Mimi's eyes flew open. God, she needed a hit! She got up and began to pace. As she walked back and forth, she found a lose floorboard. When Mimi pulled up the floorboard, she found everything she needed to 'cook' heroin, including a little bit of smack. The dancer could hardly believe her luck. With her back to the door, she prepared the drug. She tied a bandana around her arm, got her vein to pop and carefully pushed the needle into her arm.
Mimi closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She could feel the blood in her veins waiting for the heroin. Mimi was about to shoot up when she heard his voice.
"Hey man, not cool!" Roger announced. Mimi stopped. Roger. He thought that she was getting better. She could see his face if he found out. Anger would be written all over his face, but his eyes; pain, sorrow, disappointment. He had faith in her. Mimi tore the needle out of her arm. She took all the paraphernalia and threw it out the window; smack no longer had a hold over her. Mimi tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and went to go be with Roger.
Roger was sitting on the couch talking to Collins and Mark. Collins looked up and smiled when he saw Mimi.
"Hey, come here baby," Roger told her as he opened up his arms. Almost immediately, Mimi curled up on his lap. She felt so safe, so secure in his arms. Collins stood up.
"We're uh, going down to the Life," he said. "Come on, Mark." Mark got up too, and they left; leaving Roger and Mimi alone.
Mimi snaked her arms around Roger and nuzzled his neck. It was the first hint of affection she had shown him in weeks.
"Are you going to talk to me, or just sit here, because I'm not objecting to this?" Mimi snuggled closer to Roger. He got the message. He kissed the top of her head and whispered in her ear, "Okay, we'll sit here."
After about ten minutes, Mimi asked quietly, "Why won't you sleep in our bed anymore?" Roger rubbed her back. He had been sleeping on the couch ever since Mimi had tried to attack him in his sleep. He didn't tell her this though. It was obvious that she didn't remember, and she didn't need to remember.
"I wanted to give you your space. Do you want me to sleep in bed with you again?" Mimi nodded.
"I miss you." The dancer wound her fingers through Roger's soft hair. "I want you back."
"I never left you." Mimi kissed Roger's jaw. He needed to shave.
"I love you, Roger. I haven't told you that in a while." A small smile crept across Roger's lips. It was true; he hadn't heard her say that in a while. He was getting his Mimi back.
"I love you too, Mimi."
When Mark and Collins got back form the Life, they found Roger and Mimi curled up in bed together. The dancer had her head on Roger's chest, and both were asleep.
"Looks like Mimi's back," Collins commented quietly as he clapped Mark on the back. The filmmaker nodded.
All he said was, "Yeah."
"Well, night boy." Mark watched Roger and Mimi sleep for a few minutes before going to bed himself. He had made it through what he honestly hoped was his last withdrawal.
Roger was fast asleep with his arms around Mimi. Things were finally getting back to normal, or so he though. Suddenly, Mimi bolted upright.
"Roger! Roger!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.
A/N: Check out my original story on fictionpress. The link is on my profile, it's called "On the Set".
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