Mimi stomped back towards the corner of 11th and Avenue B, fuming. But of course, she wasn't really fuming, it was all a facade--in reality she was scared as hell.
What the hell? Why? Why the fuck did he do that to me? For that matter, who was it? I just, I can't believe that someone would do this to me...I can't believe I passed out...I feel so dumb, so fucking stupid that I passed out and just let this happen to me! How could I let this happen to myself? And why the hell should I press charges? It wouldn't help anything, cuse I fucking passed out! I sat through your stupid "sexual assault/rape kit", Olivia, I answered your damn questions, and no, I don't fucking want this to go to court! So what if there's DNA? Whoever it was will just say that we had consensual sex, and I couldn't prove not! For that matter, I probably HAVE had consensual sex with him before anyway! There's no case, Olivia, just get the hell off my back!
She flipped the lightswitch in her apartment. Nothing happened.
Well isn't that fucking fabulous? Like I was really going to be able to sleep tonight, let alone sleep without lights? Oh, God, I need a fix...where's the rest of the baggie I had before? Perfect, right where I left it...except for I have no heat.
Immediately her thoughts drifted to the face from the fire escape above her.
Hmm...maybe he could light my candle?
A\N: Yes, short, I know. That's what I do. Will Mimi ever go back to press charges? Will he be put in jail? For that matter, who was it? R&R and you can find out!