"I'm beat," Mimi murmured, as she, Roger and Daisha entered the apartment.
"Me too," he sighed. "You wanna hit the sack?"
"In a minute. Check if there's any messages, Daish, will you?"
"Okay," said Daisha, walking over to the phone and pressing the button on the answering machine. Mark's frantic voice immediately filled the room.
"Roger? Are you there? Fuck, Roger, Jimmy told Joel your address thinking he must have been a friend of yours, so he's on his way there now. He might even be there."
Mimi and Daisha froze.
"Mimi?" Daisha whispered.
"It's okay, honey," Mimi said, softly. "I won't let anything happen to you."
All of a sudden, they heard a loud pounding noise at the front door.
"I'll get it," Roger called from the other room.
"Roger, DON'T!" Mimi yelled, rushing to the door.
But Roger had already opened it.
"Can I help you?" he asked, blinking.
"Yeah, you can help me," Joel grunted. He stuck his head in the door and saw Mimi.
"So, this is the guy you've been doing, Mimi?"
"What do you want, Joel?" Mimi asked, quietly.
Roger's eyes widened as he recognized the name.
"You're friend Jimmy gave me the address. Nice guy. A complete idiot, though. Where's Daisha?"
"She's not coming with you," Roger said, suddenly.
Joel gave Roger an amused look. "Hello. Was I talking to you? Mind your business, kid."
He turned to Mimi. "Look, I don't have time to play games. Just give me the kid, and we'll avoid trouble now."
"She's staying here," Mimi said, firmly.
"Fuck this," Jimmy groaned. "There's only one way to do this."
He shoved past Mimi and Roger.
"Daisha? Where the hell are you? Get your ass over here!" he yelled.
"Get out of here!" Roger shouted, running after him.
Joel stopped in the living room, where Daisha sat, nervously on the couch.
"Joel, stop," Mimi exclaimed, breathlessly.
"Shut up, Mimi. Let's go, kid," he said to Daisha, grabbing her arm, roughly.
"Let go of me," Daisha snapped. "I'm staying here with Mimi."
"Like hell you are," Joel sneered. "Let's go."
He pulled her roughly to her feet, and began tugging her along with him.
"Mimi?" Daisha whimpered.
"Forget Mimi. You think you're better off living here? You'd be better off living on the streets than here. You know how your sister gets her money? Do you?" he yelled.
Daisha quickly shook her head.
"By sleeping with other men, that's how she does it."
"That's a lie," Daisha said, quietly.
"You calling me a liar?" Joel growled.
Daisha lowered her head and whispered, "No."
"There's going to be a lot of trouble if you don't leave now," Roger warned.
"Please. What're going to do? Squirt me with your hair gel? Come on, Daisha. Mueva. MOVE!" he snapped, pushing her forward.
"Let go of her," Mimi yelled, trying to pull him away.
Joel whipped his head around, and easily shrugged her off.
"Leave her alone, asshole!" Mimi screamed, startling both Daisha and Roger.
"Why do you always have to make things harder?" Joel demanded, shoving her hard against the wall.
"Mimi!" Daisha screamed.
Roger snapped. Infuriated, he threw himself onto Joel, wrenching him away from Daisha.
"Get the fuck off me!" Joel yelled, pounding his fist into the side of Roger's head.
Dizzily, Roger swung his fist, connecting with Joel's jaw.
"Fuck!" Joel screamed, as his tooth cut into his lip.
Daisha ran over to Mimi, who was slowly standing to her feet.
"Are you okay?" she asked, tearfully.
Mimi nodded, as she got up.
"They're going to kill each other," Daisha whimpered, as Roger and Joel continued to punch, hit, kick and wrestle each other.
"Don't EVER touch Mimi or Daisha EVER AGAIN!" Roger was screaming into Joel's ear, as he wrapped his arm around his neck, bringing him into a headlock.
Helplessly, Mimi and Daisha watched as their fists slammed into each other.
The next thing that happened seemed to happen in slow motion.
Joel finally managed to shrug Roger off of him.
He regained his balance, panting, and wiping blood from his lip.
Then Mimi saw him start to take a small black object from his inner coat pocket.
Daisha screamed.
Roger stared at the gun Joel had before him. His feet refused to move.
Shakily, Joel muttered, "I hoped it wouldn't have to come down to this," as he clumsily groped for the trigger.
"ROGER!" Mimi shouted, shooting forward all of a sudden.. Her mind went blank. The only thing that ran through her mind was that she needed to get Roger out of the way.
The LAST thing on her mind was getting hit herself.
Adrenaline pumping through her veins, Mimi threw herself against Roger, surprising herself with her new found strength.
All of a sudden felt something slam into the back of her shoulder, throwing her forward.
