"Cups of the Rose
Bitches in my old phone
I should call one and go home
I've been in this club too long
The woman that I would try
is happy with a good guy
But I've been drinking so much
That I'ma call her anyway and say
"Fuck that nigga that you love so bad
I know you still think about the times we had"
I say "fuck that nigga that you think you found
And since you picked up I know he's not around" -Marvin's Room by Drake
"Damn," Detective Tutuola mumbled as he looked at the old clock hanging on the grimy walls of the dingy bar. He was fucking drunk. It had become a normal thing for him in the past eight months. He would come to this rinky-dink bar and drown his sorrows in alcohol. Eight months ago he had lost the only thing that mattered in his life. He lost Melinda, the one woman he actually loved.
He hadn't moved on. He didn't think he ever would, but she had. She was with Detective Elliot Stabler now, and as much as he hated that, he couldn't say anything bad about Elliot. He was a great detective and a good man, who made her happy.
He then found himself flipping through his contacts on his phone. The name Mel was highlighted on the illuminated screen. He pressed the green call button, placing the phone next to his ear. The ringing seemed to draw out as he waited for answer.
"Hmm," Dr. Warner sighed in contentment as she leaned back into Elliot's chest. Her eyes closed as she felt him place a soft kiss on her lips. She was happy. She thought that after her and Fin broke up, she would never be happy again. Elliot had showed her the happiness that she needed. He helped her move on with her life. Eight months ago she had lost Fin, but she found Elliot, the man she truly loved.
Suddenly the high-pitched ring of her cell phone filled the room. She groaned as she got off of the couch, picking up her cell phone from the coffee table before walking to the kitchen to take the call.
"Hello?" She answered, not bothering to look at the caller I.D.
After what seemed like an eternity of ringing, he heard her beautiful voice answer the phone.
"Hey Melinda," Fin said as memories of their relationship assaulted his mind.
"Fin?" She questioned incredulously.
"Melinda, why are you with him? You should be with me Melinda." He spoke, a tone of longing in his voice.
"Fin… please stop… why did you call?" She asked. Her voice cracking slightly as she was assaulted with the same memories.
"I called because you deserve better than Elliot. I can give you better. I'd do anything for you Melinda. I'm sorry about everything. Please give me another chance." He pleaded wanting nothing more than for her to be back in his arms.
"I'm sorry Fin, but I love Elliot now." She whispered, letting a small tear roll down her cheek. She didn't know why she was crying. Maybe it was because she knew deep down, she would never fully stop loving Fin, but for now, she just wanted to love Elliot.
"No… Melinda…please… I love you, Melinda."
"I'm sorry," He heard her whisper before the line went dead.
He slowly pulled the phone away from his ear. He may have been drunk, but he meant every word he said. Alcohol was truly liquid courage. He dropped money on the bar counter before walking out Harry's Bar. He was just meant to be a lonely man.
AN: So did ya like it? This was just a random thought I had in my head, while listening to Marvin's Room by Drake. Leave me a review.
-Payton :)