Best of Joy

Chapter 11: Work it Out

Okay....Here goes chapter 11. I hope i'm as good as Streetwalker...Hope you like it, Allison!

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"She kissed me..."

Those words repeated over and over in my mind as I laid awake that night, my back to Michael, who was sobbing quietly next to me. He was really broken up. I couldn't blame him.

I couldn't believe it. Lisa, the daughter of Elvis, Lisa Marie Presley kissed my husband, and she knew he was married! Michael said it would be fine...He put his trust in Lisa and look what happened...

My silence had shocked him. The moment he had told me those three words, I just...went silent. Deadly silent. My fists clenched and unclenched the pillows. I was so...angry. I don't know if  it was aimed at Michael, or Lisa, or myself... 

I could hear Michael's sniffles behind me, and then I felt his warm hand touch my arm, rubbing it up and down. He probably wanted some comfort, but I had so many questions I wanted to ask him.

"E-Eve...?" He called my name, wanting me to talk to him--which I hadn't done in the past hour and a half. I decided to look back at him, a sympathetic look on my face. It probably wasn't his fault...was it?

"Eve," Michael sobbed, gripping my shoulder. "I didn't know what to do...I just...I'm sorry..."

He broke down again, sobbing loudly. I felt my heart squeeze as I wanted to take him into my arms and comfort him the best way I could. His tears streamed down his face as he stared at me, looking like a child wanting his mother. I turned to fully face him and slowly did what my instincts told me; I took him into my arms, sitting up to rock him back and forth.

"Ssshhh...." I soothed, running my one of my hands through his long and curly black hair. He rested his head on my bare chest as I rubbed his back in an attempt to calm him down so I could talk to him. "It's okay, Michael...It's all right."

Michael's tears soaked my skin, giving my chest a wet feeling. I kissed his hair again and again, pulling him closer to me. I felt my own tears well up as I watched him cry. It broke my heart to see him like this.

"Michael," I whispered, gently pulling away to wipe his tears, "Just tell me what happened, Okay? Everything will be alright if you just tell me what happened."

Michael's dark penetrating eyes looked into my own icy blue ones as he looked up at me almost fearfully. I waited paitently, not wanting to rush him into anything. Not with him in this state.

After what seemed like an eternity of silence, He finally told me everyhting;  How everything was fine at first, then Lisa brought wine to drink--he had water, which I believed-- and had gotten drunk even if it didn't take much, then she "came onto him" by touching and kissing him in her drunken state, and how he left right after I called, leaving her passed out on the couch... 

After he finished telling me, Michael wrapped his arms around my waist and cried softly into my chest. I held him tightly, closing my eyes. I actually felt the raging fire inside of me fade a bit when I heard she was drunk. Most people don't know what they're doing when they're intoxicated. From experience, I should know. "Baby, It's not your fault. And it's not hers, either. She was going through a recent divorce, she drank a little. Then you tried to give her comfort, and...The point is, None of you are at fault. No one." I told him, meaning every word. He looked up at me again, looking just a tad bit less troubled as before.

"You're...not mad..?" He asked, his voce cracking. I shook my head, "No, I'm furious. I understand where she's coming from, but chugging wine from the botttle? Hell, I would be satisfied if she even poured herself a small glass of wine as long as she kept herself sober...but she chugged it. I'm not saying that it's her fault and that she's not going through a hard time, but...She really should be careful of what she drinks. Especially alcohol."

Michael sniffled again and nuzzled his cheek against my neck as his hand found mine, intertwining our fingers together. I used my other hand to massage his scalp as I thought about the situation, lying down on my back with Michael practically on top of me.

What was I going to do?

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The next morning I woke up to find Michael out of bed and standing by the window, staring into the early morning light. I checked the clock to see that it wasn't even Dawn yet.

"Michael?" I whispered, concerned. He didn't answer, but he turned his head slightly to show that he heard me. I sighed and got up out of bed, taking a sheet with me to cover my chest as I snuck behind him.

I wrapped my arms around his waist from behind him, rubbing the skin of his arms as I laid my ear on his back, listening to his heartbeat. "Baby, What's wrong?" I asked, rubbing my thumb along his bicep.

Michael still didn't answer, so I turned him around so he was facing me. Michael wasn't red-eyed, but I could see the circles underneath his eyes. His eyes held a dull light to them, like he was in a daze as he gazed into my eyes.

He was still broken up over Lisa. But I wasn't going to tolerate that.

"Michael, It's not a big deal...It was a drunken kiss." I assured, but he shook his head.

"No, Evonne. You don't get it. It's a big deal to ME. How is it not a big deal!? She may have been drunk, but she could've taken control over herself...She knew I was married. That...That was not Lisa. If you hadn't called...." He trailed off, looking away. I sighed, holding his face with my hands.

"Exactly. That wasn't Lisa. But you have to forgive her. It was an accident--"

"But she..she...She might not have been that drunk!"

"That's ridiculous! You told me that she was so drunk she passed out!"

Michael laid his forehead on mine, a tear rolling down his cheek. "I just can't help but feel that it's my fault...I feel like i shouldn't have gone over there, Eve. It just....I can't." 

He wrapped his arms around me and tenderly kissed my cheek. I laid my hands on the sides of his neck and gently massaged him, feeling the tense muscles underneath my fingers.

"You know what," I suggested, pulling back to look Michael in the eyes. "I think we, You and I , should go and see Ms. Presley herself."

Michael furrowed his eyebrow and shook his head. "Why?" He questioned, his eyes showing a hint of panic. "Why would you want to go back there after what she did?"

I sat him down on the bed and sat in his lap, the sheet nearly falling off. I looked him in the eyes and explained, "Because, Michael, you need to hear her side of the story. And I do too. She might or might have not known what she was doing. But she was definetly drunk. We just have to hear what she has to say."

Michael looked down, pondering over going back to Graceland...

Then after a few minutes of silence, he looked back up into my eyes. His face was dead-serious. "As soon as we tell her, we leave." He demanded.

I nodded, smiling at him. He was actually willing to go back after what had happened. I was, deep down, very angry at Lisa, but maybe we could....work it out.

"Good...Now let's try and get a little more sleep. We have a woman to see." I told him, getting off of his lap to lay on our bed. I gently pulled him down with me, intertwining our fingers together as he wrapped his arms around me.

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I FINALLY FINISHED!! I hope it's good...Let me know if I did anything wrong, KK?

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Any ideas on what should happen at Lisa Marie's house?

Cat fight?

Friendly talk?

YOU decide! :D