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You are more than that part 2

Summary: You applied to be a third-grade teacher in Philadelphia in an attempt to quietly leave your partner behind and start a new chapter in your life. However, your boyfriend managed to get hold of your plans and applied for a crew member position at Abbott Elementary for a future project. What happens in that moment when Ms. Schemmenti investigates something concerning about your boyfriend. Will she initiate an investigation or support you?

Part 1

Word count: 3.6k

Warnings: Homophobia, mentions of violence, little angst, protective Melissa, mentions of church\religion, fluff, comfort, soft Melissa, dialogue in italian I translated it so sorry for any mistakes!

Author's note: Thank you guys so much for your support. I really appreciate it! It gave me confidence to write more. You asked for a second part, I hope you enjoy it. Feedback is always appreciated!

Her eyes bore into him, a piercing gaze that dissected his bravado with a cold precision. The mocking cadence of her voice was a calculated symphony, each note playing a part in dismantling the illusion of toughness he sought to project. In that moment, she stood as the maestro of his humiliation, orchestrating a composition that reverberated with the echoes of his perceived arrogance.

A wry smile played on her lips, a silent challenge issued in the face of his posturing. The "bad boy" façade crumbled under the weight of her scrutiny, revealing the vulnerability that lay beneath the surface.

The atmosphere hung heavy with tension, a charged stillness that underscored the power dynamic in that fleeting moment. She had effortlessly seized control, one swing of her favourite bat. BAM darkness…

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As the sun began to rise over South Philodelphia Melissa was coming home from the hang out with her boys, as if you even can call it like such. Walk home was quiet. Morning fresh air was pleasantly giving a chilling sensation to her warm body. That was definitely what she needed. To ease her temper down, not even physically but mentally. She needs to think it through…

“How to explain to you what has happened? Why did she do that? Why are you important to her? Why does she even care in the first place? Why did she let you see her soft side?”

Even now she doesn't care about herself, what is going to happen to her after what she has done. That does not matter. She will be fine, if not she knows a guy. She will be fine. Redhead felt relieved that you were never gonna be in danger again. Now she is by your side and you are her family, even though she hasn't even done her move on you yet. Sure she kissed you, opened her heart and talked about her feelings. But officially ask you to be her girlfriend? Not yet. She doesn't want to force herself on you. Make you feel obligated to reciprocate her feelings because she did something for you. Maybe you just were under stress and all that was just emotions talking. She wanted to make you feel as comfortable as possible.

While her thoughts carried her away from the chilly morning she was already at her doorstep. With her keys in her hand she tried to suppress the sound that might wake you up. Pressing the door with her body weight to smoothly push it open. Also she needs to consider her appearance might look quite scary with a bloody baseball bat in the other hand. As quietly as possible she sneaked in. Carefully putting her trustful weapon near the door entrance. Everything was smooth until her phone rang.

“Son of a bitch” she hissed out.

But when she saw a caller's id her temper dissolved.

“Ehi Vinny, hai finito quello che ti ho chiesto?"

(Hey Vinny, have you finished what I asked you about?) She whispered suppressing her voice. Even though you can’t understand the language she still was stressing a little bit.

“Già fatto capo”

(Already done boss) he answered humorously.

“Ma sai che sto aspettando il tuo fantastico branzino, le lasagne o la pasta? Magari a cena con te e la tua ragazza?".

(But you know I’m waiting for your amazing branzino, lasagna or pasta? Maybe dinner with you and your girl?) He asked teasingly

“Oh, fermati Vin, ti cucinerò tutto quello che vuoi. E perché tu sappia che non è la mia ragazza...".

(Oh stop Vin I’m gonna cook you whatever ya want. And so you know she is not my girl…) she sadly smiles at the last words. Little pang of sadness is somewhere deep in her heart.

“Non dirmi che non glielo hai ancora chiesto? Perché a mia memoria è stata la prima signora a cui hai riservato un simile trattamento... e a chiedere a me e ai ragazzi questo favore"

Don’t tell me you haven’t asked her yet? Because in my memory it’s been the first lady that you gave such a treatment… and asking me and da boys for this favour.)

