forum Romance Roleplay (Closed O/O)

Started March 02, 2020 by @Rainy_day_artist_classic group

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Lucas smiled weakly up at Mr. Brennahan. "It's been a day, for sure… I kept telling her that none of this is her fault, but she kept insisting that it was, and… it's kinda tiring. Feels like I'm not making any progress."

“Is she?” Mr. Brennahan sighed once again, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Well, I’m sorry to hear that. I’m not sure there’s much I can do about it, though.”

"Yeah… I know I'm a mess most of the time too, so I can't exactly judge." Lucas laughed weakly.

“That’s true. If it’s wearing you out, though, don’t feel like it’s your job to make her feel better." Mr. Brennahan hummed, loosely crossing his arms. "You’re not the one in charge of her, Lucas. So make sure not to take it so hard on yourself to make sure she's happy. Obviously I want you to care about her, but if it's hurting you in any way, make sure you're taking care of yourself.”

"R-Right…" Lucas toyed with the strings of his hoodie a bit. "I can't remember if I've taken my meds yet either, so um… that could be part of the stress problem…"

"Well, you should probably do that, then. I'll let you go." He hummed, coming up and gently ruffled his hair. "Go take care of yourself, alright?"

"Yes, sir… thank you, sir." Lucas got to his feet and bowed politely, heading out of the room to go take his meds.

Mr. Brennahan chuckled some, turning back to his desk to gather some of the papers he had spread out. When Lucas went down stairs, Melissa was no longer there, only Mrs. Brennahan who was sitting on the couch with some sort of book.

"Uhm… hi Mrs. Brennahan. Where did Melissa go?" Lucas asked as he headed into the kitchen to root around for his medication.

"Probably upstairs." She stated simply, not bothering to look up at him. The odd coldness was behind her voice, leaving a strange feeling in the room. What was strange was how similar the two women's voices were.

"R-Right… um… are you alright?" He asked, getting himself a glass of water and swallowing his pills.

Lifting her head up, she looked over to Lucas with an odd look. "I'm fine…" She replied, looking somewhat confused.

"Are you sure? You sound upset, ma'am…" Lucas rinsed his glass and stuck it in the dishwasher.

"I'm fine. Like I said." Mrs. Brennahan insisted, shutting her book. She got up, and looked up the stairs. "Was he busy, when you left?"

"Um… he's doing some paperwork, but… he's probably not too busy to talk to you if that's what you're wanting."

Mrs. Brennahan nodded a bit with his response. "Right. Thanks." She mumbled, starting to head up the stairs after that.

Lucas watched Mrs. Brennahan go up the stairs, obviously confused. He then headed up himself and knocked on Melissa's door.

Melissa didn't respond, but it sounded like she was in there. Which she was. Laying on her bed, she was hugging a pillow to her chest, tears running down her cheeks.

"Mel…?" Lucas carefully pushed open the door. "You okay?" He asked, heading over to the bed. "What happened?"

Melissa shook her head, facing the wall. She was picking at the fabric of the pillow case, keeping silent as she laid there.

"Melissa…" Lucas sat down beside Melissa and rubbed her back gently. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Melissa looked up at him, shaking her head a little. "N-No… unless you're w-willing to… to yell at m-my mom…" She mumbled, trembling some. "B-But I don't really want you t-to…"

"What did she say to you, Melissa?" Lucas asked gently, laying down with Melissa and holding her tightly.

"J-Just… just that I probably deserved i-it…" Melissa shrugged, brushing it off for the most part. "M'being over sensitive about it."

"Mel… she shouldn't have said that to you." Lucas sighed softly. "We should tell your dad."

Melissa shook her head, burying her face in his chest. "No, please don't… he's already dealing with enough. I- I don't want to hear them fighting."

"But your mom shouldn't be treating you like that, Melissa… okay? That's not good. That's… that's verbal abuse."

"B-But… but I can't stand it when they fight. It- it hurts worse, than anything she says." Melissa insisted in a weak tone, gripping onto his shirt. "I- I hate it. Please… I don't want them to fight."

"Melissa… we can't let this go on. What if it gets worse?" Lucas asked weakly. "What if she starts hurting you?"

“Please, just not today…” Melissa begged, looking up at him. Tears were running down her face as she tried to relax. “I- I’ll tell him sometime… I- I just can’t do it today.”