forum Romance Roleplay (Closed O/O)

Started March 02, 2020 by @Rainy_day_artist_classic group

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(I'll just skip it then aha. I've got a fair bit of therapy experience but it'll probably be easier to just have them talk about it after)
Lucas came out of the room about an hour later, looking very pale and shaky, but thankfully not crying. Although it did look like he had been considering the pink blotches on his cheeks. "H-Hey, Mel…"

(That's fair,)
Melissa had been anxiously sitting outside, chewing on her lower lip as she pulled on her hands. She glanced up when he spoke her name, a worried look washing over her face. "Hey… how- um, how'd it go?"

"Fine, I guess…" Lucas sighed and rubbed at his eyes with one hand. "We just talked a lot about my dad, so… you know…"

Melissa nodded a little, coming up and gently taking his hand. "Yeah… I- is there anything I can do?" She asked softly, reaching up to rest her hand on his cheek.

"Not really… let's just head back so I can get ready to go see my dad…" Lucas closed his eyes and leaned into Melissa's hand.

Melissa gave him a worried look, nodding a little before she kissed him. “Right… I- um, dad's outside. So… yeah.” She mumbled, quietly leading him out the door.

Lucas nodded a bit and quietly followed Melissa, still pretty shaky by the time he sat down in the car. "Sorry for the wait, sir…"

“It’s alright, Lucas.” Mr. Brennahan hummed, shutting his laptop when the two got in the car. “It’s a therapy session, I didn’t expect it to be short.” He hummed a bit, not mentioning his shaky state. Melissa gently rested her head on Lucas’s shoulder, holding onto his hand.

(Asdgjk I'm sorry I thought I replied-)
"R-Right…" Lucas held a bit tighter to Melissa's hand, anxiously tapping one foot on the floor of the car. "Are we still planning on going to visit my father, sir?"

(It’s all good- just wanted to make sure it went through.)

Mr. Brennahan glanced back at Lucas, hesitating before nodding. “I mean- I was. But if you need a day, I’m sure we can push it.” He stated, giving Lucas a soft look. Melissa glanced up at him, lacing her fingers with his. “Do you want to wait? You seem kinda rattled already…”

"I… um… I-I honestly don't know…" Lucas sighed softly. "It might be better to get it over with so I'm not super stressed two days in a row…"

“Yeah… but I don’t think it’s a good idea to push yourself too far. You really think you’ll be okay?” Melissa asked softly, gently running her fingers through his hair.

Lucas shrugged a bit. "I'm not gonna be okay regardless of when we go. It's just… not going to be a good time."

Melissa let out a weak sigh, nodding a little. “Yeah I guess so… I just- I dunno.” She mumbled, reatinn her head on his shoulder. Mr. Brennahan looked back at Lucas, giving him a gentle smile. “Well, we’re here for you. If you want to go today, then I’ll take you.”

Lucas nodded weakly and closed his eyes, running his fingers through his hair. "I… I think I'll feel better after I go. I'll feel less guilty, anyway. I just feel really bad that I haven't gone to see him yet, I guess… I mean, it's been months."

“Then we’ll go. So you don’t have to worry about it anymore.” Mr. Brennahan hummed, keeping his eyes on the road as he drove. “We’re going there now, I’m assuming?”

Lucas hesitated before nodding again. "Yeah… hopefully I'll be calmer by the time we get there. I'll focus on that…" He kept his eyes closed as he tried to relax.

“Alright…” Mr. Brennahan mumbled, letting silence settle in the car. Melissa, too timid to speak up at the moment, gently rubbed the back of his hand as she sat with him. She didn’t want to say something, and make things worse. So she didn’t bother to say anything.

Lucas looked up when the car stopped outside of the prison. He'd relaxed some on the way, but his anxiety spiked again as soon as he saw the building. "Alright… let's get this over with…" He murmured as he got out of the car.

