A/N: I have no idea what was going through my mind when I decided to write this. I don't know whether or not to continue this, please review and let me know what you think! These characters belong to the amazing Jonathan Larson.
Mimi POV:
The Cat Scratch Club. That's where I work, where I have worked for the past three years. At first it was just an easy way for an eighteen year old high-school drop out to make enough money to support a growing drug addiction…but now, now that I'm twenty-one, clean, and in a steady relationship, I'm looking for something a little different.
It's 12:00 now and I'm done for the night, chatting backstage with Winter and her new boyfriend Trent.
"Winter!" Ginger struts backstage, motioning in our direction. "You're on, Hon."
"See ya, Meems." Winter waves to us and then disappears through the backstage door where screaming and clapping can be heard from back here. I gather up my street clothes and look at my watch. Shit, it's 12:05 already and I told Roger I'd be back by midnight sharp. I don't want him to think I was out with Benny again, so instead of changing back into my street clothes like I usually do, I decide it would save time to just go home in what I'm wearing now: A tight vinyl mini skirt, knee-high platform boots with pointed heels, and a leather halter top. Not exactly decent but…I'm just three blocks away from home and anyway, I figure this will make up my being late again to Roger.
I walk out of the club and start walking home when I hear a voice behind me.
"Can I offer you a ride home?"
I turn around, startled because I thought I was alone, and I see Winter's boyfriend, Trent, right behind me.
"No thanks, I'm just three blocks away." I turn around again and begin to walk away when I feel a sharp hand on my shoulder turning me around.
"Are you sure?" Trent backs me up against the brick wall of the alley I find myself standing in, and leans his body heavily against mine, his face much too close to comfort. I try to push him away but he's about a foot taller than me and at least thirty pounds heavier. I'm starting to get really scared now.
"Aren't you going out with Winter?"
He doesn't answer, just pushes me up further against the wall, making escape impossible. I suddenly feel a hand crawling up my thigh, under my skirt, and I begin to scream but am quickly silenced by his rough lips and his tongue being forced into my mouth.
I find myself being pushed heavily onto the ground on my stomach and hear the sickening sound of vinyl and leather ripping. Then a body crushes heavily against my own, tearing inside me, and crushing me until I am barely able to breathe and am about to pass out from the pain. The blackness is creeping over me as muscles tear, souls are broken, and I let myself give into the sickening darkness that is enveloping me quickly.
Roger POV:
I look at my watch, it's almost 1:30. I've been waiting here in the hallway in front of Mimi's apartment for an hour and a half and I'm really starting to get worried now. She's been late before, but usually not this late. I'm about to go upstairs and grab my coat to look for her when I hear soft sobs and familiar footsteps coming up the stairs.
I have to gasp when I see Mimi. Her clothes are ripped, she's bruised all over, and her face is red and puffy, her makeup running in black rivers down her cheeks and pooling under her bloodshot eyes.
"Shit, oh my God, Mimi, what the hell happened?"
She looks almost frightened to see me and I go over to her, putting an arm around her to comfort her and to help her get to her apartment since she looks like she's in pain and having trouble walking. But as soon as I touch her she starts screaming and hitting me, begging me to get off and not hurt her.
Mimi POV:
As soon as I saw Roger quickly approaching me I knew this wasn't going to be good. He put his arm around my waist and the second I felt his skin touch mine I was immediately jolted back to an hour ago. I'm in that alley again with Trent, being hurt, being violated, being raped. This isn't Roger's gentle touch anymore, it's Trent's violent one, his hands groping all over my body, ripping at my clothes, thrusting painfully into me…
"Get off, please! Get away from me, please, please stop! Just go away, get fuck off of me!!" I scream and hit Trent, trying to bite him, kick him, anything to get him away from me. But he doesn't relent, he keeps pushing into me, keeps violating me until suddenly…suddenly I feel someone tear him away from me and I open my eyes and see…Mark? I'm suddenly thrown back into the present again, back in the hall in front of my apartment, face to face with Roger, looking wide eyed and terrified, Mark holding him back, obviously so he couldn't touch me anymore.
Embarrassed and frightened, I turn around and run into my apartment, lock the door, and take a scalding bath, trying to wash away his touch, his scent, his presence…everything about tonight off of me. I scrub myself for a good hour or so and repeat the process, then finally get out and burn the clothes I was wearing tonight. I climb into bed, sobbing and having flashbacks throughout the entire night.
Roger POV:
"Mark…shit, what the fuck just happened??" I turn to Mark, who gives me a funny look but says nothing, just stares at me, his expression a mixture of terror and disbelief. Finally, after a long while he speaks.
"Rog…did you…she…Roger, she was bleeding."
I look at him, not understanding what he's trying to say…or maybe just not wanting to.
"There was blood all over the back of her skirt and her legs."
I stare at him again but then it finally clicks. "Oh my God, oh my God, when I find out who did this to her…Mark, I'm gonna kill him! I'll rip his fucking throat out, I'll fucking castrate that sorry son of a bitch!!"
"Rog, wait, calm down…" He's still holding me back, probably afraid that I'll go out and hunt down that bastard…if he wasn't, I probably would. "We don't even know if that's what happened yet, let's just wait, ok? We'll talk to Mimi first thing tomorrow and find out what happened. And then…then you can kill him."
I turn around and stare at Mark, not believing that those words came out of his mouth. His expression is one of rage, I can see fire burning in his deep blue eyes. I don't ever think I've seen him this angry before. And if he's that angry, you can be pretty sure that I'm about to go out a commit a pretty violent homicide. But I don't, mainly only because Mark's grip on me is strong, preventing me from hunting down that son of a bitch and fucking ripping him apart.
We sit down and wait for Mimi to come out of her apartment but she doesn't, and eventually Mark and I fall asleep in the hallway, waiting.