Faded Love! [Elvis Presley]

Chapter 5

Out Of Luck.....

I began my job at Graceland that week, but I was bombing out to make that connection with Mr. Presley. He really did not like me at all. He made it abundantly clear that I was only here because Ginger Alden had made a request for me to be here.

And he was not going along with anything I suggested to him. He would though when Ginger was around. Behind closed doors I might as well not be alive. It felt awful. I really admired Elvis. I was a huge fan. Here he hated my guts.

It really was not fair he was taking things out on me. I agreed with Ginger that he needed to get off those pills asap. But only he was going to have to want to do that.

Nor Ginger or I could make him do anything. I check his pulse while he sits in a chair in the Jungle Room. Ginger was at his other side. I feel his eyes on me. His cold uncaring gaze rests on me. I feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up on end.

"How long have you been on the pills Mr. Presley?" I question him.

I take the blood pressure strap off his arm then jot down notes.

"Your blood pressure is a tad on the high mark sir" I warn him.

Ginger looks worried. "Elvis that is not good. Not one little bit" she mutters.

"I know. I am doing all can damn it Ginger" snaps Elvis.

I jot down a list of foods that would help his blood pressure go down. I show him the list. "These are things simple things you can do to make it go down. Just by eating. And it is good for you" I explain. I began to tell him how to track the amount of food he eats. Limit himself when he wanted to indulge.

"I do not have time to keep track of that s**t" he laughs.

"Elvis!" Ginger grumbles. "If you do not take this seriously and listen to Miss. McCall the wedding is off! I am not going to sit around and watch you destroy yourself! Do you understand me?" she snaps with anger at him. "The wedding is on hold!" she declares. Then storms out of the room. Leaving us there.

"f**k!" Elvis curses and slams his fist on the couch. Causing me to jump. "Happy with yourself Miss McCall?" he asks me.

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He glares at me. Tears wanted to over flow. I rush upstairs. He scared me at times. Now that Ginger was not here to intervened, I was more scared than I was before. I head to my room upstairs for the remainder of the afternoon. I could skip a meal. Anything was better than seeing him glaring at me with anger. Knowing he did not want me around here hurt my heart. I was so excited to meet him. So excited to help out.

Nothing was going like I had hoped it would. I sit on my bed. I cover my hands and have a cry. I was failing as a nurse. I might as well quit and do something else. This was what I always wanted to do. But I did it so badly. I grab a tissue from the Kleenex box in my room. I dry my eyes. I needed to talk to someone outside of Graceland. I decided to call Mary Anne.

"Sandra hello! How are you? I waited up for you to call but you never called yesterday. How did the meeting go with Mr. Presley?" Mary Anne wants to know.

I sniff back tears. "Turns out Elvis never wanted me here. Ginger requested for me to be here. Because she is worried. That is all I can say. And he hates me. I can't fathom that my favorite singer hates my guts. This was not how I thought things would go. Maybe I should leave. I should quit" I sniff back tears.

"Oh sweetie. No, you can't give up on him or your dreams. I am sure he does not hate you" she tells me. Trying to make me feel better.

"He really does. He hates me" I cry. "I hate being here. I never thought I would say that. But I hate it here"

"Miss McCall you are on the line. I am sorry I will hang up" I hear Elvis saying on the other end.

I gasp. Oh god how much had he heard?? "Oh Mr. Presley I will go. I was talking to my friend. Mary Anne" I stammer.

"Hello Mr. Presley. I am a huge fan" Mary Anne gushes.

"Mary Anne was my roommate before I moved in here" I explain.

Click.

He hung up without saying another word.

"Oh no this is so bad. How much had he heard me say just now. Mary Anne I am in trouble now" I sigh. "I better let you go"

"By doll. It will all work out" she vows.

Later that night I did not meet everyone down for dinner. I had a granola bar that I bought a few days ago. That was my dinner. It was a lot less scary then facing Mr. Presley down at the dinner table.

And talking about the fact that I was complaining about him over the phone. I was getting ready for bed that night my stomach growls with anger at me. I was starving. But I could stand to skip a meal. It would be good for my diet.

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Someone knocks on my door. I jump. I hold my breath. They knock again. "Miss McCall? Can we talk?"

Elvis.

I take a deep breath in. I walk over to the door. After I put on a bathrobe to cover up. "Sure Mr. Presley. This is your home. What can I do for you?" I answer.

"I am sorry. About how things started between us. I was not expecting her to get me a nurse. I can be stubborn. And I do not like asking for help. I enjoy helping others. Stupid pride really was getting in the way. I heard what you said on the phone. It made me feel very badly to think you would give up nursing all together because you feel you failed me. But it was me. It had nothing to do with you. Can we, can we start over?" he asks me softly. He extends a hand out for me to shake. "I really want to marry Miss Alden and I have to have you around in order for that to work. What do you say?" he asks me.

I shake his hand. His hand was so huge compared to my small one. His hand covers mine. We shake. I feel my cheeks blushing. I nod yes to his agreement.

"I am sorry for making you cry before" he says softly.

His deep blue eyes look into mine with concern. "I have been off those pills a few days now. I am rather moody. I am not myself" he admits.

"Side effects" I say as I nod.

"You missed dinner. I had Mary set aside a plate for you in the kitchen. You are welcome to come eat now" he offers to me.

"Really? Thank you so much" I sigh. I was starving. "I only had a granola bar. I am famished" I admit.

He leads the way downstairs. I follow after him. he gets out a plate of food that was put away in the oven for me. He sets it on the counter. He gets me sliver wear out to.

"What would you like to drink?" he asks me.

"Anything. Water or juice is fine" I tell him as I sit at the counter in the kitchen. I take the tin foil off the plate of food. It was pot roast with veggies. Yummy.

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He hands me a glass of apple juice.

"This is so good" I say as I begin to stuff my face.

"I hope Ginger will forgive me for how I have been acting" he worries out loud as he stands next to me while I pig out.

"I am sure she will" I say. "she seems like a very nice lady"

"I am lucky to have her stick by my side. Not many stick around me these days" he sighs. "I can be hard to deal with" he admits.

"Everyone has faults Mr. Presley. No one is perfect" I remind him with a smile. "not even me"

Finally, he smiles back. "Please call me Elvis. Seeing as we are going to really get to know each other here you might as well call me Elvis" he jokes.

"Sorry, Elvis" I say with a smile.

"Thanks for sticking around" he says. "Miss McCall"

"Sandra" I point out first names.

"Sandra!" he echoes out. "Pretty name"

I blush. "Thanks" I answer.

"So, you were saying before I can eat foods that will get my blood pressure lowered? Just by eating?" he asks me.

I nod. "Oh yes many foods can help. Chocolate and almonds", I begin to tell him.

Finally, I made a break through with him. Maybe working here was not going to be as bad as I thought. Maybe there was hope for us. And for Elvis.

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