Chapter Two

Mimi shook as she knocked on the door of Maureen and Joanne's apartment. She didn't know where else to go she wanted to be near women not men, even if those men were Roger Mark Collins or Angel.

She had been left by the man who raped her on the warm concrete in the dark alley. She had been naked and bleeding, and after she calmed down enough to put her torn and bloody clothes on she walked the three blocks to where Maureen and Joanne lived.

Mimi stood on the stoup waiting for someone to answer the door. About five minutes later a very pissed off Maureen opened the door.

"Who the hell do you-" Maureen began, but stopped when she saw Mimi. The young Latina's normally beautiful face had numerous cuts and bruises, and there was a large gash across her neck. Her hair was a mess, her clothes were ripped, and she looked scared out of her mind.

"Mimi what- what happened?" Were the only words Maureen could push past the lump she felt forming in her throat. She had never seen the 19 year old like this and she felt she might crumble at the sight of her.

"Can I um, crash here tonight?" Mimi said as a few salty tears slid down her cheeks.

Maureen led her into the apartment and Mimi sat down on the small, soft, green couch.

"Jo! Joanne!" Maureen yelled loudly. Joanne walked out of the bedroom in blue pajama pants, a white tank top, and fuzzy pink slippers.

"What?" Joanne said angrily her eyes still closed. When she opened them she gasped. "Mimi! Sweetie what happened?" She said in the calmest voice she could manage. Joanne sat down on the armrest of the couch next to Maureen. Mimi took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and finally let out the words,

"He raped me." Mimi's tears slowly turned into sobs as she sat there. She was so scared. Hell, she wasn't scared she was terrified. "I was just walking home," Mimi continued, speaking through sobs. "And he stepped in front of me. He, he wouldn't let me go. He wouldn't let me go."

"Who?" Maureen asked quietly. Mimi just shook her head. She tried to wipe at her tears, but stopped when she ended up touching a cut on her face.

Joanne hugged Mimi. She was trying to be careful not to touch any of Mimi's injuries or cause her anymore pain then she was already in. Maureen went into the bathroom and returned with a wet washcloth and tried to wipe some of the blood and dirt off of Mimi's face, but the dancer pulled away. Deciding that it would be best to not fight with Mimi Maureen reluctantly took her hand away and carelessly threw the washcloth on the coffee table.

"Please," Mimi began. "Please, don't tell Roger."

"Mimi," Joanne started, but the Latina cut her off.

"No! Please, he doesn't need to know."

"Mimi," Maureen said. "He has to know. Look at you it's not like you can just hide this. Sweetie he cares about you. He deserves to know."

"No, I, I don't want him to worry about me. I don't want him to cling to me asking me if I'm all right, if I need anything. I can't deal with that right now.

"Well, then if you won't let us tell him will you at least let us take to the hospital?" Joanne asked.

A/N: I'm sorry I know it's really short but I felt bad because I haven't updated in a really long time. Please review!