You have seen Elvis with every girl you can think of from the twenty-six Elvis stories I have written. This time, Elvis falls in love with someone vastly younger than him. This may not come as too much of a surprise, since he loved younger women and...
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Amelia was still crying when I got back into my suite, and I instantly brought her over to my bed and gently laid her down onto it. My heart was breaking at hearing her sobs and bitter cries because of what happened to her. As her hair moved when I laid her down, I saw the bite marks on her neck, made by that monster.
"That bastard," I muttered darkly and moved her hair so it was covering up that mark. She would have to wear her hair down now if she wanted to hide that, until it healed. I sat down on the floor so my head was level with hers as she lay there in the bed. "Amelia, honey... it's okay. You're safe." She still cried. "Oh, darlin..."
I needed to do something about this other than just sit here and try to comfort her. After what she went through, she wouldn't want a much older guy being close to her. I stood up and went over to the phone and instantly put in her home phone number. Rhonda picked up, and after I told her it was me, I had to tell her what was going on, or more, what happened to her beloved daughter. She told me that she would call Daniel at work, and they would be here as quickly as possible.
I went back to my bed and saw that she had turned over so her back was facing me, and she wasn't crying anymore, at least heartily. She was whimpering. "Hey, Amelia," I said gently. "Your parents are comin', okay? I just called your momma up, and she's gonna call your daddy, and they both are gonna be here soon." She said nothing. "I'm so, so sorry this happened to ya, angel."
When she didn't say anything still, I turned around to go back into the living room to give her some space. As I about left this bedroom portion of my suit, I heard in a muffled voice, "I told Uncle Dave everything, and I left while he called Mr. Newport up to fire him. I listened in on the conversation at the door, and tried to run away when it was over, but... he came out. He chased me. I should've just left. Or... I should've let you help or come with me..."
My heart dropped farther if that was possible. I sat on the edge of the bed. "Ah, no, honey, don't blame yourself, okay? It's all that weasel's fault. Don't you for a second think that it's yours. He's not gonna bother you again, I'm gonna make sure of that."
She said nothing for a moment, then, "I'm sorry you're missing the shelter event."
I smirked at her attempt to forget the situation or just distract from it. "It can be rescheduled. Plus, you're more important than some dogs and cats. You want some water or somethin'?"
"No, I drank a whole bottle of Coke earlier." She sat up, and she didn't bother to fix her hair. "Um, could I use your bathroom?"
"Of course you can, honey. You don't have to ask."
She nodded as she got off the bed and went on into the bathroom and shut the door. I wanted so badly to hold her in my arms and comfort her, but that would be a bad idea in this situation. It made me think that she would be deterred from older guys in general after this. Well, it was what my people and probably hers wanted—for her and me to stay away from people romantically that were vastly far from us in age. It was for the best.