“Oh, ma stai zitto! Non conosco ancora Vinny... È molto più giovane e questa notte è venuta da me piangendo istericamente, ovviamente l'ho aiutata. È la mia migliore amica. Quindi come potrei rifiutare?".

(Oh shut it will ya? I don’t know Vinny yet … She is much younger and she came to me this night hysterically crying, of course I helped her. She’s my best friend. So how could I decline?”) She fires back defensively, placing her hands under her chest.

“Per quanto mi ricordo, eri disposto a uccidere solo per Barbara... e se questa ragazza è più speciale della Leggendaria Barbara Howard. So che hai un paio di palle d'acciaio e tutto quell'abbigliamento da duro. Ma ti prego, cerca di sopprimere tutto questo in nome dell'amore! Per favore?".

(As far as I remember you were willing only to kill for Barbara… and if this girl is more special than The Legendary Barbara Howard. I know you have a steel set of balls and all that tough attire. But please try to suppress all this in the name of love?! Please?”)

“Oi da quando sei un signor Cupido?".

(Oi since when you are a Mr Cupid?) She sarcastically snorted, rolling her eyes.

“Da quando ho visto come i tuoi occhi fiammeggiavano di fuoco... se non ti avessi fermato... sarebbe morto”.

(Since I saw how your eyes were flaming with fire… if I wouldnt stop you.. he would be dead.) Vinny gently reminded her.

Melissa has a quick glance at the covered with blood baseball bat. Her pupils slightly delayed from the flashbacks from the night were flashing in her mind. Still fresh enough to relive every single detail. How Vinny practically dragged her out from James' pathetic trembling body. How she fired every single insult she could remember. How she could see only red in front of her eyes. The fury swallowed her alive only pure clear anger, hatred towards the coward boy who thought he could wronged her family.

"Sì, è quello che pensavo. Quindi usa il tuo paio di palle e chiedi. Vai a prendere la tua ragazza Schemmenti! E non dimenticare l'accordo che abbiamo fatto".

(Yeah, that’s what I thought. So use your pair of balls and ask. Go get your girl Schemmenti! And don’t forget about the deal we made) His voice became more serious in the last sentence.

"Sì, lo farai, grazie Vin, ci vediamo domenica alla cena di famiglia".

(Ya, ya gonna do that, thanks Vin gonna see you on the family dinner this Sunday)

As she hangs up the call. She can feel your eyes on her. When Melissa looked up at you her whole body relaxed. The tension on her muscles and stress dissolves when she sees your bare face, sleepy eyes and crazy morning hair. It gave her a sense of comfort and probably the taste of something so pure and cosy as a life together.

“Good Morning tesoro” She gestured to you to come to her warm embrace. To be completely truthful that was what you needed. Specially after the tough night.

“Did I wake ya up?” Redhead asked worriedly. Brushing your soft curls behind your ears. Her long manicured nails sent pleasant chills on your sensitive skin. Making you cling onto her tighter.

“No, no I heard you talking in Italian, I got a little carried away. It is such a rare occasion hearing you talking in your native language. And I’m sorry for listening to your conversation. But I couldn’t stop myself from listening to your voice in that beautiful language. You know your voice changes a lot when you switch languages?” You guiltily confessed. Avoiding looking directly into her mesmerising green orbs. Hiding into the crook of her neck.

But literally how can you not listen to Ms. Schemmenti talking in Italian?

So passionately, so hot.

“Hey, are you done hiding your face from me? It’s not a big deal, I’m not mad at you” She cupped your face in her gentle hands. Making you maintain eye contact. When you finally dared to look into her emeralds you could see the vulnerability. Real Melissa Ann Catrina Schemmenti.

When you placed your palms over her knuckles. She hissed and yanked her hand away.

“Cazzo” she swears under her breath while biting the tender flesh of her rosy bottom lip trying to suppress the pain.

