his throat. Mimi pulled him to her. "Roger, baby, what is it?" Roger trembled for a moment, silent, and Mimi held him. "Roger?"
Roger relaxed after a moment and looked into Mimi's eyes. "It's nothing, Meems. Just a bad dream. It's gone now."
Just then, Mark poked his head in. "Everything okay? I heard yelling."
Roger nodded, shooting him a 'we'll talk later' look. "Everything's fine, Mark. Go back to sleep." Mark nodded, leaving.
Roger pulled Mimi close. "Come on, Meems, let's just go back to sleep."
Author's note: I hope you guys realize that due to the difficulty I had in just writing this chapter, this story almost didn't exist. With that said, I'd like to thank my friend Jodi for helping me get through the emotional turmoil involved with it.