She looked at her shoulder and saw a pool of blood beginning to soak through the gauzy material of her shirt..
Joel's mouth gaped open in horror, realizing his mistake.
Letting out a howl, Roger got to his feet and threw himself against Joel, wrenching the gun out of his hand.
"BASTARD!" he screamed, slamming the butt of the gun against the side of Joel's head.
Heaving, Roger stood to his feet and dropped the gun.
Joel didn't wake up.
Roger rushed over to Mimi.
"Meems?" he whispered, his voice choking up with tears.
Mimi groaned.
"Daisha, call an ambulance!" he yelled.
Daisha ran over to the phone, and began to dial.
Roger cradled Mimi's head in his lap.
"You're gonna be fine, baby," he wept.
"He didn't hit you did he?" Mimi murmured, closing her eyes.
"No. No, he didn't," Roger choked.
A weak smile came over Mimi's face. "Good."
Roger tore off his jacket, tying it around Mimi's arm in attempt to slow the bleeding.
"I don't want to die, Rog."
"You won't. Don't talk like that. You're fine," Roger insisted.
"I'm scared," Mimi said, tears coming to the corners of her eyes.
"Roger! Bring her downstairs! They said they're gonna send an ambulance out here immediately. We have to go meet them," Daisha said, still trembling from what had just happened.
Roger slid his arms underneath Mimi.
"Put your other arm around my neck, okay?" he whispered.
She did.
"There's blood all over your shirt," she said, weakly.
"Fuck my shirt."
"I'm sorry."
"You didn't do anything, babe. It was Joel."
"Did you . . ."
Roger turned his head and saw Joel, still on the ground, his eyes closed.
"I think so."
"Roger," Mimi whimpered.
"It'll be alright. It was self defense- he fucking shot you, Mimi!"
"We have to go!" Daisha yelled, from the hallway.
Roger held Mimi tightly in his arms, and he and Daisha began to quickly make their way downstairs.
"You'll be alright, Meems," Roger whispered in her ear as he hurried downstairs.
Mimi squeezed his hand, and closed her eyes.
Fine . . . You'll be fine.
Roger's face in front of her faded, and slowly turned to black.
a/n: I killed Joel! *puts head in hands* Not gonna tell you what happens with Mimi yet. But you all know I'm not THAT evil. Mari, Steph, Michelle- you better review lol. x33 b0HEME: lol damn you and yuurrr cliffhangurrss
"Me too," he sighed. "You wanna hit the sack?"
"In a minute. Check if there's any messages, Daish, will you?"
"Okay," said Daisha, walking over to the phone and pressing the button on the answering machine. Mark's frantic voice immediately filled the room.
"Roger? Are you there? Fuck, Roger, Jimmy told Joel your address thinking he must have been a friend of yours, so he's on his way there now. He might even be there."
Mimi and Daisha froze.
"Mimi?" Daisha whispered.
"It's okay, honey," Mimi said, softly. "I won't let anything happen to you."
All of a sudden, they heard a loud pounding noise at the front door.
"I'll get it," Roger called from the other room.
"Roger, DON'T!" Mimi yelled, rushing to the door.
But Roger had already opened it.
"Can I help you?" he asked, blinking.
"Yeah, you can help me," Joel grunted. He stuck his head in the door and saw Mimi.
"So, this is the guy you've been doing, Mimi?"
"What do you want, Joel?" Mimi asked, quietly.
Roger's eyes widened as he recognized the name.
"You're friend Jimmy gave me the address. Nice guy. A complete idiot, though. Where's Daisha?"
"She's not coming with you," Roger said, suddenly.
Joel gave Roger an amused look. "Hello. Was I talking to you? Mind your business, kid."
He turned to Mimi. "Look, I don't have time to play games. Just give me the kid, and we'll avoid trouble now."
"She's staying here," Mimi said, firmly.
"Fuck this," Jimmy groaned. "There's only one way to do this."
He shoved past Mimi and Roger.
"Daisha? Where the hell are you? Get your ass over here!" he yelled.
"Get out of here!" Roger shouted, running after him.
Joel stopped in the living room, where Daisha sat, nervously on the couch.
"Joel, stop," Mimi exclaimed, breathlessly.
"Shut up, Mimi. Let's go, kid," he said to Daisha, grabbing her arm, roughly.
"Let go of me," Daisha snapped. "I'm staying here with Mimi."
"Like hell you are," Joel sneered. "Let's go."
He pulled her roughly to her feet, and began tugging her along with him.
"Mimi?" Daisha whimpered.
"Forget Mimi. You think you're better off living here? You'd be better off living on the streets than here. You know how your sister gets her money? Do you?" he yelled.
Daisha quickly shook her head.
