Chapter 2. Thanks to MoowitMi324 for my first comment. Haha. Pretty cool. Read her story guys. It is really good.
So, this chapter was really hard for me to write, because it was a lot of anger. And I hate when Roger and Mimi fight, because I love them so much. I am glad I wrote it though.
Weirdest thing. When I posted my story, the first chapter was called Together Forver? I was watching Degrassi at the time, which I love. A new episode came on and it was called Together Forever. I was like whoa...freaky! Haha. It is the little things that amaze or excite me.
On another note, I speak Spanish as a second language, so I have a few phrases in this chapter. For this and further chapters, I will put the translations at the bottom of the page for people who don't speak the language. So, enjoy and review!
Complete Silence
(Mimi's POV)
February 2, 1991. 3:15 p.m. eastern standard time
I cannot believe we just did that. I mean Mark? Come on! He was like my brother. I sat on the couch, with his head in my lap. I didn't know what to do or say. I felt so good, but I was too shocked to do anything about it. The thought of Roger was totally out of my mind. I was about to get up and go get a cigarette. Nothing is better than a nice smoke after sex. Before I could open my mouth though, the door slid open.
I turned my head real fast to see who it was, but Mark seemed a little slower on the uptake. He still had his head in my lap, even when he saw who it was.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?" Roger yelled when he saw me. Then his eyes widened when he saw who was in my lap.
I quickly moved Mark off of me and tried covering myself with my hands. It isn't like Roger hasn't seen it all, but he felt like a stranger to me at that moment.
"Roger," I said. "I…..I….it isn't what it looks like."
He came storming forward and looked as if he was about to hit me. I jumped over the back of the couch and ran behind Mark. I knew that Roger could easily break Mark into two pieces, but he was my only form of cover.
"WHAT THE HELL?" he screamed.
Roger dove at Mark, but Mark moved. Roger fell at the floor by my feet. I wanted to help him up, but I was too afraid to touch him. I bent down and put my hand on his arm.
He took the back of his hand and smacked me right across the face. The force was so hard, it sent me backwards. I grabbed my cheek and sat there in amazement. Roger, the love of my life just smacked me. Why did this all have to happen? And it was my entire fault.
Roger stood up and went back after Mark. Mark was cornered and threw a punch at Roger, hitting him square in the eye. I screamed. I knew that would only get Roger madder then he already was.
Roger pushed Mark into the wall and looked as if he was going to choke him. He hit him repeatedly in the stomach. I saw Mark's suffering eyes and I started crying. He let Mark fall to the floor and he kicked him on the side.
"STOP!" I screamed. "HE IS YOUR BEST FRIEND!"
"SOME BEST FRIEND!" Roger spat. He turned back to Mark and got in his face. "THOUGHT YOU WOULD GET AWAY WITH SCREWING MY GIRLFRIEND?"
"IT WAS MY FAULT!" I yelled. Roger turned towards me and he had fire in his eyes.
"What?" he asked coldly.
"It was me," I whispered. "My fault."
Roger started slowly walking towards me. I ran into the bathroom and as I turned to close the door I saw him coming at me full speed. I slammed the door and pushed all my body weight against it.
The door starting vibrating and pushing against me as Roger continually hit the door with his body.
"OPEN THIS GOD DAMNED DOOR!" he screamed.
I locked it and sat on the ground. I screamed and cried, trying to numb out Roger's yelling.
"YOU FUCKING SLUT! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THAT?" he yelled. "I AM GOING TO BREAK DOWN THIS FUCKING DOOR AND KILL YOU. OPEN IT UP NOW!"
He wouldn't really kill me. Would he? I was more concerned about Mark's life, which was unprotected and vulnerable to Roger's crazy rampage.
"ROGER, STOP!" I heard Mark say.
Shit! Why is he talking? I wanted to tell him to run, but I was afraid. The banging on the door stopped, but I heard the yells of the two boys and a few crashes of furniture.
I prayed that Collins or Angel or Maureen or Joanne would come and make this all stop. Then, there was an awkward silence. There was no more yells from Mark or threats from Roger.
I put my ear to the door.
Silence.
I put my hand on the doorknob and as soon as I did, I heard an icy voice right on the other side of the door.
"If you don't open this door, I will!"
I gasped and moved away from the door. This was like a nightmare.
Then, the bangs on the doors started getting fiercer and harder and faster. The lock couldn't hold the pressure. I saw it slowly bending and threatening to break. I crawled to the corner and hugged myself. I didn't know what to do. I wished Mark was in here with me, so we were both protected from my crazy boyfriend. Boyfriend? Sounds like a useless word in this situation. Boyfriends don't do this.
