Wyobrażenia || Lisa Manoban x Fem Reader

If allows

- "Is this Mrs. Han Y/N?" - resounded the voice in the phone receiver, rousing my drowsy body.

- "Yes it's me, is something wrong?"

- "Ms. Lisa Manoban, was arrested and brought to the police station at 1 a.m. today, for drinking in public and possession of drugs. Can you come here now?"

- "Yes, I'm on my way! I'll be there in half an hour!" - I answered and I flew out of bed like a sling, rushing to the closet and grabbing some random clothes.

It's so weird why you were still with her? Love is so blind. You finally arrived at the police station running through the various rooms finally reaching the detention room. It wasn't hard to find, from far away you could hear Lisa's screams exchanging with the screams of two policemen. You entered the room immediately passing your gaze to Lisa, who looked at you fleetingly again placing her eyes on the ceiling.

- "Mrs. Y/N, we both know very well how many times Lisa has been with us and it's getting a little boring. Every Friday a drunk or stoned Lisa ends up here, you arrive pulling her out, promising it's the last time, but it's never the last." - said the commissioner.

I couldn't say anything, I just sat there humming to his every word. Embarrassment and shame was eating me from the inside out.

- "Y/N... Last chance, last chance."

I didn't even have the strength to speak I just nodded my head and walked to the door. I felt like a mother, going to the principal's office to be called on the carpet every time my daughter got into a fight, but Lisa wasn't a child...

- "Lisa get up, we're going home" - I said unwillingly.

- "Well finally, you couldn't be there any longer!" - she screamed right in my face.

I wanted to cry, but again I didn't have the strength...

*HOME*.

-" Lisa please lie down, we'll talk tomorrow"

- "No! I hate you, why do you have to be so protective... Pff leave me, I never needed you. You know what you are so hypocritical, are you still hoping I will love someone like you? Gullibility knows no bounds."

I just left it there. I know she'll regret it tomorrow. I've come to terms with it, it's kind of my routine, some people run or read every day, I play nanny, doctor and psychologist to Lisa. All they get for all this is a few juicy insults right in their faces. After crowding my thoughts, I finally fell asleep with dried tears on the couch.

In the morning I was awakened by the smell of pancakes, so I happily opened my eyes and saw Lisa standing by the stove.

"Good morning, Lis"

"Oh hey butterfly" - she smiled at me - I have good news for you, starting tomorrow I'm going to therapy I'm going to get out of this shit for you."

- "Finally, but you promise it's not just a few words without confirmation?"

- "I promise, just wait" - she said then kissed me lightly.

*SOME TIME LATER*

It's getting better, I think Lisa is finally on her feet and fighting for herself. It was seven o'clock in the evening, so I got up from my desk and locked the whole library and left work. The streets were quiet nothing foreshadowed what was about to happen. On my way home I saw Lisa coming out of the club on shaky legs holding a bottle of vodka. Tears began to gather in my eyes.

- "You promised! You promised me! You're a fucking liar, why did I keep believing you?! You're such a jerk, you know?"

- "Y/N, ple..."

-Not! Now I'm talking! I'm sick of your promises, your lies, and all the rest of the shit that goes along with you. And you know what, it's over, have fun on your own. We're gone, you screwed everything up" - with those words I walked away.

- "No T/N! Come back here!"

- "Fuck you Lisa, let me know when you finally fix your life."

* 2 years later *

- "Yes ma'am, I have those new books already carrying them" - I ended the call.

I was running across the sidewalk when I suddenly bumped into someone.

- "Oh my god! I'm so sorry!"

- "It's okay, it's okay" said the person and handed me the books.

I looked at the person and....

-" Lisa?"

- "Hey T/N, how are you doing? You're glowing" - she smiled at me

-" Yeah, you look a lot better too since the last time I saw you"

- That's for sure, a lot has changed with me... I miss you, do I have any more chances?

- If fate allows, Lis, if it allows... - you smile and walk away

"Letting go doesn't mean that you don't care about someone anymore. It's just realizing that the only person you really have control over is yourself." – Deborah Reber, Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul