An Education

C is for Crazy

"Fitz, please come in," Mellie said. She opened the front door before he could ring the doorbell. She had been waiting on him to arrive for an hour now. The delay had given her time to change into the purple dress that he had once said was his favorite.

He stepped inside, a stoic expression on his face. She led him into the kitchen where he took a seat at the breakfast table where they had spent many mornings with Karen and Gerry moving through their morning routines.

"Would you like something to drink?" She followed behind him and took two glasses from the cabinet.

"Water is fine." He watched her fill both glasses from the filtered pitcher. She placed the glass in front of him and took the seat across from him.

"Mellie, you must stop this." Fitz said.

"What are you talking about? Stop what?"

"Stop sending me flowers, using my last name, calling my sisters to get information about me, and visiting my place of employment under false pretenses. You and I are done. Finished. Over. There is not now nor ever will be any hope of us reconciling. There is a chance, though, for you to improve your relationship with Karen and Gerry, " Fitz took a sip of his water.

"You don't mean that, Fitz. I am sorry for what I did. It didn't mean anything. Just like this fling with Olivia Pope doesn't mean a thing to you. How could you get involved with one of your teachers?" Mellie shook her head at him in disappointment.

Fitz lifted the side of his mouth in a half smirk. "You are a contradiction wrapped in a double standard."

"What do you mean?"

"Let's be adult about this and move on. We are divorced and have been for a year. You rarely spend time with Karen and Gerry. They are growing up so fast. You are going to regret the time you missed with them. Focus on them."

"If we got back together, then I'd be with them all the time. It would be like old times."

"Old times? Old times? You rarely took any time with them during our marriage. Had it not be for me and my family…" Fitz stopped and took a breath. "Our marriage was a mistake. The only consolation has been Karen and Gerry because without you there would be no them."

"You don't mean that. We were in love once." She reached out for his hand with tears in her eyes.

He looked her straight in the eyes with an unwavering gaze. "No, we have never been in love. The person I thought you were…the person I fell in love with 20 something years ago is…was a lie you built to deceive me into loving you. I still don't understand your motive for breaking up Celeste and me. She was your friend. Were you that jealous of her?"

"That's ancient history. Had you really loved her you would not have been so quick to jump in the bed with me! I knew you were as attracted to me as I was to you. You couldn't grow a spine and tell her so I helped you along. It all turned out the way it was supposed to. She was my friend, but love trumps friendship any day. More water?" Mellie walked to the refrigerator for the pitcher.

"You were just as delusional then as you are now. I was never attracted to you. Hell, I didn't even like you. You were Celeste's friend so I tolerated you. I was hurt when you showed me those pictures of her and Frank, which turned out to be fakes. So I fucked you when you practically begged me, but I was hurt and angry and drunk. I take responsibility for my lapse in judgment all those years ago. Lord knows I am paying for it every day. That was the beginning of your lies and deceptions and they have not stopped."

"I bet Olivia would be interested to know that you still talk to your ex-fiancé. Maybe I should tell her that. This conversation calls for something much stronger. Do you want some Scotch?" Mellie pulled out the side cabinet and took out the decanter.

Fitz frowned at her request knowing she was trying to bait him. His abuse of Scotch was an old wound she was trying to reopen. He realized he could not reason with her. If there was one thing she loved, it was arguing with him. It seemed that the angrier he became, the more gleeful her disposition.

He changed his expression to the most pleasant one he could muster and stood up from the table. "You are right. We are ancient history, but this is not." Fitz pulled out the letter marked, 'Personal and Confidential' that was addressed to her but had been sent to him in the mail. He held it up for her to see. "This was sent to me through the mail, but it was meant for your. You owe Lighthouse Investigations, Inc. five thousand dollars for surveillance services. This was due last week so you better call them to correct your mailing address. I suppose they mixed up the house they were supposed to be surveilling with your mailing address. I made a copy as evidence of…"

"Fitz, let me explain…" Mellie walked to him trying to take the letter but he moved it out of her reach.

"You don't need to explain this to me. You also don't need to explain to me that you have been sleeping with Cyrus Beene for two years." Fitz watched Mellie's apple cheeked face go from rosy to grey. You thought I didn't know? These are two pieces of information I am prepared to reveal to anyone if you contact Olivia ever again or try to cause trouble for me. Find your happiness with Cyrus and let me enjoy the happiness I have found." Fitz walked to her and placed his hand on her cheek. "I don't hate you, Mellie. I am indifferent towards you. Good bye."