"MIMI I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!" Roger screamed.
"STOP!" I cried. "Just go away."
The bangs stopped.
"Go away?" he asked. "GO AWAY? FUCK YOU BITCH!"
I looked around the bathroom frantically and saw my razor sitting on the counter.
"Roger!" I yelled. "ROGER! ROGER IF YOU DON'T STOP, I WILL FUCKING KILL MYSELF."
"What?" he asked, his voice a little softer.
"I WILL KILL MYSELF JUST LIKE APRIL DID. I WILL SLIT MY WRISTS AND BLED TO DEATH IN THE BATHTUB. THEN MY BODY WILL WAIT FOR YOU TO COME AND FIND ME."
There was silence.
"Now," I said calmer. "Please step away from the door and just go away. You are scaring me and I need you to leave. Leave Mark alone. Leave me alone. Just go."
"I am not leaving," he said angrily.
"Then I guess I will just sit here for the rest of my life," I said. I paused and then added, "Where is Mark?"
"FUCK YOU MIMI!" he yelled.
I put my ear to the door and sure enough, I heard Roger's angry, heavy breathing on the other side. I began to silently cry again and I sat down on the edge of the bathtub.
I stayed there all night and cried. And outside there was no sound, which scared me even more.
It was silent.
Completely silent.
o o o o o
(Roger's POV)
February 5, 1991. 10:30 a.m. eastern standard time
Mimi stayed in there for three days. In my opinion she could fucking die for all I cared. Well, that wasn't entirely true. I started to get nervous by the second day. She wasn't saying anything and for a moment I was sure she killed herself. That is what scared me the most.
I know I could've easily kicked down the door with one foot. Trust me, I have done it before. But something made me leave her alone. Was it the fact that I despised her so much that I didn't even want to see her? Or was it the fact that I still loved and respected her too much?
Ha! Some respect I had. I fucking smacked her across the face. She must hate me. I wanted to make it right, but how could I. What am I saying? She should be the one apologizing, not me! She was the one who fucked Mark. Or did he fuck her? Or did they even have sex? Maybe they just sat around naked. No, that was stupid. They wouldn't do that. Ugh! I am driving myself crazy with all of this shit.
I never left the side of the door. I held my ear to it the whole time. I heard her move around every so often and it reassured me inside.
Mark ran out after I kicked his ass and came back sometime that night. He has been walking around the house very quietly and avoiding me. I don't think he has slept at all, out of fear that I would kill him in his sleep. Which wasn't too bad of an idea.
I heard Mark in his room narrating on that stupid camera.
"February 5, 1991 10:31 a.m. eastern standard time. Roger has not left the spot next to the door and Mimi has been in the bathroom for three days. When is all of this going to end? Or is Roger just going to kill us all?"
I didn't turn around to look at him. I was too tired. Besides, he would shit his pants if he knew I heard his whispering narration.
The telephone suddenly rang and Mark got up to go get it.
"Hello?" he whispered breathlessly before the answering machine could pick it up with our obnoxious SPEAK message.
"Yes," Mark whispered. "Yes……she is………you are? Okay……..see you soon, bye."
Mark looked at me and our eyes met for a moment.
Mark walked into the kitchen area and started rummaging around, pretending to look for something. I knew he was just putting distance between me and him.
"Angel, Collins, Maureen, and Joanne are coming over," Mark said casually. I didn't respond. "Well, Joanne might not come over, she has work."
Mark didn't make eye contact with me the whole time and his voice was shaking.
Why was he so afraid of me?
That was a stupid question!
"Don't talk to me," I growled.
Mark quickly shuffled back to his room.
Shit! They were coming? Collins was going to kick my ass, if Angel or Maureen didn't get to it first. Angel and Mo always had this urge to protect Mimi. And Collins always had to be the one to keep me in control. He was probably the only one who could kick my ass anyway.
I didn't know what to do. Should I run? No, that was stupid. Should I wait? No, I would get my ass kicked.
I turned towards the door and banged on it as hard as I could.
"Can I come in?" I asked. My voice came out more as a threat than a question, which was not what I planned at all.
Mimi's gruff yeah right laugh came from inside the bathroom.
I kicked the door lightly and cursed.
Just as I did that, the loft door slid open.
"What are you doing?" Maureen asked.
I guess they didn't know what happened yet.
"Who is in there?" Angel asked in her concerned voice.
"You can fucking have the little slut," I mumbled, walking out of the loft. I grabbed my coat on the way out and stomped down the stairs.
