"John I need you to concentrate on your breathing" Ex Mrs was hovering over John, he had gotten angry at a journalist and nearly went over the desk in front to lay fists on the grubs face. I laughed to break the tension. She didn't though, hence why now the breathing was being checked.

John rolled his eyes at me and this must have been his last few weeks of daily 'medication' or should that be meditation?

Every time I was nice to her, she would make a nasty remark or turn on her heel freezing me out of her vision.

This time, Agent Carney, led her from the room and he beckoned for me to follow "Now ladies, I would like you to stay here for the rest of the session, my colleague Agent Malone will get you anything you need. Carney exited and we were left standing looking at each other in the stairwell.

"So how is Sean?" I was trying to be socialable for both Sean and John's, sake.

"Do not talk to me, you are not anything to me. I have no time for two dollar whores" She pushed her finger into my chest poking and goading me for a retaliation.

"I'm sorry if you feel that way but I AM here with John, for John. I am trying to be nice. And I am no whore" I was saying it slowly and clearly, standing my ground.

Agent Malone hovered ready to separate us from whatever would happen. I felt like Yoko had only just remembered this, as she suddenly turned polite.

"Will you be staying for long, Sean would love to see his father" Yoko was being nice finally and smiled. I relaxed.

This might be ok.

After the press conference John and Agent Carney went off to collect some documents and I stayed behind tidying the desk, and putting the paperwork away in folders. Mrs Ex had disappeared after we left the stairwell. I didn't have to tidy but it was better than cooling my heels in the hotel room alone.

"So, you're his secretary and cleaner"

She was back, alone now, all the rest of the press and FBI agents were long gone.

"Oh no, just keeping active. You know how hotel rooms can be boring!"

"I think you should leave before he gets bored with you. You know he does this, a few weeks and he chucks his toys away"

"I'm no one's toy, I love John and care for him. Can't you just leave me be" I started for the door and being upset I  found myself back in the stairwell where we had been left to cool our heels earlier. I turned about face to return in the other direction but my way was blocked.

"Can you please move"

Two hands to the chest sent me back into the narrow edge of the open metal fire door, the collision sending pins and needles up and down my spine. I was stunned, both by the collision, and her behaviour. I hadn't been nasty the whole time, now she was laying her hands on me.

"Look I don't want to do this, you're important to John I know that. You're the mother of his child I acknowledge that, I acknowledge you" I was sincere and  patient she was part of Johns life, always.

I felt like belting the crap out of her but for Johns sake I hold back.

"You are a tart, a little trollop who doesn't have the slightest idea how to keep John happy. You are a ride at an amusement park- the end of the day, he toddles off home..." She pushed again and I was at the top of the stairwell now. Then she stopped her forward movement, moving back away from me tad. I relaxed and stepped away from the flight of stairs, then, she launched at me again...

Two hands, one in the stomach, one in the chest. I stumbled, grabbing the rail again, rattled.

"Ok I give up, I'll leave, now let me get away from you!" I held one hand up, my white flag.

She seemed to settle. So I stood, straightening from being hunched hanging onto the rail and my stomach felt wrong, just wrong. I took my other hand off the rail, she smiled, then...

She slammed both hands in my chest.

I was gone.

Floating through the air.

Everything was cin slow motion.

My eyes held hers.

My limbs swirling in nothingness.

The ceiling where it shouldn't be, my eyes seeing the roof.

Then speed returned.

Hands clawing to clutch something, anything.

Then everything stopped.

I had hit unforgiving concrete.

She turned away.... and I was laying at the bottom of the stairwell in a heap of tangled limbs.

Winded, blood in my eyes.

I felt heavy, like a lead weight was laying over me.