A Secret Between Us

Eleven: Can’t Keep Track of Each Fallen Robin


Mimi’s POV
 

“Did you have fun with Angel Sunday night?” I heard him ask tiredly, his arm came around my waist stopping before he reached all the way around to pull me against him. His hand brushed my hair away from my face, Mark pressed a kiss against my cheek.

Right. Four days before I went out with Angel. “It was fun.” I said. Closing my eyes I wanted to get just a little more sleep before facing the rest of the day. Roger and I were officially broken up as two days before thankfully Mark was able to find time to visit me while Roger thought he was out filming. I made Mark promise to get all of his work done before coming to visit on those days, he always said he had everything done, but come let’s face it he would have finished his film a lot sooner if that were true.

He sat up, “I better go.” Mark kissed me one more time before he began putting on his clothes. “Do you need me to get you anything?” He asked, opening the door letting the light hit my eyes.

“No.” I rolled over pulling the cover over my head to block the sun, “Please lock the door on your way out.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

“Hey what’s wrong?”

I heard him coming towards the bed again, slow steps, he was missing a shoe the second step was softer. I didn’t move from beneath the white sheets, “Nothing, honey, just tired.” I kept my eyes closed tightly even though he couldn’t see me.

“Need me to get your medicine?”

I could see his worried expression in my head, the wrinkle in his forehead his eyes a little glassy. Peeking out from under the covers I saw him, “I’m fine. I promise. I love you.”

Mark smiled, “I love you too.”

When I heard the door to the hall lock I rolled over again tangling myself in the bed sheets, his scarf was near the foot of the bed beneath the covers I grabbed onto it. No wonder he couldn’t find it. I wrapped it against my wrists and took a deep sniff, the musky scent of us and old sex. Fuckin’ beautiful.

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Mark’s POV

The Loft

“Maureen called.” Roger told me first thing when I came in the door. He was sitting at the table thumbing through the box of capn’ crunch for all of the berry shaped pieces to put into his cereal. “I didn’t hear you get up this morning.”

I swallowed hard, “I-I can’t imagine you would, you know the best lighting for pictures is in the early morning.” That was total bullshit he knew I hated shooting early in the morning, please don’t ask me anything else, I prayed silently to whoever would listen.

“Right.” Roger didn’t poured the milk into his cereal, thankfully he didn’t press the subject.

“What did she say?” I asked as I set my camera bag down on the couch.

“Who?”

“Maureen? You said she called?”

“How the hell should I know? I didn’t answer the phone, she left a message.”

Of course. “Oh.” The message on the machine was insane, she and Joanne were on the verge of yet another break up she thought she was going to go crazy and needed some company.

“You goin’?”

I shook my head as I headed to the bathroom for a much needed shower, “Not today.”

“That’s a first. You must have it bad for someone else.”

I laughed, “If you say so.” If only you knew.

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Mimi’s POV

Cat Scratch Club

Three weeks later

That night was another special only I had no one to dance for. Black leather and purple lace was the outfit, much less then the school girl outfit, purple panties with leather straps hooked to the waist band it went up my body crisscrossing along my stomach, chest and back. The thing was a bitch to put on.

I even had to go as far as black nail polish painting my fingers and toes, my wrists locked together by a new pair of cuffs. Only lately did I prefer the soft scarf holding them together over my head.

I let the music carry me through, closing my eyes as the other girls slipped the silk blind fold over my eyes. I imagined dancing for Mark. Just Mark in my bedroom.

The crowd went wild.

When it was over I went into the back to change, I heard a few my male co-workers talking about the Man, apparently he had been out up until a month ago. I’d spent so much time with the Mark/Roger drama I hardly I had time to think about it.

“Don’t even think about it, girlie.”

I spun around to see Benny staring down at me, I rolled my eyes at him, “Shouldn’t you be ripping a poor woman and children of their home?”

He sighed, “Funny. I’m not here to make jokes, Mimi.” Benny grabbed my arm tightly I felt anger rise in me so fast at that moment I wanted to rip out one of his eyes.

“Well what is it I have somewhere to go.” I jerked away from him.

“It’s about Angel.”

“What about her?”

“He’s in the hospital.”

Oh god, no......I felt like I was going to throw up, “C-Can you take me to her?”