The Life I Want To Live With You

Savior - Chapter 41

They wake up to the ringing of Lisa's phone. Lisa jumps and grabs the phone, while the wire spirals around her leg.

"Hello?" she says in a raspy voice, feeling Michael move closer, hugging her back and touching her forearm.

"Lisa. I told you TO SAVE YOUR MARRIAGE!" David's voice blares into her ear, making her pull the phone away.

"Well, funny enough..." Lisa starts, but David doesn't let her finish.

"What is so funny now? YOU and YOUR actions are ruining the reputation of MY CHURCH."

Lisa sighs. "David, I'm still with my husband. Stuff got mixed up, and that's all you need to know."

All she can hear on the other side are loud slamming noises and David yelling for someone. Before she can say anything more, the call ends. She hears only the beeping.

Lisa frowns. "That guy is out of his mind."

Michael giggles, kissing her cheek. "He should go to a therapist if you ask me."

Lisa chuckles, putting on her robe and heading to the kitchen. "You want something to eat?" she calls out as she leaves the room.

Michael yells back, "Yup," and hears his phone buzzing.

Michael walks out of the bedroom in his boxers, still on the phone. "Well, I knew it would drop into the media, but I didn't know it would be this fast."

Lisa gives him a look as he enters the kitchen, guilt in her eyes. She hides her face in the fridge, looking for something to make a quick breakfast, lost in her thoughts.

Michael sits at the counter, still on his phone. "I'll tell her. Yes. Just hold on with the media conferences and all that bullshit. I don't care! Make it happen and stop nagging me about it. I will sue them for lying then. No, there will be no divorce! Yes. Well, I'm with her right now."

Lisa takes out some products and stands at the same counter where Michael sits, knowing they will have to talk. Guilt makes her hands shake, anxiety hitting her head, causing her to cut her finger. "Oh shit," she drops the knife on the table, rushing to the faucet and turning on the cold water.

Michael ends the call and rushes to her side. "Are you okay?" he asks, gently touching her back. Lisa nods, cleaning the blood off her finger.

Michael looks for gauze and hydrogen peroxide. Finding them, he gently takes her hand and examines the cut. A drip of blood keeps flowing through her fingers as he starts taking care of it. Lisa taps her foot nervously, feeling like an idiot.

"It's not your fault," he starts, mostly focused on her hand. He applies more hydrogen peroxide, making Lisa hiss.

"Well, what exactly? Me filing for divorce or cutting my finger? Because I know one option is definitely true, and I'm not talking about my finger," she says through her teeth.

Michael looks at her warmly. "It's. Not. Your. Fault. Lisa." He looks back at her hand. "You wounded it deeply. We might have to go to the hospital."

Lisa rolls her eyes. "I'll be just fine, don't be dramatic." She takes her hand from his and puts on a bandage, which quickly gets all bloody. "See? It will close and be fine."

"Lisa, putting a damn bandage on an open wound won't change a thing," he says, realizing the irony in his comment, knowing well that their marriage and their situation are exactly that.

Lisa gives him a deep stare for a second, then walks away, still messing with her hand. "It will be good for now." They both knew they were talking about the same thing.