Philinda Stuff

Post Bahrain

   Before we get started with this very real and very heartbreaking story of Melinda Mays trauma I wanted to say a few things. First things first go check out AddiePlove account, shes my sister and if you think my stories are good then man...
you ain't seen nothing.
But anyway, next things next if you don't know the story of "The Calvary" then please either A go watch the episode "Melinda" on season two or watch this video real quick. But if you do know then by all means read away or you can watch the video if you want (warning it made me cry and I don't cry easily)
Ok this story has suicidal actions so if your touchy on the subject then I advise you not read this.
Also I'm so sorry for the wait, this story honestly took me forever. I'm not going to read over it right now so I'm honestly sorry for any and all incorrect grammar!
Alright and last final thing a big thank you to BlackrosesPhilinda who requested it!
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  May was sitting alone on her and Andrews bed. It had been a week sense May had gone on a mission to Bahrain and had to kill a little girl. She heaved a long sigh and tears rolled down her cheek, she didn't even bother to wipe them. Her knee was still injured but it didn't hurt as much to walk on it anymore. She really didn't care for physical pain in fact physically she was doing just fine... but mentally-

  "Melinda?" Andrews voice called. May quickly whipped her eyes and wrapped her grey robe tighter around her. Andrew walked into Mays room and then stopped to look at her, "I signed the papers... if you really want a divorce then I signed them." His voice was soft, comforting but also broken.

  She had broken him just as she broke everyone else around her. He didn't understand, she needed to protect him from herself she needed to protect everyone from herself.

  "Melinda?" Andrew pulled her out of her thoughts and she raised her head to look at him. He was wearing a tight white dress shirt and black pants with leather dress shoes. May just nodded and stood up limping a little to go somewhere else to think and be alone.

  Once she was passing Andrew he grabbed her arm and pulled her close towards him.

  "Come on Melinda talk to me.." May winced at his tight grip but he didn't let go, "what you did wasn't wrong, you had to protect your team." May ripped her arm from his grip and began to walk off again. "Damn it Melinda, I need you to talk!"

  "No!" May croaked. It had been so long sense she had talked and her unexercised vocal cords were still catching up.

  "Melinda I can't help you if you don't talk!" They were starting to walk down the stairs, May was gaining speed despite her debating knee.

  "I don't want nor need your help." 

  "Mel-."

  "No Andrew!" May snapped turning around on her heal. May was standing on the landing but Andrew was still on the third to last step. "Just leave it be, it's over the damage is done so make peace with it!" She stormed off and did her best not to limp, she heard a step creak which let her know that Andrew was upstairs.

  She started walking in a even faster pase passed their black piano and into the kitchen, she threw open the fridge and grabbed the Tequila bottle that was behind the milk. She quickly undid the lid fumbling a little bit and took a big sip. Her faced scrunched together at the bitter taste and she put a hand up to her mouth to wipe it.

  She closed the fridge door and then leaned heavily on their black marble counter with one hand and the other still nursing the bottle. She took another sip then set it on the counter and put her other hand on the counter. Her breaths were uneven and her mind was filled with memories.