We were holding hands as we walked down the street. "I want to come, Roger. I really do. Just not now," Mimi told me.
I grimaced, but I understood to an extent. Once you get stuck in a rut like this, it's very hard to get back out. Been there, done that. I wanted to help her so much, though…
While I was lost in my thoughts, I was unaware of our surroundings and did not notice a tall man coming from our left. Mimi's hand shook and I looked where she was looking. Seeing the man, I knew it had to be Max. He was about my height, but he had a lot more muscle (I should really work out more often). "Hey there," he shouted. "Did you enjoy her?"
Oh. He assumed I slept with her. I took one glance at her—she squeezed my hand—and I replied, "Yeah, she was fantastic."
"Good. I'd like to have her back now," he ordered. "Unless you have enough to for the whole night."
The last thing I wanted to do was to give Mimi back to Max, but she looked at me with pleading eyes, trying to convince me to avoid a disagreement. I sighed. "Fine," I resigned her over. Mimi glided to Max's side. He looked satisfied and put an arm around her waist. I felt rather dejected, and began walking home. I had no more gone down the road when the yelling began.
"You filthy whore! You've slept with every man on the street, and you don't want to sleep with me?" Worried about Mimi's safety, I ran back to Max and her. He continued to yell. "What do you mean you don't feel like it? Damnit, you are mine and mine alone! Remember that! Who got you where you are today? If not for me, you'd probably be dead!"
As they came into my view, I saw Max violently hitting Mimi. He punched her and slammed her against the wall. I ran harder, full speed, and knocked Max off of Mimi. "Hey, back off!" he shouted. "She's not yours."
"She's not yours either," I replied angrily. I then speared Max and pushed him to the ground. I got a few good punches in before I felt someone pulling me off of him. Next thing I knew, about four or five guys were all beating the crap out of me. There were too many—I didn't have a chance.
When they were satisfied (and I had lost a tooth or two), Max came over to me and threatened, "If I ever see you on this street again, I'm going to kill you. Capiche?" He punched me one more time and then stalked off with his gang and Mimi. "You're going to pay for this, Mimi dear. I'm afraid it's going to be a long and hard night for you," I heard him mutter.
Great. I had tried to save her from her trouble and got her more into trouble. Figures.
I limped my way down the street, praying Mimi was going to be okay, and hoping the pain in my ribs wasn't a broken bone.
I walk alone
Down this street,
Fighting the pain
Of my defeat.
No matter what,
I will keep on,
Because I can't live
With you still gone.
