Remember Me?
Chapter 1:
Roger sat on the couch in the loft, strumming his guitar. He was desperate to finish this song for his gig in a week. Mimi sauntered out of their bedroom and wrapped her arms around Roger from behind. She began to nibble on his ear affectionately.
"You know, I'm about to take a shower, do you want to join me?" she asked seductively. Roger shook Mimi off.
"I'm trying to work, Meems," he said with an edge to his voice. Mimi slid her hand down Roger's chest and into his pants. Roger stood up abruptly. Mimi stared at him with her huge, clearly hurt, brown eyes.
"What's wrong with you?" she demanded.
"You're what's wrong with me! I'm trying to work, and all you can think about is having sex!"
"Whenever you want sex, I give it to you; even after working a double shift! Now, all I want is for you to put down you damn guitar for two seconds and look in my direction!"
"I'm looking at you now, woman! What more do you want!?"
"I just want you to acknowledge me. Or is your guitar more precious than your girlfriend!?"
"I do acknowledge you, every single fucking time you want something. Now, could you please let me do the one thing I want; let me finish me song!" Roger grabbed his guitar to leave.
"Fine! Leave! That's what you do best!" Mimi screamed at Roger's back as Roger stalked out of the loft with his precious guitar in hand.
Mimi got herself together and retreated to the bathroom to shower. Sometimes she couldn't stand Roger! If he wasn't in the mood, then all he had to do was say so. Mimi allowed the cold water (the only temperature they got) to beat down on her back and shoulders. About twenty minutes later, she climbed out of the shower without bothering to squeeze the water out of her thick hair. The water slid out of her hair and off her body and pooled on the floor. Mimi went and grabbed a clean towel from under the sink. As she walked over the puddle of water she had formed, Mimi slipped and fell. Her head hit the floor with a dull and sickening thud. Right away, Mimi blacked out.
Roger slid open the loft door. All the Bohemians were sitting around. They all looked up at Roger.
"Where's Mimi?" he asked.
"I thought she was with you," Mark replied. Shaking his head, Roger laid his fender across the table.
"We got into a fight, and she went to go shower…" Roger trailed off. He rushed over to the bathroom and yanked open the door, images of April's suicide flashing through his mind. Mimi was on her side, completely naked. "Holy fuck."
"What is it? What's wrong?" Maureen asked.
"Someone get me the blanket off my bed and clear off the couch!" Roger commanded.
"Why, what…oh my God," Angel breathed. "Is she breathing?"
"Yeah. Someone get me a bag of ice." Maureen handed Roger a blanket.
"What happened?" she asked.
"I don't know, Maureen," Roger snapped as he covered Mimi with the blanket and picked her up. "Get out of my way." Nobody needed telling twice.
Roger laid Mimi down on the couch. Mark put a baggie of ice on the lump forming on Mimi's forehead.
"Maybe we should call 911," Collins suggested.
"No!" Roger exclaimed. "She's fine; we don't need to take her to the hospital." Mimi moaned. Roger's head snapped towards her. "Mimi, baby, can you hear me?" Mimi's eyes flew open. She scrambled into a sitting position and drew her knees to her chest.
"Stay away from me!" she cried. "Don't touch me!"
"Mimi, it's just us," Roger soothed. Mimi shrank away from him. "What's wrong?" Mimi looked from person to person. Fear was written across her face.
"Who are you people?" she finally asked.