The loft door slid open. As soon as Collins saw Roger, he flew across the room, wrenched the gun out of his hand, and threw him to the ground.
"What the hell is your problem man?" the anarchist demanded. Maureen clung to Mark, sobbing. Mark wrapped his arms around his girlfriend in a futile attempt to calm her down.
"Leave me alone Collins," Roger mumbled as he got to his feet, and tried to get to his bedroom. Collies grabbed his arm, and threw him against the wall…hard.
"I said, what the hell is your problem?" Roger wiped away a trickle of blood by his mouth with the back of his hand.
"And I said fuck off!" Roger shoved Collins out of the way, and locked himself in his room.
Mark led Maureen over to the couch; she was shaking uncontrollably. He sat down, and she curled up on his lap.
"First April, and, and now Roger!" she sobbed. Mark rubbed her back in hopes of calming her down some. He was in shock, just like everyone else was. Benny picked up his wallet which was lying on the coffee table. It was the reason they had returned to the loft so early. Dinner was supposed to be on him, but he realized that his wallet was at home when he went to see how much money he had.
"Shh, it's okay baby," Mark told Maureen, even though he doubted his own words at that exact moment. Mark looked over at Collins. The anarchist was desperately trying to get into Roger's room.
"Collins, use the spare key," Benny told his friend. Collins felt around for the key to Roger's room, and unlocked the door. The second he got into Roger's room, Roger began to cuss and scream.
"Get the hell out of my room!" Roger yelled.
"No way! I want to make sure that there's nothing in here that you can hurt yourself with," Collins replied firmly. The three other Bohemians could hear Roger trying to shove Collins out of his room. Maureen buried her face deeper in Mark's chest.
"Take her to bed, Mark," Benny said firmly.
"No, I'm going to help you guys with Roger," the filmmaker replied.
"Mark, you have your girlfriend to think about. I'll stay out here, and help Collins." They could still hear Collins and Roger fighting. "Go on, we'll be fine."
"Okay, fine." Mark nudged Maureen for her to get up off his lap. She got up, and he led her to their room on the other side of the loft.
Mark watched Maureen get changed, and sighed. She was very distraught over Roger's suicide attempt. It was only a week and a half after April's suicide. April was Maureen's best friend, and Roger was like a brother to the diva. Maureen pulled on one of Mark's shirts, and curled up next to her boyfriend in bed.
"How are you doing?" Mark asked.
"How the hell do you think I'm doing? What kind of question is that?" Maureen snapped. Mark sighed.
"You know what I mean."
"I'm worried. What's going to happen to Roger? Are we going to send him away to a clinic or something?" Mark kissed the top of Maureen's head softly.
"I don't know Mo. I think we're going to keep him here though. After all, we're all he's got now." Maureen snuggled closer to Mark.
"Mmm…good night Pookie. I love you."
Slowly, Mark opened his eyes. He rolled over, and found Maureen fast asleep next to him. A noise in the other room caught the filmmaker's attention. He grabbed his glasses, and went to investigate. When Mark got to the front room, he noticed a light on in the bathroom, and the door wide open. Roger was standing by the toilet with his back to Mark. With shaking hands, the rocker reached into his jeans pocket, and pulled out his stash. He ripped open the baggie, dumped the contents into the toilet, and flushed. Mark smiled, and went back to bed.
A/N: yeah, I'm not in the mood to do another withdrawal story (which is where this one would lead). If you want one, check out Help Me, Please!, it's done now. Much love!