She never saw what she had, until it was gone. She always screwed up a good thing. Why? Because she was afraid of commitment.
Mimi Marquez, sat down in front of the reporter, in a red vynil seat. It squeked as she moved around.
"Ahem!" grunted the impatient man. Mimi quickly quited down.
'I brought this on myself' she thought,quitly whipping a tear away. She knew why she was here, and she knew that it would only bring good to everyone she knew. 'But why do I feel so lowsy?'.
"Mimi, thank you so much for coming into the office today. It will really help us with the interview if we don't have to track you down" the bald man said flatly. He was quite plump and sitting behind the desk, he could barely reach his arms to the table.
"You don't seem to happy bout it" Mimi snapped. She crossed her legs and looked away. She didn't want to see the newly formed smirk on his fat face.
"C'mon baby, it isn't that bad talking to me is it?" he said giving a hearty chuckle. His eyes were distant, as if remembering something from not so long ago.
" Course not Franky. I mean talking to a slug isn't that bad," she told him. Her remark took him by surprise. His smile was whipped off his face. For only a second
" Whats the matter Mi? Don't you love me anymore?" he belly laughed. She gave him a wild eyed glare, but all that did was keep him going.
"All I wanted was to talk to you baby. Is that really a bad thing?" he said grabbing her wrist. "After all, we were engaged not too long ago," he clung tighter to her arm, pulling him towards him.
"Get away from me you jerk!" Mimi yelled, trying to snatch her wrist back.
"Aw baby, that stings me, but I'll forgive you, just like last time," he said pulling her frail body into him, so he could wrap his arms around her.
"There was no last time Frank! Let go!" she yelled, struggling to free herself from his grasp.
"When you left me at the alter? You never gave me an excuse for that baby. SO tell me know," he said smiling wryly at her scared little face.
" I didn't love you. I never did. It was a fling got it? Lust! Now let me go!" She yelled into his face.
"Not this time Mimi," he yelled at her, throwing her on the hard wood floor. She screamed in pain, and shock, not sure which was worse. Then as he headed for her again she kicked him in the balls with her combat boots, and flung herself out of his office, down the beige colored hall, into the lobby, out the door and onto the cold street, where Mark and his bike sat.
"Mimi? Mimi whats the matter?" Mark asked, walking towards her. She fell onto the concrete, and started crying. Mark ran up to her scooping her in his arms.
"Mimi, what happened?" he asked looking into her eyes. She just kept crying. "C'mon Mimi, the clinic isn't that bad!" he said trying to comfort the poor girl.
"Hey, whats going on?" Roger said joggin up beside them. His blonde hair was waving in the cold breeze, and as he kneeled down next to Mimi, it brushed her face. "What did the doctor say?" he said. Then he saw where her elbow had been cut by the fall. "What did he do to you? Mimi are you alright? Mimi?" he yelled.
" He didn't do anything. Nothing at all. But Roger… I'm pregnant," she said choking back the tears. She let out a little smile.
"Oh Mimi," roger said pulling her into his arms, where she gladly lay.
'He cant take this now, not all at the same time. I'll just tell him a different day,' Mimi thought, her smile fading into Rogers jacket. She thought no one had seen her face fall, but mark saw it all.