ROGER'S-PROLOGUE
It was a colder night for December; the wind was howling and creeping in through the holes in our faulty windows. Once again the heat in the god damn run down loft we lived in was out, so our best guess at keeping warm was body heat. I held Mimi close, worried she would catch a chill. Ever since that night almost 2 years ago, the one that is imprinted in my mind for years to come, I'm afraid to let Mimi to far out of my sight. I can't lose her-I never could.
Mark had a long day of shooting for his so called "new documentary" and was fast asleep in his room. The lives of the rich and snobby, or at least, that's what he called it, saying it had something to do with the rude attitude of they wealthy around the city. He spoke on and on about how having all that money should influence them to use it for good, yet they spent it on going to the opera and fancy restaurants. Mimi and I just think he's using this as an excuse to get a taste of the higher class life, but he insists that it truly is his new project.
We were curled up on the tattered old couch, watching some film reels from Joanne and Maureen's commitment ceremony when I felt Mimi's frail body shake in my arms. "Mimi, you're shaking." My voice was soft and worrisome as I held her tighter. Naturally my first thought would have been withdrawal, but I knew that wasn't the case. She had gone cold turkey right after being released from the hospital close to New Years, swearing to god she would never use again. A good 6 months, livid fights and hysterics later, my Mimi was clean and healthy once again-so this time, that wasn't it.
"I know Roger, It's cold in here, fucking yuppie Benny" she managed to tremble out as she pulled her body closer to mine. Yes sure Benny had paid for the hospital bills and the little bout of rehab I had to put her through, but all things have a price, and his charity was no different. After the stint Benny had pulled with her later on-His charity would never be considered again, and as for our rent free living-lets just say he took that promise back, along with the occasional loss of electricity and heat.
"Shh, sweetie let me get you a sweatshirt, and a blanket" I crooned to my love picking her up out of my lap and placing her in the corner of the couch as I walked back to my room. I grabbed my big baggy sweatshirt-the one she loved so much, and the huge comforter I had managed to buy for our bed. While I was in the back there was a knock on the door.
"I'll get it" I heard Mimi yell to me and I continued gathering things together for us.
MIMI'S-PROLOGUE
I got up shakily, still freezing from the lack of heat and carried myself to the big metal door. The fervent knocking continued and I sighed at the impatience of whoever was at the door. "I'm coming, I'm coming hold on" My words were a little bit frustrated, having finally had a night where neither I nor Roger were working and we could spend it together.
My hands reached for the metal chains and unlocked the door, half expecting to see Ms. Maureen at the door to whine about some fight she had had with her Pookie. Committed or not-they're relationship was still the same. However, I did a double take as I pulled open the heavy metal door.
Standing before me was a women, no older than me-with a striking resemblance. Her short brown wavy hair a bit messy and her clothes were worn out and tattered. Attached to small hand was a girl, no more than 4 years old, huddling close to her leg. Her eyes a shade of green she had only seen once before, and her long light brown hair, straight as an arrow. My jaw was gaping open and I composed myself before apologizing to the stranger in my doorway. "Excuse me for Staring, Can I help you ma'am" I asked gently unaware of what else to say.
This brown haired woman however, seemed to not have any interest in me at all but looked past me and into the apartment. "Is there a Roger Davis here?" she asked a little disgruntled. Seemingly she knew that Roger was here, but who could she be.
"Um, yes he lives here, would you like me to get him for you?" I asked gently still standing in front of the door, not to sure if I should allow her in. She looked stoned out of her mind, and frankly, that was something I didn't need to deal with anymore-drugs that is.
"Of course I do, why else would I ask for him?" she grunted at me, walking forward and obviously trying to get into the loft. I held my ground and looked behind me relieved to see my Fiancé walking up with a blanket and sweatshirt. As he saw the women in the door, the load he was carrying slipped out of his hands. His face turned pale, like he had seen a ghost of some sort and his jaw dropped at an attempt to speak. "Hello Roger" the women said, friendlier with him than she had been with me.
Roger took a step closer, standing next to me at this point as he looked at her, almost unsure if this was real. He took a deep breath, swallowing an obvious lump in his throat as he rubbed his eyes. "April?"
TO BE CONTINUED….