Fitz turned and walked away. Mellie heard the door shut and then there was silence. The emptiness of the house engulfed her. She felt the suffocating feeling of loneliness overtake her. She felt tired and defeated. Her fingers involuntarily released the Scotch decanter. She watched the glass shatter into countless shards amongst the golden liquid. She bent her knees and picked up the biggest piece. As she examined it, tracing the jagged edges with her finger, drops of blood spilled down her hands. She continued tracing it until blood covered her fingers. Seeing the blood spill, filled her with rage and hatred towards Fitz. She dropped the shard and rushed to the heavy wooden door of the room that was once Fitz's study. Her hands glided along the smooth wooden edge. She reached for the brass doorknob and squeezed it tight. She jerked it forward until it slammed into her face. The pain was blinding, but she repeated the motion over and over again. Falling to her knees, she crawled to the other side of the door and grabbed the opposite knob with her right hand. When her face was eye level to the doorknob, she slammed it into the bone next to her eye socket. When the pain was too much to bear, she collapsed on the floor, writhing and groaning in pain.

She crawled to the phone and dialed 911.

"911. What's your emergency?"

"I ne-need he-help. My husband…atta-attacked me."

"Ma'am, what's your name?"

"M-Mellie Grant."

"What is your address?"

"611 Ivy Brook Lane Denver 80224."

"Are you safe Mrs. Grant? Is he still there?"

"No, I don't think so."

"Mrs. Grant, help is on the way. I'll stay with you on the phone until they arrive. You are going to be okay."

"Th-Thank you." Mellie said weakly. She thought about knocking over a table or chair, but the pain was too great. This would have to do.

Fitz was almost home when his cell phone rang.

"Hey Celeste. I hope you are calling to tell me that everything is all set up for Thursday."

"Have I ever let you down, Fitz? Olivia is going to lose her mind when you spring this on her. You are going to some good lovin' too. Thanks to me. You will owe me big time," Celeste said.

"You said the same thing when you arranged for Karen to meet David Beckham and Gerry to meet Greg Cattrano," said Fitz.

"But this is bigger. I can't wait to meet Olivia. You haven't sounded this excited in a long time."

"She is the one, Celeste. It was love at first sight for me. She took some convincing but it doesn't matter now. She loves me too. Karen and Gerry love her. Mom, Dad, and Granny came in town this weekend and they love her so…"

"Hold up…what about Mellie? I know she can't be happy that you are happy without her or is hell about to freeze over?...Oh Nooooo, Sebastian! Not on the walls! Excuse me for a minute," Celeste said.

After a minute, she returned. "I am sorry. My child was drawing a self-portrait with crayon on the hallway walls. I wish Martin would watch them more closely when I am on the phone. They get into the most trouble when I am either cooking or on the phone. So what about Mellie?"

"You know Mellie. She is the villain in my life. She has been up to her normal shenanigans. Actually, I just left her house. I told her that I knew about the Private Investigator she has trailing me and her affair with Cyrus Beene. She was shocked, but I think she is finally going to move on." Fitz pushed the remote to open his garage.

"I hope you are right and that she will finally leave you alone after all these years. It's doubtful though. She developed that fixation on you back in college and it only got worse after we broke up. When I think about the lengths she went to break us up and then how she trapped you into marrying her, I feel so bad for you. I hope she has moved on. Fitz, I have to go. The babysitter is here. It is date night."

"Okay, Celeste. Olivia and I will see you on Thursday." Fitz hung up the phone and opened the kitchen door to a sight that made a grin spread across his lips. Olivia was loading the dishwasher. She was in her socks. Rolfo was on his side stretched out on the floor with his back against one side of the kitchen island. He raised an eyelid and flapped his tail twice when Fitz entered the room.

"I wish I could come home to you like this every night." He walked over to her, removed a plate from her hand, and pulled her into an embrace.

"Not at 9:30 after everyone has had dinner and all of the dishes are done," she stretched up and gave him a peck on the lips. "How did it go…with Mellie?"

"It was uneventful. I made it clear to her that she is to stay away from you. I have some leverage against her." Fitz pulled off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves to continue loading the dishwasher.

Olivia sat down at the kitchen table. "Are you sure that will work, especially since she is Karen's and Gerry's mom? I don't know Mellie, but I just have a bad feeling about all this. I can't explain it. I wish you wouldn't have gone to see her alone. What leverage?"

"Where are Granny and the kids?"

"GG went up for bed about 30 minutes ago. She said she would be going to sleep after she made her round of calls to her children and grandchildren. Karen and Gerry are in their rooms. Why?"

"I'll tell you about Mellie and the leverage later. We've had enough of her today. After I finish loading these, I want to fool around with you before I have to take you home…unless you'll spend the night?" Olivia smiled but shook her head no. "I am more interested in seeing how far I can get into those tight little jeans you are wearing. There are two long days until Valentine's Day, and I need something to hold me over."

"My jeans aren't tight! And you'll have to catch me first," Olivia said. She sprinted towards his study. He took off behind her leaving the remaining dishes unloaded.

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