It takes you a good minute to understand what caused the pain to the fiery redhead. And when you take a close look at her knuckles. You unconsciously gasped at what you saw. Her delicate skin was ripped in pieces, dried blood and deep wounds are evident on the back of her hand. For some reason your first reaction was to carefully take her damaged hands to your lips and kiss the pain away. This act made Melissa's heart flutter with love for you. This simple act of kindness made her unwillingly to shed some tears. It felt so good, so domestic to be taken care of. The pure innocent love behind your eyes while you kissed every small, deep painful cut on her milky flesh. The sweet glances you shared in that vulnerable moment. No need for words, just love and the happy bubble you created for each other.

In a while you dared to carefully stop your movements to give Melissa the right treatment. You went to the medicine cabinet that she usually keeps in the kitchen. Taking all the supplies you need you instructed the Ms. Toughness to take a seat on her bar stool. If it was not you she would kill the person who would tell her what to do. Oh please, she was too stubborn to listen to any direction from anyone but you, you were different. She even enjoyed listening to you and your directions.

Even though Melissa Schemmenti has been playing the “I am the strong one” card. Right now she needs to be taken care of. And your presence made it easier. She allowed herself to leave several groans of pain from the alcohol wipes that you were pressing to her damaged knuckles trying to clean the wounds. To ease the pain you blew on her reddened skin. Which made Melissa find it very adorable. How focused you were. How your eyebrows furrowed at every breath she takes. How did you make sure she was okay. How you asked her different questions to distract her from unpleasant feelings. As people say curiosity will kill the cat you mastered the courage to ask what she did to get this type of wounds…

“Will you tell me what you did to get those?” You asked while putting bandage on her now cleaned knuckles.

“It shouldn't be your concern, my darlin`” She purred out while batting her eyelashes at you.

“It's not a big deal. It has been worse. You should have seen the other guy.” She joked. Trying to dismiss your worry.

Then it suddenly occurred to you. The other guy… her damaged hands, her shushed phone call in Italian, the fact that she sneaked up to her home in the early morning and then you glanced at the bloody baseball bat near the entrance and all these puzzles made a whole new picture. “GUY - GUY - GUY” is the only thing you can hear in your mind… James. With all this pleasant calming bubble you have been in, the redhead made you forget the main sense of danger. Why do you even end up here in the first place. This is why you slept in your co-worker`s bed in the longing sense of comfort Melissa provided and now she might have problems because of your childishness and your cowardness. Not knowing how to solve your own problems might put her in danger. The only person who trusted and cared about you. Again you fucked everything up. Feeling absolutely overwhelmed with emotions and negative thoughts you couldn't take it anymore. And yet again you are about to do what you are the best at. Run away from all your problems.

Melissa took notice of your abrupt change in behaviour. As if it was in slow motion. She could practically predict your next move. And that when you decided to leave without a word said to your favourite person. It hurts you deeply knowing that you caused all the pain both physical and mental.Not to mention the potential issues she might face. The instant absence of your warmth on her sore flesh made her miss the feeling. But her reactions were faster than you. Her strong hand grabs your form arm which causes you to press against her body. You tried to move but she was much stronger than you.

“Let me go! I only cause problems to people I love” You cried out. Desperately trying to ease her grip on you.

“That's all because of me!, if I said “yes” to him or just stayed I wouldn't have added problems to you!” You tried to sound reasonable. But Melissa does not take any of this.

“First of all, it was purely my decision to help you out. Second, I cherish you and I couldn't just look at how he was treating you. And it is not only jealousy talking right now, even if you don't want to get romantically involved with me I still feel like I need to protect you. Because over this time you became my family and family that's what you kill for. What Italian would I be if I did not defend you.” She explained as calmly as she could. Even though hearing you talking down about yourself was hurting her more than this damn knuckles.

You were in shock from her confession. Processing every word that left her beautiful full lips. Oh god damn, you are losing your focus in her warm embrace and hearing her opening up to you again made you think a little about what she said. Maybe you should listen to her words and take charge of your life. Wait a minute what she said about killing – ?

“Di - did - did you kill him?” your voice trembled in fear.

“And that's the only thing you got from what I said?” She sounded disappointed.

“And to answer your question, no I did not kill him, my cousin saved him from me. Don't worry about James, he is still very much alive (unfortunately)” she whispered that part. “I will not get into trouble, so will you. I solved everything for you.”

