Author's Notes: Thank you so much for the reviews ladies and gents, I really appreciate it. I have about 3 other fics (some of you know about them) that I'm working on, so it's going to be hard to update as quickly, but I promise you all that this fic is a definite priority.
I OWN NOTHING (but this story).
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Three
Angel slowly walked towards Mimi's bed, as Maureen quickly got off of Mimi. Collins held a firm grip on his girl, her staggered walking was an indication to him that Angel wasn't going to last very long without collapsing. Maureen stood on the side of the bed, her hand covering her mouth, still sobbing. Standing there emotionless, Angel stared at her best friend. "How could she be so foolish?" She whispered to Collins, who only nodded to give her an answer. "How could you be so foolish Mimi?"
Angel clenched her eyes tightly, feeling the pressure begin to cause a massive migraine. "Cómo podía ser por eso el Dios condena? tonto usted! ¿Usted no sabe que nos preocupamos?" Finally collapsing onto the floor, Angel pounded her fists on the bed. Collins tried to contain her, but there was no stopping her. "¡Lo odio! ¡Lo odio! ¡Lo odio! ¡Deseo que nunca lo conociera!"
Breaking herself loose from Collins' grasp, Angel fled the room crying. Running towards the kitchen and pulling out a knife, Angel raised it into the air pointing the knife towards her stomach. "No Angel!" Collins yelled as he practically tackled her, knocking the knife out of her hand. The knife flew across the cold kitchen floor, Mark frantically grabbing it and putting it into the drawer. "Don't you love me Angel?" The professor asked his love as she continued to cry out and fight him. "Don't you want to be with me?"
"I want Mimi! Give her back to me!"
Collins put Angel into a safe chokehold so she would calm down and wouldn't hurt herself further. "How could she do this to me! After all we've been through! She never gave a shit about me! She never gave a shit!"
Benny watched in horror as Angel began to wail in her grief, Collins was stunned by the screams. They were filled with agony, and almost sounded as if it was giving her a physical pain. Mark looked over to the man frowning; if Roger was sober he'd be kicking Benny's ass right about now. "What do you want Benny?"
The man shoved his hands into his pockets. "I came to see Mimi."
Maureen walked up to her ex-friend shoving him roughly. "You know damn well you shouldn't be here. Get the fuck out of here Benny, you've done enough." Benny looked into Maureen's eyes which were tired and red from crying. "Leave." Was all she said as she glared at him.
Joanne went for Maureen's arm, holding onto it tightly. "Maureen, not now honey please. Calm down."
"All he's ever wanted Mimi for was sex! Now he's come to pay his respects, you fucking bastard. No one to call at 3am in the morning anymore."
Benny was completely caught off guard by Maureen's strong, but true comments. He didn't know that anyone knew.
Angel looked over to Benny, anger growing into her by the second. "You! You made her like this! ¡Usted mató a mi mejor amigo! You fucking bastard!"
"I didn't do anything to Mimi!" Benny was fed up with the accusations; he hadn't seen Mimi in months.
Ripping herself free, Angel walked up to Benny eyeing him face to face. The man backed up a bit, cautious of Angel's angry state. But Angel stepped into his face, glaring at him with a fire he'd never seen in his life. "I swear to you Benny, nothing good will ever come to you. You'll be alone, and everyone will hate you. Caracterice mis palabras, no deseo nada bueno sobre usted. Usted se pudrirá en infierno donde usted pertenece."
Her words were chilling, sending a chill up his spine. Never taking her eyes off of him, Angel walked back towards Mimi's room slamming the door, even in Collins' face. The professor stood there at the door, at a loss of what to do. "I'll be right out here Ang."
Joanne was sitting on the couch, staring off until she looked up at Collins. "We should call the morgue."
Nodding, Collins walked over to Mimi's phone, dialing the operator. Joanne walked over to a distraught Maureen who was looking into the bathroom at Roger. "How long do you think he'll be like that?"
"I don't know Honeybear, I'm not sure how much was left. If it was a lot, it could be a couple of hours or so." Sighing, Maureen turned to hug Joanne who gladly obliged her girlfriend's embrace. "It's okay sweetheart, we're going to be okay."
