Chapter Four
It had been almost a week since Mimi found out and told Angel, but she was still working on a way to tell Roger. Everyday when she woke up she would tell herself that she needed to tell him, but when she turned to him and watched him sleep peacefully she didn't went to end that peacefulness. She didn't want to worry him, or stress him out, or possibly make him mad. She was afraid of how he'd react.
"So when are you going to tell him?" Angel asked her one day while they sat alone in the loft.
"I don't know," Mimi replied lowering her head. "I want to I just wish there was some way that I could how he would take it so I could stop worrying."
"Well you can't know for sure until you tell him."
"I know I'm just afraid he'll get angry or take off."
"Afraid who'll take off?" Mimi and Angel turned their heads to see Roger, Collins, Mark, Joanne, and Maureen all standing in the doorway.
Why does this always happen? Mimi thought annoyed by their bad timing. Mimi helplessly turned to face Angel giving her a look that said "should I tell him?" Angel just shrugged her shoulders and gave her a sympathetic look.
"What's going on?" Maureen asked eyeing the two of them suspiciously.
"Nothing," Mimi replied. I'm such a liar. Was all she could think while she said this.
"Mimi come on," Roger said in disbelief. "What's going on?"
"Nothing. We were just talking."
"You mean like you've been the past week? What are you hiding?"
"I'm not hiding anything Roger," Why am I lying?
"Um, maybe we should leave," Joanne said to Maureen feeling the tension rising in the room. No one answered her so she just continued to stand there and watch the couple argue.
"Then why won't you tell me what's going on?"
"Because," Mimi yelled. "God you don't fucking get it do you? I'm afraid of what you'll say!"
Everyone just stood there in silence looking from Mimi to Roger. The musician looked at his girlfriend clearly confused. He had no idea what she was talking about. He walked over to Mimi and put his arm around her.
"Come on," he said trying to lead the crying Latina into their room so they could talk. She hesitated for a second but finally gave in. She knew she had to tell him.