Wah, I hate writing things like this chapter. XD But I like writing things like at the end of this chapter. LOL. XD

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Chapter 10:

The Loft: 4 pm

Maureen, Joanne, Ellie, Mark and Frankie came from celebrating Paul's dropping charges. The moment they stepped in the loft, they were greeted by yells, swears and angry sobs.

"HOW DARE YOU!" Mimi threw her shoe at Roger.

The Latina dancer was crying and angrily throwing random things at her boyfriend.

"HOW DARE YOU, MIMI! AFTER ALL WE'VE BEEN THROUGH!"

"WHY DON'T YOU FUCKING BELIEVE ME!" Mimi threw her other shoe, aiming at Roger's crotch.

"IT'S NOT MINE!" Mimi wailed.

"THAT'S BULLSHIT, MIMI. WHO ELSE'S COULD IT BE!"

"IT'S NOT ME! IT'S NOT ME!" Mimi repeated those three words over and over, sinking to the floor and sobbing in her hands.

Frankie and Maureen ran over to comfort her. Ellie was still angry at her older sister from yesterday.

"Roger, man, calm down," Mark tried to talk to Roger.

"YOU TALK TO THAT…" Roger pointed a shaking finger at Mimi. "THAT… THAT… BITCH!"

Everyone's jaws dropped. Roger had called Mimi a bitch! The world was coming to an end! Hearing Roger's words, Mimi looked up.

"You're supposed to trust me," she barely whispered.

Roger had a loss for words; he was still puffed up in anger.

"IT'S NOT MY FAULT THAT WHORE CAN'T CONTROL HERSELF!" he yelled again without thinking.

Mark punched Roger on the face for the very first time.

"Mimi is not a bitch, she's not a whore and you better fuck off before I cut your dick off, Roger," Mark warned through gritted teeth.

Roger stepped back and threw Mark a small zip lock with white powder in it.

"Smack. And it's hers," the tremor in Roger's voice told everyone that he didn't mean what he had just said.

"It's not mine," Mimi cried again.

Maureen looked at Ellie. Ellie looked at Maureen. Mimi saw this and looked at her own sister too.

"Ellie? B-but Wh-hy?"

"Why else do we all take drugs? To escape pain…" Ellie mumbled softly.

"Waittaminute,thesedrugsareyoursEllie?" Roger spat unbelievably.

Ellie nodded, with tears coming down from her eyes as well.

Roger looked like he was about to faint and he plopped himself down on the couch.

Maureen, Mark, Joanne and Frankie backed out of the loft quietly, knowing that the three needed alone time.

"Ellie, I told you I didn't want you to be like me…" Mimi said in a hushed tone.

"I just tried it out once… it just happened, the addiction," Ellie sobbed.

Mimi wrapped her sister in a hug.

"Promise me you'll stop, please," she begged.

Roger sighed; those were the words he spoke to Mimi just a year before.

Ellie walked into the bathroom to wipe off her tears and wash her face. Mimi stood up, gave Roger her disappointed look and walked sadly out to the fire escape. Her face seemed to tell him: I thought you loved me.

The musician followed her outside, where she was looking down at the street with tears in her eyes.

"I should tell you, I should tell you," Roger sang.

This time, Mimi didn't answer.

Roger sighed and sat down beside her.

"Mimi, you should know that… you know that I'm just… I just… don't want to…"

"I know," she said meekly, still not turning around to face him.

"You should know that when I promise someone I love…"

"I know," Roger repeated.

"I should tell you, it's because I love you."

Mimi finally looked into his eyes.

"I know," she smiled.

And she kissed him. Roger wasn't expecting such a short apology session, but he gave in and deepened the kiss by leaning forward. She instinctively ran her hands through his hair.

"I trust you," Roger mumbled, then kissed her again.

(Few hours later)

"Hello?" Mark knocked on the door.

He heard a bang from Roger's room as a reply.

"Hear those two have made up," he laughed to himself.

He peeked inside the twins' room, and only found Ellie sleeping. Where was Frankie? Mark tiptoed away, not noticing that Ellie had seen him.

Mark's eyes went to the glass window. Someone had written: No one go to the roof, leave me alone.

Mark laughed to himself and went up to the roof. There he found Frankie, a sketch pad laid across her lap and looking at the sunset. He immediately took out his camera and started filming her.

"Close in on Frankie Dela Cruz, one of Mimi's many siblings who plays the harmonica and apparently, as of recent knowledge, sketches," Mark whispered.

"Can't you read, Cohen?" Frankie said, even without turning her head around.

"You know, when you write that there, it makes people want all the more to come up," Mark smiled, taking a seat beside her.

He surreptitiously peeked at her drawing. It was an amazing sketch of the way the light hit the buildings of New York at sunset.

"What do you think?" she asked.

Mark filmed some more of her drawing before answering.

"Beautiful," he put his camera down slowly.

"I needed yellow chalk for this part… but I didn't have…"

Mark stopped her. "I didn't mean that the drawing was beautiful."

"Oh, is it… is it that bad?" Frankie gave a sad frown, taking another look at her picture.

"No no, it's great."

Mark shook his head.

"I meant to say… you're beautiful," he smiled.

Frankie looked up at him as if he were crazy.

He leaned in and kissed her on the lips. She backed away, but found herself kissing him back. Then she pulled away quickly, embarrassed.

"Mark, Ellie would…"

"I like you, not her," Mark resisted.

He leaned in to kiss her again and this time, Frankie didn't back away.

And from the stairs, Ellie watched with her cold brown eyes.

A/N: Will Ellie go A-Wall? Find out in the next chap! XD REVIEW. Or I'll leave you hanging for a week! HAHAHA. No, seriously. XD