The performance artist pulled back, the tears coming back to haunt her again. "But what about Mimi! She's not okay! She'll never be okay!"
Listening to all of this made Benny want to get the hell out of that place as soon as possible. Scribbling down some numbers on a post it note and laying a credit card onto the coffee table, the man left without a word.
"He left his bank card and his pin number." Mark said simply, putting it into his pocket. They would certainly be using this.
Collins walked into the living room out of breath from nervousness, he'd never had to do this in his entire life. "Morgue says they'll be here any minute."
"Better go tell Angel." Mark said gesturing his head towards the closed door.
Knocking, Collins leaned his head on the door. "Ang, we called the Morgue. They need to take her babe."
"NO!" Angel screamed from the other side. "I don't want them to touch her!"
"Angel please baby, they need to take her so that we can figure things out for her…funeral."
"I don't want them to see her this way!"
The professor was tired, stressed and completely out of it, he didn't want any bullshit from anyone, including Angel. Suddenly finding the energy to pound on the door, startling everyone, Collins yelled out to his love trying to get her mind back to where it needed to be. "GOD DAMMIT ANGEL OPEN THIS DOOR! ACTING HOW YOU'RE ACTING ISN'T GOING TO BRING HER BACK! OPEN THE DOOR, NOW!"
After a few seconds, the door slowly opened, revealing a completely different Angel then they'd ever seen before. This new Angel walked towards the fire escape, grabbing a cigarette from Mimi's golden box on the counter and lit it taking in a long drag. Mark could only look on to see Angel change right before their eyes; this was one angry, depressed and had no emotions. This Angel was very different indeed.
Soon after the men from the morgue arrived with their carrier, a folded white sheet in the middle of it. The two men that came in didn't look around them; they didn't look at anyone but were headed straight for Mimi's room. Collins stood by the fire escape to keep a look on Angel, but also to make sure she didn't watch Mimi leave in the way that no one her age should her leave, wrapped in a white sheet. One of Mimi's arms fell off of the carrier, revealing a blue bracelet her and Angel had made one day. Her fingers were slightly curled, and were even paler than before, Collins was glad they called when they did, she looked as if she was starting to decompose right then and there.
"We'll need a number to reach you at." One of the nurses said with a form in his hand. Quickly taking the form and filling it out, Collins gave the morgue 3 numbers in which they would reach someone with Angel's at the very top. "Just in case." The professor said handing it back to the man who sadly smiled and left.
Finishing her cigarette and stepping into the house with Collins' help, Angel walked into the bathroom pulling Roger onto her shoulders. Joanne took the other side, and together they hoisted Roger up to the loft and into his room. Angel pulled back his covers, while Joanne laid him in bed tucking his legs into the sheets. Kissing him gently on his forehead, Angel grabbed a hold of Collins hand and walked away. "We'll call tomorrow." Collins said as he was being pulled by Angel down the stairs.
It was extremely late and Joanne still had to work the next morning. "Call me when you figure out something." Hugging Mark tightly, she walked towards the front door of the loft. Maureen grabbed both of his hands, squeezing them gently. "Do you want us to stay? Are you going to be alright for a few hours?"
Mark smiled lightly. "I'll be fine. We'll be fine."
"I'll be back in a few hours." Kissing his cheek, Maureen grabbed a hold of Joanne's outstretched hand and walked to the staircase as well.
Finding Mimi's keys and locking the door to her flat, Mark sighed finally having the time to cry himself. Every step back to the loft was a painful one, and the tears flowed freely as he locked the door to the loft and eventually throwing himself onto his bed as he cried himself asleep.
Author's Notes: I honestly do feel that when Angel gets upset, the Spainish flows freely so bear with me on it. I'll always have the translation for you.
Cómo podía ser por eso el Dios condena? tonto usted! ¿Usted no sabe que nos preocupamos? - How could you be so God damned foolish! Don't you know that we care?
¡Lo odio! ¡Lo odio! ¡Lo odio! ¡Deseo que nunca lo conociera! - I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I wish I never met you!
¡Usted mató a mi mejor amigo! - You killed my best friend!
Caracterice mis palabras, no deseo nada bueno sobre usted. Usted se pudrirá en infierno donde usted pertenece – Mark my words, nothing good will come to you. You'll rot in hell where you belong.