"By sleeping with other men, that's how she does it."
"That's a lie," Daisha said, quietly.
"You calling me a liar?" Joel growled.
Daisha lowered her head and whispered, "No."
"There's going to be a lot of trouble if you don't leave now," Roger warned.
"Please. What're going to do? Squirt me with your hair gel? Come on, Daisha. Mueva. MOVE!" he snapped, pushing her forward.
"Let go of her," Mimi yelled, trying to pull him away.
Joel whipped his head around, and easily shrugged her off.
"Leave her alone, asshole!" Mimi screamed, startling both Daisha and Roger.
"Why do you always have to make things harder?" Joel demanded, shoving her hard against the wall.
"Mimi!" Daisha screamed.
Roger snapped. Infuriated, he threw himself onto Joel, wrenching him away from Daisha.
"Get the fuck off me!" Joel yelled, pounding his fist into the side of Roger's head.
Dizzily, Roger swung his fist, connecting with Joel's jaw.
"Fuck!" Joel screamed, as his tooth cut into his lip.
Daisha ran over to Mimi, who was slowly standing to her feet.
"Are you okay?" she asked, tearfully.
Mimi nodded, as she got up.
"They're going to kill each other," Daisha whimpered, as Roger and Joel continued to punch, hit, kick and wrestle each other.
"Don't EVER touch Mimi or Daisha EVER AGAIN!" Roger was screaming into Joel's ear, as he wrapped his arm around his neck, bringing him into a headlock.
Helplessly, Mimi and Daisha watched as their fists slammed into each other.
The next thing that happened seemed to happen in slow motion.
Joel finally managed to shrug Roger off of him.
He regained his balance, panting, and wiping blood from his lip.
Then Mimi saw him start to take a small black object from his inner coat pocket.
Daisha screamed.
Roger stared at the gun Joel had before him. His feet refused to move.
Shakily, Joel muttered, "I hoped it wouldn't have to come down to this," as he clumsily groped for the trigger.
"ROGER!" Mimi shouted, shooting forward all of a sudden.. Her mind went blank. The only thing that ran through her mind was that she needed to get Roger out of the way.
The LAST thing on her mind was getting hit herself.
Adrenaline pumping through her veins, Mimi threw herself against Roger, surprising herself with her new found strength.
All of a sudden felt something slam into the back of her shoulder, throwing her forward.
She looked at her shoulder and saw a pool of blood beginning to soak through the gauzy material of her shirt..
Joel's mouth gaped open in horror, realizing his mistake.
Letting out a howl, Roger got to his feet and threw himself against Joel, wrenching the gun out of his hand.
"BASTARD!" he screamed, slamming the butt of the gun against the side of Joel's head.
Heaving, Roger stood to his feet and dropped the gun.
Joel didn't wake up.
Roger rushed over to Mimi.
"Meems?" he whispered, his voice choking up with tears.
Mimi groaned.
"Daisha, call an ambulance!" he yelled.
Daisha ran over to the phone, and began to dial.
Roger cradled Mimi's head in his lap.
"You're gonna be fine, baby," he wept.
"He didn't hit you did he?" Mimi murmured, closing her eyes.
"No. No, he didn't," Roger choked.
A weak smile came over Mimi's face. "Good."
Roger tore off his jacket, tying it around Mimi's arm in attempt to slow the bleeding.
"I don't want to die, Rog."
"You won't. Don't talk like that. You're fine," Roger insisted.
"I'm scared," Mimi said, tears coming to the corners of her eyes.
"Roger! Bring her downstairs! They said they're gonna send an ambulance out here immediately. We have to go meet them," Daisha said, still trembling from what had just happened.
Roger slid his arms underneath Mimi.
"Put your other arm around my neck, okay?" he whispered.
She did.
"There's blood all over your shirt," she said, weakly.
"Fuck my shirt."
"I'm sorry."
"You didn't do anything, babe. It was Joel."
"Did you . . ."
Roger turned his head and saw Joel, still on the ground, his eyes closed.
"I think so."
"Roger," Mimi whimpered.
"It'll be alright. It was self defense- he fucking shot you, Mimi!"
"We have to go!" Daisha yelled, from the hallway.
Roger held Mimi tightly in his arms, and he and Daisha began to quickly make their way downstairs.
"You'll be alright, Meems," Roger whispered in her ear as he hurried downstairs.
Mimi squeezed his hand, and closed her eyes.
Fine . . . You'll be fine.
Roger's face in front of her faded, and slowly turned to black.
a/n: I killed Joel! *puts head in hands* Not gonna tell you what happens with Mimi yet. But you all know I'm not THAT evil. Mari, Steph, Michelle- you better review lol. x33 b0HEME: lol damn you and yuurrr cliffhangurrss