A Real Life Cinderella Story

Here I come

I made a run for it. Ron needn't worry since his parents are out for the night and his older brothers don't give a shit about anything. He stayed in the hotel for the night while I had to face the grim reaper.

My entire body was shaking in fear when I cautiously knocked on our front door. I waited. And waited. Then I knocked again, this time a bit louder. Still no reply. In the end I gave up, banging on the door while screaming for mom and dad. At the point, the old man next door barged out, yelling at me to be quiet.

"Mr. Del, excuse my behavior, but may I know if mother and father are home?" I asked politely, like the good girl mother and father expects. Of course I doubt father even cared, I wasn't his child.

Mr Del gave me a quizzical look, "Your parents never told you? They moved out, their staying at a distant relatives for the last few weeks as your father prepares to leave for Berlin at the end of the month. How could you not know?"

I heart stops, my parents never mentioned such thing. So they just left? Throw me behind them all because of my love for Elvis? Fear and rage purse through my body, I felt sick. Where was I to stay for the night? I had nowhere to go! Then I remembered the letter, my hand immediately slid into my pocket, fishing out the crumpled letter. Yes, Elvis saved me once, he'll do it again.

I shoved five dollars into Mr. Del'e hand, "Please sir, drive me somewhere, I'll remember you for ever for your good deeds!"

Mr. Del looked at me in shocked, "You must be kidding child, it's the middle of the night-"

"Exactly! I have nowhere to go, no shelter to stay in. I beg your pardon to help me, see it as...an opportunity to please God!"

Mr. Del's eyes watered, he was a good Christian, "Yes yes I will, stay here, let me get my keys you poor kid." He went to retrieve his keys. Using this opportunity, I clamp my ears to my house door to detect any sound of life, I wasn't sure if my parents words could be trusted. But to my dismay, the only noise I heard was the dripping of our leaking faucet. I sighed and turned back to Mr. Del, who finally found his car keys.

Mother and that man abandoned me, but I know Elvis won't.

"Com'n Mr. Del, I think you'll find someone you might want to meet when we get there."

I started back down the stairs without turning to see his confused wrinkled face.

Elvis, here I come.