To Dance!- Chapter 2
...masochism...
Very late that night Mimi walked into her dilapidated third floor apartment that didn't have wallpaper, and a very very pissed off Roger. Let's just say Mimi's jugdement was a little "off" this perticular night so it seemed perfectly normal to try and crawl into Roger's lap and make out with him for a full thirty seconds when he was in this state.
"Where have you been?" Roger asked as he pushed Mimi off his lap
"What are you tal..."
"MIMI! It's fucking 5 am! Where the fuck have you been? Do you understand that I've been up all fucking night sitting here out of my mind with worry? I was this fucking close to calling the cops!" Mimi stared at Roger in confusion through this whole speech and supressed a laugh when it seemed to her that there were three Rogers yelling at her. Of course she had no idea what he was talking about. Nor did she understand when Roger wrapped his arms around her and held her close. "God, Mimi I was so scared. Please...please just don't...you can't...you can't keep doing this to me."
Mimi leaned in to kiss him and all hell broke loose. "That'sssook baby. I sttil loooooooove you."
"What the...Oh God! YOU'RE HIGH! Fuck Mimi! Here I was all night long and you were probably out fucking everything that moved and shooting up. Why the fuck did you do that to me? You were doing so well after christmas..." It had been a while since either of them had thought about that night. Moureen and Joanne dragging a half dead Mimi to Roger's doorstep. When he used the power of love to bring he back from the dead. When Angel saved her. Roger was nausious just thinking about it. His mind traced back to three christmas's ago. What happened to the beautiful adventerous girl with the candle that Roger fell in love with? Where was the forceful sexy woman climbing in through the window and demanding that they go out? That girl was lost forever, drowned in a sea of smack and lies.
Tears started streaming down Mimi's cheeks. "Fffuck you!" she managed before Roger stormed out of the apartment. Mimi heard him run up the stairs to the loft as she sunk into a chair.
'You stupid bitch' she thought. 'You lead such a fucked up life. You don't deserve Roger. Sweet beauiful Roger. The kind boy who lit your candle that christmas eve. The one who saved you fucking life the next year. How can you even do such a thing to him?' Mimi started to come down from her high as she made her way to the bathroom. This was always the hardest part. Mimi sat on the edge of the tub comeing down from her high on a new street drug called Gronk. The upside, "It lights up your senses and you see God!" he dealer had told her. Turned out the downside is the hardest fucking crash of your life. It started out with a simple headache, then a dull throbbing in her head, then so much pain that Mimi was collapsed on the floor shaking and drowning in her sweat. Bile rose in her throut and she leaned over the toilet and emptied the contents of her stomach. This time, she relized, Roger wasn't here to lift her off the floor. Roger wasn't going to wipe away the sweat and tears and tell Mimi she was beautiful and he loved her. Mimi thought about her absolutly fucked up life.
'And you know you love every fucking minute of it.'