Disclaimer: Still don't own anything that has to do with Rent
A/N: Here is yet another chapter. Thanks to all my reviewers. I love you all!
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Taken Away
Mark and Maureen sprung apart instantly. A mocha arm shot out, grabbing Maureen's wrist and pulling her off of the bench. "You're coming with me. " The voice said sternly, shoving her towards opened car door. "Do you know how worried I've been?"
"No. You can't make me come with you" Maureen said icily. "I'm a grown woman and I can do whatever the hell I want. I'm not scared of you anymore." Mark looked over at Maureen, panic showing on his face. "You're coming with me" the voice repeated, tightening the hold on her wrist. Maureen winced slightly, looking at Mark desperately.
Mark looked back at her. "Mo, I'm going to go back to the loft…okay? I'm going to go talk to Roger." He said, giving her a look. She nodded, swallowing back her tears. "Okay" she said quietly, watching him walk off.
Maureen was then shoved into the car. The car door was slammed and the person climbed in, driving off.
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Mark hurried back to the loft. He ran in, going over to the phone. "Roger, find me the phone book" he said, trying to catch his breath. "What? Why? Where's Maureen?" he asked, setting his guitar down and pulling the phone book out from under a table and watching the table topple over. "Who am I looking up?"
"Find Joanne's address. Her last name is Jefferson." He said, picking up the phone and dialing 911.
"WHAT? You let her go with JOANNE?" Roger cried, frantically flipping through the J section of the phone book. "I didn't let her!" he protested. "I'll tell you in a second." Roger rattled off Joanne's address to Mark as he told the operator what happened. Mark hung up, still looking panicked. "The police are there. They're sending an ambulance. Let's go."
Roger nodded, heading towards the door. "You can tell me on the way." He said, sliding down the stair rail. "Move it Cohen." He barked once he was at the bottom. "Maureen needs us."
Mark stumbled down the stairs, mumbling things under his breath. "Okay, let's go" Roger took off down the street. "Do you know how to get there?" Mark thought for a moment, sprinting after him. "Yeah. Just keep going straight."
Roger nodded. "Why the fuck did you let her go with Joanne?" he asked, trying not to strangle Mark. "I didn't let her go with Joanne. Joanne found us when we were on our walk. We were sort of kissing and she showed up and shoved Maureen into her car and drove off."
"You kissed her?" he asked, stopping in his tracks. Mark gulped, blushing. "She told me she kissed you too. She said something about having to make a choice between us and not knowing unless she kissed me too. Please don't be mad…" he begged, continuing down the street. "Look, we can talk about this after we know Maureen is safe."
The turned a corner and ran a couple more blocks before stopping at Joanne's apartment. The police were still there but there was no sign of Maureen.
"Where is she?" they both asked at the same time. The officer looked up. "We'll give you a ride to the hospital." Mark and Roger looked at each other, panicking. "The hospital?" Mark asked weakly. Roger pulled Mark into the waiting squad car, too stunned to say anything.
"She's going to be fine…" Roger murmured over and over until the car stopped. They both ran into the ER. They were sent to a room. It was empty. Maureen wasn't back yet.
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A/N: Wow. I really like cliffhangers. Cliffhangers are fun cuz I know what's going to happen and you don't. So review and you'll find out!