A/N:  I finally updated! I won't be as long of a wait for the next chapter, I promise!

Mimi POV:

            I wake up the next morning in my bed, which I realize is stained with a few spots of blood. It is when I get up and feel the pain in my backside that I remember what happened. I groan and get up to look in the mirror and shudder at the reflection staring back at me.

            My skin is pink, probably from scrubbing it so hard last night, and there are bruises around my mouth and chest.

            I sigh and look in my closet for something to wear today, even though I want nothing more than to just lay in bed and sleep all day. My wardrobe consists mostly of leather, vinyl, pleather, lace...and one pair of jeans that I hardly ever wear. But I take them off the rack and toss them on my bed, searching for a top. I'm looking for something baggy and concealing, but all my tops are very tight and revealing. I'm about to give up when I notice something balled up in the corner of my closet. I grab it and smile: it's one of Roger's sweatshirts. He must have left it over here one night. I slip it on and smile again. It's about two sizes too big for me, baggy and concealing...perfect.

            I get dressed and it hits me with sudden force that I have to work tonight. Well, there's no way I'm ever going back there again. And especially not to dance...to completely expose myself in front of dozens of strange, unfamiliar, sleazy men. I shudder just at the thought. I honestly can't comprehend why I've been doing it as long as I have.

            I pick up the phone to call my boss to let him know I'm not coming tonight. Or better yet, I might as well just quit altogether.

Roger POV:

            I wake up the next morning to the sound of Mimi's voice through her door. I feel a weight on my shoulder and notice that Mark's head is resting on it, he must have fallen asleep on me. I shove him off, waking him up in the process.

            He yawns. "Mmm...What's going on?'

            But before I have time to address his question the door swings open and I see Mimi standing in front of me wearing...my sweatshirt? I'm shocked and a little scared to see her dressed like this, when she usually wears much more...revealing...clothes.

            She looks shocked too. "What are you doing out here?"

            "We wanted to talk to you, we were worried."

            She glares at me. "Well, I'm fine." When I don't answer she puts her hands on what I assume must be her hips...though it's hard to tell through the bulk of my sweatshirt. "You can go home now."

            Now it's Mark's turn to try. "Mimi, what happened last night?"

            "Nothing...I was just...upset."

            She turns around and starts to walk away again when I say, "Mimi, you have to get checked out. You might need stitches."

            She whirls around and glares at me, her deep brown eyes digging into me with suspicion, fear, and fury. "What the hell do you mean?"

            "We um...well..." I stare at the floor, pretending to be very interested in the stain on the otherwise beige carpeting. "Weknowwhathappened."

            She lowers her eyebrow in angry suspicion and walks over to me slowly. "What are you talking about?" she asks very quietly.

            I don't answer, knowing all too well how Mimi gets when she's as angry as she is now. Mark, unfortunately, doesn't know the dangers of Mimi's rage and looks her right in the eye as he says, "We know what happened Mimi. You can stop pretending, we know you were raped."

            At the word "raped" a fire ignites in her eyes and then quickly dies out, replaced by a look of immense fear and panic. "N-no..." she stutters. "You don't know what you're fucking talking about...that's not what happened..."

            I answer quietly. "Please, Mimi. Your clothes were almost completely torn apart, you flipped out when I just touched you, and...and you were bleeding. So either you go with us to the hospital willingly or we'll call the cops to make sure you get the help you need, and they'll file a report. So it's up to you, because either way, you're going to the hospital...with or without your cooperation."

            She pauses for a second, considering this. Finally, she looks up at me again and glares, but I know she's given in.

            "Will you come with us?"

            She shoots me another withering look but then finally nods her head in compliance.

            "You won't tell the cops, right?"

            "Why wouldn't you want us to, Mimi?" Mark asks.

            "I just want to forget about this, okay? I don't want to call any more attention to it than I have already…I just want to go on with my life and forget this ever happened."

            "Mimi," I begin, "you know you can't just forget about it. It won't go away if you just pretend it never happened."

            I stop when she glares at me again. "Listen, that's what I want, okay? It didn't happen to you, you don't know shit. Let's just go to the hospital and get this over with."

            I'm kind of shocked at Mimi's demeanor. I don't think I've ever seen her this angry or aggressive before. Sure, we've gotten into our share of fights and I've definitely gotten on the wrong side of her anger before but I don't think I've ever seen her like this. I swear, if I ever find that jack-ass-son-of-a-bitch that did this to my poor Mimi…well, lets just say that he'll never be able to do this to anyone ever again.

Mark POV:

            As Roger waits in the hall with Mimi, I go in her apartment to use the phone and call Collins, telling him to meet us at the hospital in a half hour. Mimi's going to kill me when she finds out I told Collins what happened but I have no other choice, considering neither me or Roger have the money to pay the hospital bills, and I'm sure that Mimi doesn't either.

            Ten minutes later, we're sitting in a cab, making our way to the hospital. The driver keeps shooting glances at Mimi and I notice that she looks more than a little uncomfortable.

            I nudge Roger to see if he notices too but before anyone has the chance to do anything, we stop at a traffic light and Mimi jumps out of the cab and takes off running down the street. Me and Roger jump out too to run after her, but not before Roger gives the driver a little reminder that it's not polite to stare at other women.

            As I look back in the direction of the taxi, I see the driver holding a hand to his swelling eye, and laugh in spite of myself. Roger turns around to glare at me and I clear my throat quickly and keep running, trying to catch up with Mimi.

            Suddenly, I hear sirens behind us and two policemen come up quickly behind me and Roger, telling us to stop running and put our hands in the air. They must think we're trying to hurt Mimi or something…well, I don't blame them, considering the frightful look on Mimi's face and how fast she's running, desperately trying to escape us.

            I do as I'm told and put my hands in the air as one of the policemen frisks me but Roger keeps running, full speed, and the second policeman finally catches up and pounces on him.

Roger POV:

            I suddenly feel a heavy weight pinning me to the ground and holding my hands behind my back. Feels like someone has been having a few too many doughnuts.

            "Get the hell off me! Mimi! Get back here," I scream, in a desperate attempt not to lose Mimi. The fat policeman all of a sudden yanks me up by my wrists and I struggle in his grip.

            "Let me go! You have to get her, she has to go to the hospital!" I say frantically as I try to free myself from his grasp.

            Suddenly, I feel the presence of someone behind me and I twist around to see Mark and the other policeman standing right behind me.

            "Let him go, Rob," the guy with Mark says. "They're trying to get their friend to the hospital."

            After a lot of explaining, the two cops let us ride with them, sirens blaring, as we try to find Mimi. We finally catch up with her after about ten minutes and decide, considering the circumstance and the fact that all of us are men, that the best thing to do would be to call an ambulance and let them take Mimi to the hospital and the policemen would escort us there.

            I get out of the car and approach Mimi slowly but she backs away defensively, looking scared and frightened, like a lost child. I put my hands up in the air to show her that I won't hurt her and she stops retreating but still stands a good five feet away from me.

            "Mimi," I begin, "I'm not going to hurt you okay? Don't be scared of me…I'm Roger, remember?"

            She scowls. "I know who the fuck you are."

            "I'm not that bastard Meems, I'm not trying to hurt you, I just want to help you. Will you come with us?"

            She hesitates for a second before shaking her head again.

            I sigh.  "If you don't come with us I'll just call an ambulance… either way, you're going to the hospital whether you like it or not."

            After a lot of arguing, yelling, cursing and screaming I finally get Mimi into the car, though she stays quite a distance away from me, Mark, and the two cops in the front seat as we drive away to the hospital.