╢Only The Strong Survive ╢Elvis Presley╢

♪ 1. Some beginning, part one ♪

May 8th, 1965.

Patricia Presley sat on the couch in the Graceland lounge, accompanying Elvis and his friends and special guests such as Frank Sinatra, his newly married wife Mia Farrow, and daughter Nancy.

Someone on the side might think that the atmosphere is casual and welcoming and might be honestly fooled. Only a few people knew that the tenderness and respect shown by Elvis and Patti was a normal deal Patti was forced into.

— Being married is a great thing.— Frank chuckled and looked at Mia fondly. —It's important to find the one.

—You couldn't find, honey, until you finally made it.— Mia, a very skinny lovely young woman, drank some wine and smiled Elvis with a polite smile. — You're lucky too, Elvis. Your Patti is a real beauty and has a cool character.

Patti wanted to relax at all costs, but it was not easy. Elvis watched her every step, and so did the people who watched her when he wasn't around. Only Billy, his cousin, who wished Patti the worst for killing his girlfriend, was removed from Elvis' old team.

Yes, she killed a human. Patti, wanting to break free, had to do it. When she thought she almost succeeded, Elvis caught up with her and shot her, and was almost determined to kill her.

If I cannot have you, no one will have you.

He told her these words every day when she woke up in his king-size bed and stared blankly at the ceiling. That evening, when Elvis threatened her with death and shot her in the air, tired of fear, weakened and dazed by the drugs being given to her to make her weak, she passed out. Her captor caught her, making another plan in his sick head.

If you walk away from me, I can easily frame you for Jo's murder. It's easy for me, darling. Do you want to spend the rest of your life in prison? There your beauty will fade away. And importantly, you will never see our baby, I will try to do so.

Patti didn't care if she went to jail. Now she thought of her child who lived in her. She put her hand on her still-flat stomach and knew there was no way out. At least for now...

She had no help from nowhere, she was without money, and although she lived in her hometown, she was doomed to the sick control of a man who was all-powerful. Elvis showed up from this side.

—It may be beautiful, but it's up to you — Elvis told her when they were back in her cell. — You can live here as my wife and be loved by me. Now you're motivated - we're gonna have a baby, little one. Let's forget what was and start our new, wonderful life.

—Forget what you did to me?— Patti hissed, pushing herself into the corner of the cell. — You tricked me into this marriage, you hit me, then you kidnapped and imprisoned me. I killed an innocent woman because of you!

—I've got blood on my hands, too — Elvis sighed and knelt beside her. He touched her hair and sniffed it. — Now we're made of the same clay. I promise to love you more and respect you from now on, Pat. You have no choice but to agree. If not — he let go of a strand of her hair and ran a finger down his neck. — Only now I will wait until you give birth to my baby.

—Why are you doing this?— Patti asked softly. — If you really loved Dixie, you'd let me go. She would hate anyone who hurt me.

At the word of hate, Elvis grabbed her by the hair and she screamed. His face contorted with fury as he hissed:

— You're doing here again, complicating everything. I have to say a million times why am I doing this? Are you so stupid not to remember it, Pat?

—I'm your rescue — she croaked, and then he let go of her hair.

—Exactly — Elvis stood up and looked down at her. —Your sister would like my demons ... to leave me. Only you can help me - a girl who has known me forever. You have one choice, because the rest are either prison or death. What do you choose, Pat?