With Love, 𝙀𝙡𝙫𝙞𝙨

Chapter 25

Y/N HUDSON

AUGUST 29, 1960

"Elvis, let go of my arm, you're hurting me!" You squealed as you gripped his hand that was tightly squeezing on to your upper arm.

He still hasn't said anything all while dragging you throughout the house, you were getting fed up. He lead you up the stairs and quickly pushed you into his bedroom. It was dimly lit from the light of the television and you couldn't see much. He locked the door behind him and went to close the curtains of his bedroom.

"Elvis, stop!" He didn't. "Elvis Presley!"

That got him to look at you with an angry expression. He pushed you down onto the bed as he paced the room back and forth. You sat up and huffed in annoyance.

"You've been ignoring me," was all he said. His words sounded slurred and you could smell the alcohol from here.

Are you kidding me right now?! You thought to yourself.

"You've got A LOT of nerve to talk about me ignoring you. You've been out so much, you can't even look at me!" You retaliated.

Elvis stopped pacing to look at you with his arms crossed. "You can't even begin to imagine the stress I'm under right now, Y/n..."

"The stress?! What the hell are you stressing about? The fact that we all do the work so you have a place to live? Or are you having a hard time knowing where to take Priscilla on your next date?!"

Elvis' eyes widened. Even though he was drunk, he was still shocked at the fact you found out about him and Priscilla. That's how bad he wanted to keep it from you.

You had a few drinks yourself, you were only tipsy; however, when two people argue with alcohol both in their systems... it doesn't always turn out the best.

"Who- who told you about that?" He asked quietly.

"Nobody. I heard you talking to her on the phone."

"You're lying," he said while stumbling over his own foot and landing next to you on the bed.

"I'm not lying, Elvis! I was in the dining room when I heard you talking to her... you still love her."

"No- no- it's not like that, Y/n," he muttered quickly.

"What's it like then, Elvis?! I'm so tired of being your second choice... always, I'm always your second fucking choice. I give you what you want; my time, my respect, my word, even my body! I gave you my life and you have done nothing- absolutely nothing in return!" You yelled.

You were now standing up, towering over his drunken state on the bed. He sat up, his brows furrowed.

"Are you fuckin' kiddin' me, woman?! I let you live here for free! You use my money whenever you want just like the rest of them," he pointed towards the window. He was talking about everyone outside.

You scoffed while shaking your head. "Oh no, you've got it twisted. You didn't let me live here for free, you begged me to stay. I have walked out on your ass SEVERAL times! You're the one who calls me back every goddamn time! Matter of fact, I have no problem doing it again!"

As you walked towards the door, Elvis quickly got up and stood in front of the door, his arms darted to your waist.

"No- no, Y/n, you need to stay, please," he begged.

The control you had over Elvis would be enough to send someone into shock, yet he had so much control over you as well. He could touch you in the slightest and most innocent ways, yet you would still feel an electric shock each time.