#johnathan-parsons

FIGHT CLUB. ​

Lara. Lara. Lara. Lara. Lara.

It was all that running through her mind, and her ex-husband who sat to her side was like a burning realisation that she’d ben lied to. By all of them. Melissa looked at Johnathan with undying disbelief, mouth ajar as it hit her. There was an air about her in that moment that was uncommon. This kind of anger he’d seen before, their arguments had been the test of battles upon a field. Scary to most, but normal to them. 

But this? This was beyond recompense. 

‘‘Am I not trustworthy enough to be let in on this huge fucking family secret? Is that it?’‘ She whispered under heated breath. ‘’And I pray that you have an answer that’s good enough Johnathan.’’ For once she’d been enjoying his company, had even laughed some. But now, as it always had been with them. One step forward meant three back. ‘’Because I thought we’d built this whole foundation that we had on trust. Which you obviously lack.’’ 

The dress clung tightly to the curve of her outline, eyes slowly gazing at the others in the room. Oh, this was fun, she thought to herself as Melissa stood there with a tall drink in hand and a smile that resembled the devil on his favorite day. All she could do was kink a brow in Johnathan’s general direction when he came into view; the loose puppy was without his own child-bride, her flaky attempt at keeping the smirk from her lips had all but vanished. 

‘‘Johnathan, my dearest---’‘ Melissa purred, her voice soft but hardened. The words along made her cringe on the spot, an unfamiliar sensation using such sweet words for a man that deserved anything but on the best of days ‘‘--- If looks could kill, I’d be chucking dirt on your grave.’‘ Pursing her lips, she gave him a once over. ‘‘Someone else on the cards already? She isn’t younger than Jess, is she?’‘ Melissa was finding this so entertaining, she wasn’t sure she ever wanted to stop; But her hopes of seeing the behind of the brunette had her even more invested. 

LOCATION: JOHN’S OFFICE. 

She smashed through the door with force, her ice cold nature blasting the room, rage plastered across her features, with narrowed eyes upon her ex husband; Melissa was seething. John didn’t see everything she did for him, still, when he’d come home with someone new. ‘’Where is Zoe?’’ She raged. ‘’Not that I really care where she is, she’s far away from the monster she calls father.’’ --- She knew she would test John’s patience, as he did hers. 

WHERE: The Hospital. 

Melissa lay in the hospital bed, lumpy and uncomfortable surrounded by the sterile whiteness of the room. The constant beep of machines echoed, providing an unsettling soundtrack to her aggrivation. Fixated on the plain ceiling, she wrestled with what to do.

Étienne's face loomed large in her thoughts. She couldn't forget the coldness in his eyes when he swung the bat at her, the sickening thud as it connected with her face. The pain had been unbearable, and it had left her broken, both physically and emotionally. Although she’d never be the one to admit that.

Even if she could talk. 

Johnathan had been by her side for years, a colleauge, an ex-husband, a liability and a friend. And yet she still found herself unwanting to burden him. Still, she’d text him before she had a moment to think over exactly what she was doing. So when the door creaked open, turning her head to see the figure in the door way she huffed a breath through her nose in way of greeting.

She had to tell him. She couldn’t let anyone else be the one to do it. 

MELISSA LIN. FT. FIGHT CLUB 2022.

Accompanied by @johnathan-parsons

Melissa: I haven't seen you yet.

Melissa: You having fun at the awards?

Melissa's deep chocolate orbs glanced up from the papers that littered the old oak desk that would undoubtedly fall from the slightest knock. For the woman who had everything, she was unwilling to replace the hunk of wood that she called her work space. An old desk with features that reminded her of a 1900s writer. It was beautiful, but time had its way with it, that now it with foot steps.  

It left odd questions from those in her office; although none of them would ever have the guts, the question, the oddity. Why would she keep it? When it was so close to falling? But her eyes said enough, an untold story. They would leave it alone. 

It'd been a gift, long ago, given to her by Andrew. 

Some things, even Melissa, held sentimental attachment too. Most people held theirs towards their offspring. That only left a sour taste in her mouth. She had kept nothing of Zoe's. There was no need. All it brought her was a grimace and a void feeling in her soul. The gift from Andrew often had her fingers trailing over the scuffs and indents. Happier memories than right now came to mind; those of achievement and retribution. 

The glass walls of her office, however, left no privacy when needed, except the room divider she'd installed for the more private meetings. Even she needed time to herself. A business woman with the need to deliberate with her clients without the interruption of those who didn't need to know the ins and outs. 

Standing up, she let her hands smooth down the fabric of her hot red suit, a smirk slipping across her thin lips. Melissa Lin knew how to make herself look smart and presentable with the art of business; rolling her shoulders back.

Then she saw him. Her heels clicked to the door as she swung it open.

''Johnathan, a word?''