chapter eight: Gladys.

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You, Vernon, Gladys, Colonel and Elvis are sat in the living room as he sings. Gladys looks at the paper that says drafted.

"No.. there's no way my baby's going to Germany for two years." Gladys says.

"It's either the army or jail.." Colonel says.

"There is something else. Vernon, they are poking into your back ground." Colonel adds on.

"We don't have nothing to be ashamed of! My daddy is a good man." Elvis says and Gladys nods, tears on her cheeks.

"Yes, Yes. But your papa did go to jail. You know them and their flashy headlines. Elvis the draft dodger, a family of delinquents." Colonel says.

Your sat on the couch with tears in your eyes, as you brush them away once they roll down your cheek.

"We may never sell a record again. My way of thinking, the army could be a brand new start-." Colonel says.

"Let them cut your hair, prove to the world that you are a clean cut all American boy. You do your two years and when you come back, I promise you I will have done everything I can to make you the biggest actor in Hollywood." Colonel says.

"You will choose your own pictures." Colonel adds on.

"It's going to be okay, baby." Elvis says, comforting you.

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Since Elvis left for the army, Gladys had been worried. She worried and drank, worried and drank... worried and drank.

She then collapsed at the top of the stairs and you and Vernon ran up to her with worry.

Vernon shouted and shouted trying to wake her up, but she didn't. Gladys Presley had died.

Elvis then came back to Graceland after hearing the news of his mother's horrific death. You see him walk in, tears streaming down his face.

"Come here." You say.

You then pull Elvis into a tight hug, running your fingers through his hair.

"It's going to be okay, baby." You say, as he cries into your chest.

You hold him, as he cries. You can't help but cry too.

After the memorial, Elvis sits in his mothers closet crying. Hugging his mothers clothes. Then Colonel walks through the door.

Colonel comforts him, then he sits on the front steps of the house. Hugging his crying father as people take pictures.

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