The Life I Want To Live With You

The Ball - Chapter 34

As soon as she walks passed her doorsteps she hears her phone calling. Without undressing she walks into her living room picking it up, still being out of the place after her session. after picking it up she already feels like she shouldn't have pick it up.

"Lisa?" she hears his voice as if it's a movie, he didn't do anything for all of those weeks just to call her out of blue? Does he really think she's that naive?

"What do you want?" she tries putting an act of indifference which comes out poorly 

Michael sighs "I'm sorry." he says those words and that's all makes Lisa slam the phone down ending the phone call .

He actually is that obvious to call her and apologize through the phone, while she would stay all day and night besides his bed at hospital. Coming home to empty apartment. Feeling like life has ended for her. All he can do is call her, not travel to her. Call her. Lisa blows into the fury destroying the room and slams her hand against the table, as the moment she feels the burning sensation on her wrist that makes her blow up crying slipping down against the wall. 

Everything took a full circle, but this time he was completely fine and she wasn't.

She goes through waves of feeling okay and completely ruined, realizing how much the session messed with her head. One moment, she wishes to see him in the doorway; the next, she wants him as far away as possible. Her phone rings again. This time, she hesitates but answers, remaining silent until her mother's voice comes through.

"Lisa? Are you there? Lisa?" Priscilla's voice sounds irritated.

"Yes, mother, I'm here."

"John came up with the idea of a ball at his mansion."

Lisa frowns. If Priscilla were here, she would think she was some kind of alien. "What for?"

Priscilla laughs gently. "I told you about it a week ago. We needed a date to settle - Name's day."

"Oh, yeah, I remember now. For a second, I didn't know what you meant exactly," Lisa sighs, knowing she will have to pretend everything is perfectly fine. Lying isn't something she does well—usually, her face says more than a million words.

The ball thing was nothing new. A Name's Day ball was something her mother would do for years because her dad's company bore his name. For Priscilla, it was "look good, smile, and enjoy the men looking at you like they want to eat you" day. For Lisa, it was about understanding that her dad had to create this network with people to keep the company afloat.

She hadn't attended the ball for years, finding too many things controlling about Priscilla. Even now, she felt like her mother still tried to control her, despite being an adult. But because she's a Presley, she needed to go. People wanted to see Lisa, the daughter of Elvis, not Priscilla, a woman who claimed to run his company because her daughter had avoided it for years.

"Oh, also, it's today," Priscilla's voice pulls Lisa out of her thoughts.

"Huh? Today? What time?" Lisa asks, fixing the chair from her earlier episode. She notices her hand burning with pain and sees cuts all over it.

"9pm. A limousine will pick you up at your address. Your bodyguards know about it, too," Priscilla replies, not caring about Lisa's strange sounds.

"Well, that would be all sugarcane and glitter if I had a dress," Lisa says with attitude while drying her hand, cursing in her head.

"Lisa. How was your session today?" 

Lisa gets irritated. "Well, if you know so much, you also know how it went. Don't you? I don't want to get into all of this madness anymore, Mother."