Hey! so yeah, wanted to update sooner because I'm really getting into this story. I came up with sooo many idea's. No more updates every so and so months. Haha! I apologize for that, but onto the story! Hope this is okay, my sister gave me this mean idea here, you read the summery. Here comes the big one hahaha!! Nah, its sad. Onward!
Mimi's POV
Frozen, jaw clenched, hands balled into fists and feet nailed to thr ground. I was a statue at his sudden presence. Hearing his voice was music to my ears, but why all of a sudden was anger tapping me on the shoulder? I ignored it and told him to go away. "Hello, can we um, talk?" I asked, my mouth felt dry all I wanted was a drink.
Roger nodded and motioned me in. It was quiet, besides the shutter of Mark's film running from in his bedroom. Roger must've seen were my attention went. "Mark is working on a new documentary on supportive groups in NYC." Roger told me putting his hands in his pockets. I nodded and sat down on the couch were he sat on the other on facing me. "Mimi, listen I just wanna apologize for before.. I-I should've.." I cut him off.
"Roger no, I know what your gonna say. I don't know why I blew up. You just get under my skin sometimes and the damn purse was ugly." I said quickly. He made a face and shook his head. I nodded, no need in arguing about a damn purse again. I breathed in and out calming myself. "Well, I wanted to tell you I'm very sorry, and can we put this past us?" she asked.
Roger smiled and nodded, but to her apologie. Roger and Collins and Mark spoke that day, Mimi's mood swings went wild for no reason and have been for weeks. From her crazy upedy sex drive, to her sudden outbursts of anger or sadness. She cried last week because Roger stepped on a lady bug.. don't think somethings wrong?
"Mimi.." he started. Oh come on, what did he have to say to me? "I can put the purse behind us, and the fuckin slap.." he mummbled more but then went on. "You know I love you. But, somthing is wrong with you." My eyes widened and I clenched my fists tighter.
"what the hell does that mean?" I blurted out feeling anger creeping into me. I tried fighting it back but no such luck, because he went on.
"I've noticed you got huge mood swings and now I see it may be dangerous to you and people you love. I think you should come to the doctor with me tomarrow." he stated gently. He was only trying to help me, but I didn't feel I needed it. What the hell? He was my boyfriend, he wasn't supposed to do this to me.
"No, bullshit Davis I'm fine!" I snorted. He mearly sighed and shook his head coming over and taking my hands. "Mimi.. you need help. Angel told me, your bipolar? You need meds or help before you hurt yourself." Roger told me. What a bitch! That traitor, that backstabber that.. ugh! I was overcome with so much furry I didn't understand it.
Shaking my head I laughed halfheartedly. "I don't know why I came here, not at all. Waste of time.." I said pushing him away from me and standing up. I rushed to the door, inside screaming to stop and take his advice but my body wouldn't listen. That wasn't the worst of it..
"Mimi please, don't! We can work this out, don't run off again!" he called after me. I turned and could not stop myself, it was like some evil spirt went into my body and was controling my every move while I watched the greastest horror movie of my life.
"Fuck you Davis, we're through! You can't help me, I'm back on Heroin okay? You happy now?" I blurted out. I covered my mouth, suddenly having control of myself. But as hurt washed over his face, I turned and ran bolting down the stairs and out the doors, suddenly feeling a strong grasp on my wrist. Roger? Damn he was quick.
"Mimi, no! Please, don't do this. Okay your on drugs, we'll get through it." he pleaded. I wanted to smile at his support, but the spirt took over me again and I pulled from him rushing across the street. The worst part of the movie was about to come, when the big monster pops out and kills the defencless and hurt women. Only I was the women, and the monster was a pick-up truck going 30 miles per hour. All I heard was screetching tires, and Roger shouting my name in pure agony.
Everything went slow.. very very.. slow..
My body was hurled in the air, onto a hard surface that was moving, the sound of more screetching tires and my head cracked into glass. Shards slit my lip, eyebrow and cheak also my bare arms and some of my stomach. Everything was slow, black and white like a movie as I said. I saw Roger, and glass floating all around me. Fianlly the truck came to a stop sending me flying forward off the front of the car and onto the cold asphalt.
A door opened, a screaming women ran out and to my side lifting me and picking a piece of glass from my forhead, blood streaming down my face like someone poured juice on my head. My right arm ached, and I could feel the bone sticking out and the cold breeze hitting it sending an erie chill through my body. Then there was Roger, moving the lady, calling her a few names and lifting me, my limp body just hanging as he supported my head like a new born baby.