Melissa followed along, offering him a hand to hold onto. Mr. Brennahan was following behind loosely, after locking the car. “You’re gonna be just fine, darling.” She whispered, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

Lucas took Melissa's hand and faltered a bit before he entered the building. He couldn't turn back now. He'd gotten too far. He glanced back to make sure Mr. Brennahan was following before he continued on. "Who am I supposed to go to?" He muttered under his breath, looking around cluelessly.

“I have no clue… my dad might know.” Melissa whispered in return, glancing back at her dad. When he caught her gaze, he picked up the pace and stepped up beside them before quietly leading the way. After a couple of minutes at the front desk, the three of them were headed back, an officer leading them. “You’re gonna be fine… “

I feel like I'm going to throw up or something… Lucas swallowed nervously as he followed the officer along, his hands starting to tremble. "R-Right… I… I think I have to go in alone…"

Melissa looked up at him, letting out a weak sigh. "Yeah… but just like earlier, I'll be right out here if you need or want me." She stated gently, standing on her toes to gently kiss him. "You're gonna be just fine, alright? I promise nothing is going to happen to you."

(Oh boy monologue time)
Lucas nodded weakly and returned the kiss before heading into the room alone. He sat down in a chair across from his father, the two of them separated by glass. Lucas swallowed nervously as he looked up at his father; the man who had made his life hell for years.
"So…" Lucas cleared his throat awkwardly. "How've you been?" His father scoffed a bit.
"Fine, all things considered. You came here to mock me, huh?"
"W-What? Of course not! I just… thought I should visit you."
"Yeah, I'm sure. Came to see your fine work. After all, it's your fault I'm stuck in here for years."
Lucas faltered, and then glared at his father. "My fault?! You're trying to pin this all on me?!" He yelled. He was sick and tired of this, and now that his father couldn't get to him, he felt a bit braver. "No, you know what? I've put up with this shit for far too long. I never did fucking anything to you. It was never my fault that mom died, and if anything, it's your fault that Claus killed himself! You never helped us and we were the ones who saw mom die with our own eyes! You never did anything but become a worthless drunk and beat your kids! It's your fault that you're stuck in this hole, and yours alone!" He pounded the glass with one fist, trembling with fury. He'd gotten loud enough that he could probably be heard from outside the room.

(Oof-)
Melissa could hear the yelling, but just assumed it came from his dad. She nervously picked at her clothes, foot tapping on the ground anxiously. She couldn't sit still, eyes glancing around the room as she waited. When Lucas had slammed on the glass, the sound had made Melissa jump. Mr. Brennahan gave Melissa a gentle look, hesitantly wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "He's going to be fine…" Mr. Brennahan stated, letting Melissa lean up against him to try and distract herself.

"And you know why I haven't come to visit you in months?!" Lucas continued. "Because I tried to kill myself and had to be hospitalized until a couple weeks ago!"
"Well, maybe you should've finished the job!"
"You bastard! I don't know why I put up with you for so long!" Lucas pounded on the glass again, absolutely seething. "I honestly don't know how people like you can even exist. What went wrong to make you think this is okay?! You're not even drunk right now! You're lucky I bothered to come visit you at all, Flint. You don't fucking deserve to be called my father anymore." He growled, his hair a bit disheveled from him getting worked up. "This was a mistake. I thought maybe you'd changed during your time here, but I was wrong. This is the last time I'm going to see you willingly." He got up and stormed off, coming out of the room to where Melissa and her father were. "God, that asshole hasn't changed at all!" He punched the concrete wall as hard as he could, trembling with his rage. His knuckles were bleeding now, but he didn't seem to care.

Melissa looked up at Lucas when he stormed out, taken aback by his fury. She got up from her seat, walking up to where he stood. "Lu- I… um, what happened-" She mumbled, reaching over to taking his bleeding hand. "Never mind- it's none of my business. Are- are you okay?" She asked weakly, seeming hesitant to do anything at the moment. She hadn't seen him like this and was actually scared to say something that might make things worse. Mr. Brennahan had gotten up as well, giving Lucas a concerned look, very similar to Melissa's.