Faded Love! [Elvis Presley]

Chapter 8

I was not sure what time I woke. It was nearly noon I believe. Everything came rushing back. All the events of last night. Elvis grabbing me and hurting me. Calling me useless. Accusing me of things I did not do.

Ginger had been the one who, had taken his pills. When I tried to call for help there, he was thinking the absolute worst of me! The worst! As if I would ever sell a thing to the press! I would never be able to be a nurse again if I did something like that! It was unethical to say the least.

I was not that kind of person! Tears come to me as I sit up in my bed. The only thing I could do was quit! That was it! He had enough of me. He never liked me. I could not blame him. I failed him. I failed myself to. I was to scared to see what the next night might bring for the two of us without Miss Alden here to watch over us.

I glance down at the wrist he had grabbed roughly. It had a bruise around it. I shiver thinking of how scared he made me feel. How powerful one man was. With all his money. His friends. Everything. I blink back tears. I had to call Mary Anne and let her know I was moving back home.

She might be having someone else already taking my place. I go to grab the phone. Tears fall. I notice the hole he made in the wall near the door last night. When he had punched the wall. I have my cry again. I go to the bathroom and grab tissues. I could not stay here another night. I blow my nose as I kept crying. I hear knocking at the door.

"Sandra? Can we talk?" I hear Elvis speak up from the other side.

My heart pounds in my chest. I wanted to answer but I could not right now.

"Sandra? Miss McCall? I heard you crying in there" he calls out to me.

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I shake feeling scared. I could not bare to face him right now.

"Come talk to me when you feel up to it please Sandra" he begs me. "I'll be goin downstairs meet me in the Jungle Room" he demands to me before he leaves me there.

I rush back over to the phone. I dial Mary Anne's number. She had to be home. I hoped she was not at work yet. I cross my fingers. "Pick up! Pick up Mary Anne!" I tell the phone.

Suddenly I hear a click. "Hello?" Mary Anne answers sleepily.

"Mary Anne, I am coming home. You have not replaced me yet have you?" I wonder. "With a new roommate?" I wonder.

"Sandra what is wrong now? Can't handle Elvis?" she teases.

I burst into tears.

"Sandra calm down. Tell me what happened" she begs to know.

"I can't tell you. It is not right of me to tell a single soul. I won't do that. But I need to come back home. Can I?" I demand answers.

"That is fine. Come on home. Are you still going to be working for Mr. Presley?" she wonders.

"No after today I am done. I'm done!!" I swear to her.

"Well that is awful. I am sorry, you were so excited to take on this job" she replies to me.

"I was. I really was" I sob on the phone.

She groans. "Did you guys have s*x? Is Ginger kicking you out?" she asks me.

"Hell no" I gasp in horror.

She laughs. "I am sorry! I hear all these stories about Elvis taking fans to his bed. I could not help but wonder. That is all!"

"This is nothing like that! At all!" I promise her. "Please drop it. I will not talk about it"

"Alright. Pack your things and head on home" she tells me.

"Thank you so much Mary Anne" I gratefully say before we hang up.

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I cover my hands then cry. I had to stop crying before I went downstairs to face them all. I was humiliated. That was for sure. I was hurting. I lost a great job. The door is somehow unlocked. The doorknob turns and opens the door. My heart leaps into my chest. I cover up with blankets.

"I am sorry. We have to talk. I overheard what you said on the phone. I can't let you leave. Please talk to me" begs Elvis. He makes his way over to my side. He sits beside me on the bed. I scoot away from me. "Are you really that scared of me now?" he wonders.

I point over at the hole he made in the wall. His face falls. "Look Sandra, I was off my rockers last night. I was not myself. You saw me at my worst. I blamed you for things that were of no fault of my own. Sandra I am learning how to trust you. I know last night's actions do not prove that. But I am. And I can't go into rehab. The press would rip into me. And I need you here. I can't get someone else. Ginger would be furious with me if I have you leaving. She will never marry me. I can't say I blame her either" he rambles on. Tears are in his eyes. "I never have hurt a woman in my life. That was not me. You have to believe me"

I take a deep breath. I did not really want to talk. But that took guts for him to say. "I understand that. I really do. But you scared me Mr. Presley. I never have worked with someone who has been getting off drugs. That was not what I was ready for. I am not cut out for this!" I argue.

"But you are! You are! You are doing a great job other that what happened last night! I swear. Please give me one more try. I will never act like that again. I swear" he begs of me.

He touches my arm he hurt last night. I wince. "Please!" he says softly.

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I feel myself softing. I should not after last night. I never allowed men to hurt me in anyway. Physically or mentally. I did not want Mr. Presley to think he was getting away with mental games with me. That was not it. He truly did need my help. I could leave when ever I wanted to. And I would. I sigh. I would have to call Mary Anne and tell her I was staying.

"I heard what you said on the phone. Your friend was askin about what happened. And you did not say a word" he says softly.

"I would never tell anyone what happens here" I vow. "I took a nurses oath" I remind him.

"That made me see I could trust you. And I can't lose that" he mentions. He looks down at my wrist. He sees the bruise. "I did this?" he asks in horror. "I am so sorry" he says softly.

His thumb circles near the bruise. Like he wishes he could take it away magically. "Now you do not trust me" he sighs.

"I won't leave. For now," I say softly warn him.

He hugs me. "Thank you for that. I am very sorry. Please join me downstairs for breakfast" he requests.

He pulls away. Then smiles sadly at me. I nod. He heads out the door then shuts the door behind him. I take a shower. Was I making a mistake staying here? I could not fail him. He had death creeping in on him. He ate badly. He had bad sleeping patterns. He was going through so much. He needed to slow it all down. Maybe he would listen to me!

How was I going to get through to him??

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