"Mimi, stay with me, Mimi! Mimi!" Roger yelled. My eyes were open, i know so because tears fell freely down my blood and dirt covered face. But everything was black, not a blurr, it was like having a dream. Knowing that everything looked like but really its alll black. I coughed, warm fluid spilling from my mouth. Blood. Damnit, you really did it this time Marquez.
An ambulance, cops, two men lifting me on a stretcher and Roger begging to come with me. Perfect ending to a perfect day. Yeah right, so close to death I could see him motioning me over with his boney finger. Then Roger, Roger.. the man I loved. everything went black, then my eyes opened. It was beautiful.
I was looking in a mirror, my hair and make-up done to perfection and a gorgeous white dress on my. It was our wedding. My father came, taking my arm and leading my down the ilse.. there he stood. Roger, my angel, along with Angel dressed in a very pretty blue dress that out did all the other brides maids. Maureen, Joanne, my younger sister. Everyone was there. It was perfect.
I stood before Roger, his smile brightening the whole room as we held hands while the priest spoke. This was perfect. Finally the i do's, ring exchanges and the kiss. Just as we went in, Roger moved to whisper in my ear. "I love you." I returned his words and as we went to kiss again he whispered. "Do me a favor?" I nodded. "Please wake up.."
My eyes shot open and my body lurched forward and my eyes opened. A doctor holding electric pads stepped back while Roger was at my side in a second. "Mimi! Thank god, are you okay?" he asked. I couldn't answer, I had something in my through and I was drooling. Gross.
I just blinked and moved a finger. "She's awake, thank god." a doctor said. Roger's face was covered in tears and blood on his hands. Mine of course. That dream.. it was my destiny wasn't it? I was supposed to live and marry Roger. "Mimi, I love you so much. Your gonna be okay, alright?" he said. I blinked twice and he knew I understood him. His lips went to my forhead and I closed my eyes. "Rest Mimi.. you deserve it." Roger whispered. I was out in a second, awaking in a feild of flowers.
Roger gripped my hand tightly, his other one rubbing my swollen abdomen. I felt movement within me, I was pregnant? It was a nice summer day, birds and all that corny shit. He kissed me and told me he loved me, taking both my hands and I could feel the cold hard metal of both our wedding bands on our fingers as we shared a long passionate kiss.
I woke up to the bright sun peaking through the room, Roger and Angel asleep in two reclineing chairs on either side of my bed. I groaned and yawned trying to stretch but felt imence pain in my arm and stomach. broken arm, fractured ribs and a fucked up ego. I was a mess, cuts on my face and bruises everywhere. Great huh? Reall great.
"Mimi chica, your up." Angel said sleepily and came to my side rubbing my face. It stung at first, but I relaxed into her tounch and smiled. "How are you feeling?" she asked me. "Horrible." i chocked. no tube, weird. "You've been out for 4 days. Your in bad shape Meems, and they found lots of drugs in your system." Angel said. I rolled my eyes and looked to roger who was sound asleep. I put him through hell, and tears ran down my face as I watched how peaceful he looked. Angel looked at him and smiled. "Good man you got there, he hasn't left sence that night. Took a shower, but didn't leave." Angel whispered. She kissed my forhead and shook him awake.
"What the fu- Hey." he smiled and got up coming to me. A wide smile formed on my battered face as he too stroked my cheak. "Mmm, h-ey baby." I chocked out, my voice raspy and my throat dry as hell. I made a motion with my hand, my good one for a drink which he got quickly and helped me down it. "Thanks." I said, my voice quiet but no longer dry and itchy.
"You okay?" he asked. I nodded and took his hand. "roger, I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me, I could have died." I whispered, more tears fell. "Shhh, its okay Meems. Just know that I'm here for you, no matter what. I love you." he whispered. I smiled.
I looked at Angel who was on the phone with Collins whispering about me waking up and everything then motioned Roger down. "Can I have a kiss?" I whispered. A wide smile formed on his face, and without a word he placed a long passionate kiss to my lips. It felt so good, and I was gonna beat this for my angel, Roger Davis.
sooo I couldn't think of a way to end it, well yeah thats kinda how i wanted it to end but couldn't put it way i had it set it my head. how was it? let me know! haha i feel good it took me only an hour to do this. : reviews would be lovely.