The Life I Want To Live With You

Moving On - Chapter 37

Lisa inhaled deeply as she prepared to confront the Scientology church. She was resolute in her mission to uncover who had reported her the previous night, holding onto the fragile hope that it wasn't her mother. The mere thought of her mother's possible involvement gnawed at her, compounding her already high stress levels.

As she drove to the church, her phone rang. Pulling into the parking lot, she answered.

"Hello?" she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Hello, is this Lisa Marie Presley? I'm John Harris, a lawyer. I've received information about the divorce papers you're filing," came the reply.

Lisa's mind whirled. Was this lawyer on Luke's payroll, or would she be footing the bill herself? The realization struck her that Luke's plans might be more insidious than mere marital sabotage—he might be aiming to dismantle everything Michael had painstakingly rebuilt since emerging from his coma.

"Yes, that's me. I'm afraid I can't talk right now. I'll return your call later," she said, stepping out of her car.

"Understood. I just wanted to set up a meeting to discuss how we should proceed. Have a good day, Ms. Presley," the lawyer said before ending the call.

Lisa exhaled, her gaze fixed on the imposing church structure before her. The weight of the situation began to press on her again. Steeling herself, she took another deep breath and approached the entrance, bracing for whatever lay ahead.

Inside the church, Lisa's thoughts raced uncontrollably. She knew she was about to spend hours justifying her words and actions from the previous night.

Mark, visibly enraged, approached her the moment she entered. His fury was palpable, though he seemed to be holding it in check. He guided her to a room and began pulling out her files, taking a seat at the desk.

Lisa sat down, steeling herself for the inevitable confrontation.

"Lisa," Mark began, his voice strained but controlled, "we need to talk about last night."

Lisa nodded, her anxiety mounting. "I understand. I know things got out of hand."

Mark sighed, flipping through the files. "It's not just about what was said. It's about the broader impact. We're trying to help you, but you need to cooperate."

Lisa looked at him, concern etching her features. "What does that mean, exactly?"

Mark cleared his throat. "David wants to talk to you after we're done here. First, we need to address what happened yesterday, and then I'll go over the reports your mother made."

Lisa's heart sank. "Excuse me? My mother filed a report on me?"

Mark's expression softened, though he seemed reluctant to offer any comfort. "Just tell me what you think happened yesterday, and I'll explain the next steps. There's nothing to worry about."

Lisa's skepticism flared. "Nothing to worry about? Is he serious?"

Mark's patience wore thin. "Lisa, you know what you did. Just admit it so we can move on."

Frustrated, Lisa threw her hands up. "Fine. I drank alcohol. That's it. Nothing outrageous."

Mark noted her admission and looked up. "Did anything else happen? Any interactions with people you know?"

Lisa shook her head, her mind drifting to how she had offended the leader. "Nothing comes to mind."

Mark sighed, rifling through the files and notes. "Let me clarify what 'nothing' means, Lisa. You disrespected David. Here's what's written in your mother's report."