Collins ran after me.
"What happened?" he asked, grabbing my arm.
I put my hand up. "Don't touch me Tom. I am not even joking."
"Tell me what happened?" he said in a louder tone.
"I am leaving," I said. "You want to know what happened? Go ask those two mother fuckers. They will tell you the full thing in fucking detail."
Tom held my arm and prevented me from going.
"I will talk to you later," he said angrily. "That is a promise."
o o o o o
(Angel's POV)
February 5, 1991. 10:55 a.m. eastern standard time
I walked into the loft, already knowing something was wrong. I have always had this gift. It must be a Spanish thing, because once Mimi told me that she could sense things too.
Well, the first thing that gave me that feeling was Mark's scared voice on the phone and the second was Roger kicking the bathroom door when we walked in.
Collins went after Roger as he left, leaving Maureen and I staring at Mark who was standing in the doorway of his room, his face deathly pale.
"What the hell is going on around here?" Maureen asked, looking directly at Mark. Mark just stood there.
I went up and tentatively knocked on the door.
"I SAID GO AWAY!" Mimi's voice screamed.
"Chica," I said. "It's me."
Mimi started talking quickly in Spanish.
"Es Roger en la sala?"
"No," I responded. "Como estas?"
"Mal," she said, crying.
I turned to look at Maureen, who was trying to follow our conversation.
"Go talk to Mark," I whispered to her. Then I turned back to the door. "Can I come in chica?"
"Who is out there?" Mimi whispered.
"Just me," I said. "Maureen is in Mark's room and Collins is outside. I promise."
The door opened slowly and I squeezed in.
Mimi immediately threw her arms around me and cried. I held her and whispered words of consolation. After she calmed down a bit, she pulled away and sat on the toilet seat.
A simple bath towel was wrapped around her small frame. Her makeup was all over her face and looked as if it had been there for a long time. She was pale and shaking slightly. The bathroom was freezing.
"What happened?" I asked.
Mimi looked at me and started crying again.
"Roger……" she cried. "He…..went…….crazy……I came in here and-"
"Did he hurt you?" I asked. I knew Roger could get abusive when he was angry.
Mimi shook her head. "He did hit me, but I made it into the bathroom before he could get to me. But I think he killed Mark."
I had to laugh at this. She looked up at me and glared.
"Why are you laughing?" she exclaimed.
"Because Roger didn't kill Mark," I said. "Mark is fine. Well I never spoke to him, but he is alive."
Mimi let out a sigh of relief and I put a piece of her hair behind her ear.
"Why was he so mad at you?"
Mimi stared at me and I immediately knew that she was guilty of something. She cleared her throat and whispered something to me very fast. "IsleptwithMark."
"What?" I asked, not knowing what she said.
"I…..I…." she stuttered.
"Spit it out," I laughed.
"I SLEPT WITH MARK!" she screamed. Her eyes went wide as if saying it out loud made it worse. She put her hand over her mouth and closed her eyes. Tears swelled out of them and she starting shaking slightly.
She was so bent out of shape. I couldn't believe it. What I couldn't believe more was that she cheated on Roger. I knew they always fought, but never enough to leave each other.
"How could you?" I blurted out. "I mean, how could that happen?"
"I got into a fight with Roger, he left, and I cried. You know, the usual afternoon schedule. Then Mark came home and one thing led to another and I kissed him. What made me do it? Who knows? Well, after, Roger came home and went crazy."
"Oh baby," I said, pulling her in for a hug. "We are going to make this right. Don't worry. But first, you need to get clothes on. You are ice cold. Then we will feed you and then we will figure it all out."
"I don't want to," Mimi whined.
I nodded and walked out of the bathroom. I wasn't going to leave her in there, but I wasn't going to force her to leave. I was going to have Tom force her.
"Hi honey," I said to him. "Can you go in and get Mimi?"
"Sure baby," he said. I loved how he never asked questions and just did what I asked. He went to get her and I watched from the doorway.
He scooped her up, much to her protest. She started pushing away from him and hitting his chest.
"Stop Collins," she said weakly. Her feet were kicking and she was trying to move away. Collins laid her down on the couch and sat down next to her.
I went into the room Mimi and Roger shared, across the door from Mark's. I got her a big sweatshirt lying on the bed and her sweat pants. I brought them out to her and she slowly put them on under the towel.
"This is Roger's sweatshirt," she began to sob.
I put my arm around her and let her cry on my shoulder. I could sense something was wrong, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Then one of Mimi's famous lines popped into my head.
AZT Break!
She hadn't been taking it!
