Disclaimer: I do not own anything RENT, all belongs to Jonathan Larson
Prologue (In Roger's POV)
Every time I hear her voice, I want to vomit. Every time she pouts her lips and whines that irritating "POOKIE!" to get something she wants, whether it be from Mark or Joanne, my skin curls. Most of the time the group thinks I harbor some resentment because of what she did to my best friend, and true it does make me sick, they don't understand the true depth of how much I despise her. I don't want to cause trouble in the group so I hold it back as much as I can, especially at Angel's funeral.
I think she knows too. She can never look into my eyes and every time she says my name it looks like she's walking on a bed of nails. Not that I'm complaining. I'd rather be around my lovely Mimi or Mark any day instead of that selfish bitch. Speaking of, he still runs around for her like a fucking lap dog. Figures.
These feelings are lingering in my heart, spreading like a cancer. I don't want to be a bitter person, but what she has done to me is unforgivable. I will never forget what she did five years ago, and I don't think I ever will. I will never EVER forgive Maureen Johnson.
What has Maureen done to Roger? Hmm… you'll have to wait and see.