“You did this for me?” You were so confused why would she do this for you and not ask you about anything in return.

“Of course I did. You are an important person in my life. You are my friend first of all. It is not fair for you to solve your problem on your own. I know you are very much capable of doing it yourself but I appreciate your vulnerability that you shared most intimate with me. It does not make you weak, on the contrary it makes you strong.” She spoke in a gentle calming tone.

You couldn't contain the tears you have been collecting since you came to South Philly. All the stress and fear started to catch up on you. Melissa's heart warming words made you cry. You were feeling everything at once: sadness, gratitude, love all this was so unknown to you to your lifestyle. No one has ever taught you how to react or what to do.

“I can guess that all this is just too much especially from your background, but sweetheart you need to learn your worth in your early twenties rather than in your late fifties like I did. It doesn't matter how you look, how you dress or what you do. He did not have the right to hit you or insult you in any way. His words are powerless. All he said to you were lies of a scared insecure man who wanted to manipulate and use you for his own pleasure or whatever the goal was. He wanted to be in charge. But it takes a huge bravery to break this cycle and you did honey. You took your happiness and life as a priority and left this asshole. I am so proud of you for asking for help.”

Her deep green orbs were looking at your tear stained face, still she thought that you were the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. You have a heart of gold, so kind, understanding, gentle and grateful. You never took anything for granted. While having you in her arms, the tough redhead was nervous about the situations you two were in. Not exactly in a relationship but certainly something more than friends would have. Your confession to her last night was playing on repeat. She tried to find answers in her own head which will do no good. Her insecurities are still there in her mind and heart. Yes she gave you talk about self love but with her it was different she knew her worth but anxiety from being older than you was creeping in her. To let the thoughts settle down for a bit. She hugged you tightly making you even more emotional. She walked you two to the couch so you would feel more comfortable.

While you were laying on her lap you liked to play with her gorgeous curls. Which gave the Italian woman a pleasant sensation and just watching you being at peace with her felt like home. That feeling gave her a sense of bravery to ask you the most important question.

“I understand that ya have been through a lot, so that is why I want to know was all the talk we had about feelings the other night real? Or was it only emotions talkin`? We still can be friends ya know that I love ya unconditionally as s friend right? Even if you don’t want to date me or whatever I should call it in my age. I’m always here for you. I’m not gonna pressure you into something you are not ready for. Especially after what you experienced. We are in no rush at all. We have time tesoro.

“Well aren't you the one who did all this inspirational talk?” You nudged her trying to ease the tension.

She weakly smiled at you, still worry is evident in her greens. Which makes your heart pound painfully. Now is your time to express your feelings to the woman you've been dreaming about. You sat up straight on her lap. There is a small distance between you two and to be honest this is quite distracting. The feeling of her warm breath tickling your sensitive skin, the fast beating of her heart in her ribcage signals you her anxiety. You made a bold move by pressing your hand right on her heart. Try to ease the worry with your presence and eye contact. Silently telling the redhead that you are ready.

“Jokes aside, I find you a very attractive and hot woman Ms. Schemmenti. And all I said was pure truth. As it turns out I just need a stressful nudge to understand and confess my feelings for you. And thank god I did” You answered humorously.

Finishing up your statement by shortening the agonisingly long distance between your lips. Putting your hands into her voluminous hair giving it a little tug. She gasped at the unpredictable action. You use her confusion as a benefit giving her a soft warm kiss. Gently asking for permission with your tongue. She allows you but she bites your bottom lip slightly pulling in. Smoothing it right away with her tender tongue. Teasing the skin a little bit. Until she provokes a moan from your lips. Pulling you incredibly close to her. She is desperate to feel, no to believe that all of this wasn't a dream of her colourful imagination.

“I am always gonna protect ya my angel” She whispered in your ear. Sweetly kissing your earlobe.

And that is how the one impulsive decision helped you find your real home. As it turns out, not supposed to be a place. It is a loving person, a partner that has changed your boring life forever… Thanks to a certain Italian redhead for opening your mind and being an amazing friend and lover.

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