Life's not fair. Mimi knew this all too well, yet somehow this came as a shock. A huge shock. Then again, it was mildly... erm, extremely... unexpected. She stood, watching Samantha suck on Roger's face, eyes wide. She looked at Collins, tears touching her eyes as the two kissed. Hardly five minutes ago, Roger had been kissing her like that. Hardly two minutes ago, Collins had promised her Roger wouldn't cheat on her, wouldn't go back to Samantha.
"Roger." The word came out coldly, barely above a whisper. It was enough to send Roger's head flying in Mimi and Collins' direction.
His eyes grew wide. "Mimi..." Roger looked from Samantha to Mimi, back to Samantha. "Shit."
"You're in deep shit, bro," Collins said. His eyes narrowed. "And I'm not just saying with your girlfriend." The word was thrown in Samantha's direction, and got the exact effect he wanted. Samantha turned, eyes wide, to Roger.
"She's your girlfriend?"
Roger nodded.
"Not anymore I'm not," Mimi said, her voice cracking.
"Meems... please... let me explain." He tried to go and touch her but she slapped his hand away.
"What was all that shit, Roger? All you've ever been about is being true, not cheating. 'You'll never find real love, until you love yourself'. What was that, Roger? All crap?" Tears touched her eyes. "And how can you even try to call me that after what you just did?" 'Meems' was affectionite. This... this was anything but.
"Mimi... please, we were just getting to know each other again."
"So that's how you get to know the girl you almost married?"
Samantha looked at Roger. "You told her?"
"No!" Roger cried. He eyed Collins. "Did you?"
"Guilty as charged." Collins shrugged. It appeared he didn't really care. "But you know what, Roger? I'm glad I did. I'm glad I told Mimi. You were never going to. She deserved to know."
"I was going to tell you, Mimi, I really was," Roger said, looking at her desparetly. It was evident that he felt bad, but to Mimi, it wasn't enough. He had cheated on her. If there was one thing she could say, it was that she had never cheated on him. She had gone behind his back and gotten back into drugs, but never cheated on him.
"When?" she asked coldly. "When were you going to tell me?"
"After I..." He sighed. "After I proposed."
Proposed. The word stung. He had been planning on asking her to be his wife, and he had done this... this which was unforgivable. How could he have dared... he could he? Mimi did nothing for a few seconds, looking down at the floor of the apartment, before looking back up. It was no longer tears of hurt that lingered in her eyes. She was angry. To put it frankly, pissed. It seemed slow as she struck his face with her hand. Everything sped up as she turned on her heel and ran, just ran.
"Mimi! Where are you going?" Collins called, his shout echoing through the stairway.
"Somewhere!" she screamed back. "Anywhere but here!"
And suddenly it hit her. She knew where she had to go.
Work.