A/N- This one might be a little longer than the last few chapters have been. I dunno... all the chapters since... uh... the one where Mark is asking Nina about Scott backstage have only been about a page long in my purple notebook of fanfiction. We shall see. Three more chapters till the sequel est fini.
La Pamplemousse- Yes, be worried. For everyone.
nebulia- Yay for long reviews! My mom's annoying cat just jumped into my lap and now it's really hard to tjype. GET OFF! Urgh. Every time I go to type it startss likcing me. Anyway... Yay for hanging readers and fastballs! Oh... maybe that's why I've only been getting three rev9ews a chapter. I dunno. Hehehe... Yay the cat left!
RoseMisre- That's okay. Good luck with that whole moving thing. I've never moved before... lucky me -smiles-
"Hey, Nina. I thought you didn't want to go to the café today."
She didn't answer. Mark saw tears in her eyes.
"What's wrong? Here, come in." He pulled Nina out of the hallway and closed the door. Taking both of her hands in his, he asked again, "What's wrong?"
"Mark..." she whispered. "I have to tell you. I can't... when... I didn't..." A tear rolled down her cheek. "It's because... the party, Mark. I didn't want..."
"Okay, Nina. Tell me about the party. What happened?"
"I was... oh, how can I tell you? Scott... he was drunk when he came... came to my table," she broke off in a sob.
"Scott was at the party? Drunk? Scott was drunk?"
She nodded, drying one cheek with the back of her hand.
"Scott was drunk," Mark repeated. "Then what?"
"My water... he went to refill it and... I don't know... he must have put something in it because all I know is I woke up... I guessed what had happened... it was morning..."
Mark was slowly beginning to pale. "It was morning? Where was Scott?"
Nina shrugged her shoulders.
"Where were you?"
She covered her face with her hands so that Mark hardly heard her reply. "Scott's apartment."
He stared at her for a second as she cried silently. "Nina," Mark said, gently pulling her hands away from her face, "are you saying that Scott... our Marius..." his voice dropped to a whisper, "took advantage of you?"
Nina's face turned bright red, but she nodded.
"Oh my God," Mark said under his breath. He pulled her close to him and held her as she sobbed into his shirt.
Nina's back stiffened and she pushed him away. "Mark... I can't... I can't let you... make you... I have to quit the show and leave. They'll think it was you..."
"No you don't! You don't have to go anywhere," he said firmly. "They don't have to know, Nina."
She looked away from him. "They will know."
"How? The only way they'd know is if you... Oh no... you don't mean... Nina?"
She stepped away from him. "I'm going to quit the show as soon as I can. Goodbye, Mark."
"No, don't-"
She smiled wryly. "You said you'd kill someone to be in prison with me. What could you do about this?"
Nina left, closing the door behind her.