Money, Power, Glory (Elvis Presley Fan Fic)

Cruel World/Carmen

"Mom, he's like the sweetest guy I've ever met in my entire life, I'm sure he's got somebody on the side. It hurts me, I want it to work, I really do. He's so charming, and caring."
"Honey, ignore his faults. He's got a very stable income, he's got a lot to offer. Go back, get the experience, but you don't break up with him unless he brings her here permanently, or if he breaks up with you. Don't give him your body yet." I sighed and packed a overnight bag.
"I'll be back in like two days." I said and kissed her forehead and got in my car. I drove back to Graceland and waited at the gate for him to let me in. One of his help came down and opened the gate for me. They got in my car and we rode back to the house. I parked in the garage and walked into the house. I climbed upstairs and he was waiting for me.
"Celly." He said and stood up. I tried to walk pass him and he grabbed my arm forcing me to look at him.
Six Months Later
October 23rd, 1960
Graceland
Elvis's POV
I woke up and Marcella was standing in the mirror doing her hair.
"Happy Birthday." I said and she smiled.
"Thank you." She said and kissed me.
"25 today."
"Yeah, it's strange." She admitted and braided her hair quickly,"but, I've gotta go see my momma. She's not feeling well."
"Come home at 5:30."
"Presley."
"You heard me, come back at 5:30." I said and she sighed in frustration.
"Fine, fine." She said and hugged me. As she left I had help from everybody to get the cake out the fridge and they helped me set up the party. I helped blow up the balloons and then the phone rang. I ran to the room and answered the call.
"Hello?"
"It's Priscilla." She said and I smiled.
"Little One, what's up."
"I am about to get in bed. It's really late dear."
"Sleep tight honey."
"You too." She said I hung up. I came back out and started letting Memphis Mafia in, then her sister and her niece and nephew, her uncles and cousins, her auntie's, and her father. It was all set. When it was 5:30 she called the phone.
"Hey, where are you?"
"I'm waiting outside the gate. Can you let me in please?"
"Yeah I'm coming." I mumbled and hung up. I had her father record everything for me and someone else take pictures.
I walked down to the gate and opened it. I climbed in her car and she looked at me.
"What's up?" I asked and she smiled.
"Mama's doing better today." She said and showed off the diamond ring her mother got her. We walked into the house and everybody hopped out of the hiding places. She giggled and smiled until she saw her father. I had them turn on the music and she walked to her father and she gave him the biggest hug. They hadn't seen each other since she was 18.
Marcella's POV
December 24th, 1953
I was out with my best friend Carmen, her presence was heavenly everyday. However she was known around town for her heavy drinking and sleeping with lots of guys. She was only seventeen and we went up to Coney Island on the weekends, not when we couldn't go we'd go to a hotel that bordered the beach and hang out in there. This particular weekend, she wasn't herself. She was laying on the bed in our hotel drinking heavily.
"I know you're older than me, but you don't want to be like me. You don't wanna see all the things I've seen. I'm dying, I feel sick all the time." She says, "You don't want to get this way, infamous and dumb at an early age."
"Carmen all the boys, the girls, they all like you. You've got a mind like a diamond. It's beautiful and-"
"It's not all about beauty! You're beautiful too, but you're happy. I'm miserable and as you can see mostly everybody loves me right about now. It doesn't matter if I don't even like or care about myself." Carmen was the wild child, staying up until seven-in-the-morning, and she walked the streets so mean as she aged.
"Marcella, listen to me! Damnit, you don't want to be like me, looking for fun, getting high for free. That's why I'm dying, I don't know what I've had to drink or what drugs I've done, you need to stay away from that." She says, "You don't want to get this way, street walk at night, and a star by day. They all love me, but I don't care anymore. I'm ready for god to take me."
"It's not your time Carmen, you're going to leave me down here to be by myself?"
"Yes! This isn't about you anymore!" I stood up and walked to the beach. I was wearing pants and a button up shirt but I was still cold. I walked to a pay phone and made a collect call to my father.
"Daddy." I said and he sighed.
"What do you need? You leave with out telling us where you're going and then-"
"Dad I'm in New York. I need your help. Carmen wants to die, and there's no way I could convince her of other wise.
"Give her a bible, a gun, and talk to her. This is the last time I'll ever be talking to you, we are done." Then he hung up on me. I walked to the hotel and she was on the floor. I passed her the bible and I put one bullet in the gun, and spun it before handing it to her.
"I got your bible and your gun, you love to party and have fun. But you want to die...if you die I'll be so happy. Because I won't ever have to deal with making friends anymore, because my best friend is gone." I walked out and she threw the bible at me.
"I'm a sinner, me reading that is not going to save me. It's going to make the religious nuts mad." She said and I picked up the bible and told her.
"If it doesn't fire the second time, you give up and you come back to me, and we go home." She nodded and I closed the door. I sat outside of the room, my hands over my ears. I closed my eyes, and heard her yell.
"ONE!" Click, nothing. I could feel her getting relieved.
"TWO!" Click....

Nothing. I stood up after two minutes and walked into the room. She looked at me in complete shock and for the first time and cried in my arms. I breathed and then started crying.
"I'm leaving." I said and took the gun and left. That was the last time I saw Carmen.
Present
Elvis's POV
She held on to her daddy for a long time, she was smiling and crying. They had a chat, away from the group and then she walked to me and kissed me.
"Thank you so much." She said and held my hand. She clears her throat and everybody is staring at her.
"I've been with this man for six months, he's the kindest, giving, sweetheart man I've ever experienced. I guess it doesn't hurt that he's a singer." Everybody laughs,"he's my guy, and I wouldn't give this up for the world,thank you for coming." She said and cheered.
Later That Night
She was wiping her eyes as she told me about her friend Carmen.
"Sometimes you've got to get rid of the negative in your life...she might be a changed girl now. I'll try to find her for you. Do you have any pictures?"
"One." She said and dug in her bag for it. She pulled it out and passed it to me. The girls were brunettes, Carmen was slightly younger, wearing a white bikini, visibly miserable, beautiful. Marcella was in poka dots one piece, happy, drop dead gorgeous. Something was off about her though.
"What was wrong?"
"She was sick, very sad all the time, and she wanted to die... I was hurt that she wasn't enjoying the trip, I was crying out for her and she wasn't there mentally. I enjoyed the trip. But it was the reason my father wasn't talking to me." She mumbled and I wiped her tears.