Loving You

Chapter Thirteen

August 22, 1956 2:30 PM

*Jessica POV*

An officer just arrived at my house, he said he was going to be staying here until things got sorted out. I guess he was living here for awhile. The phone rings, so I get up to answer it, but the officer stops me. "I've got it," he says while walking over to it. "Hello? Yes, can I ask who is calling?" He glances over at me, "One moment." He places the phone down and stares at me as a tear slips down my cheek, "This guy says his name is Elvis Presley. Ain't that funny? What's funnier is he says he's your boyfriend or something. Want me to give him a runaround?"

I shake my head and walk towards him, "No, he's really my boyfriend." I sniffle, then pick up the phone, "Hello?"

"Honey? It's Elvis, what's wrong?"

I sigh, "Elvis, I have some bad news to tell you..."

He clears his throat, "Is it about the baby?"

I shake my head, "No, it isn't about that."

"Then what baby? Tell me."

My lips tremble as I try to come up with the words to tell him. "Uhm," I pause, "Dylan escaped from prison. No one knows where he is." Tears start streaking down my face, I couldn't hold them back.

Elvis remains completely silent, for a minute I think he's hung up. But then he speaks, "Are you alright?"

"No, I'm really scared. What if he comes for me and hurts me again?"

He sighs, "Honey, that ain't gonna happen. You're gonna be okay. Was that an officer that answered the phone?"

"Yes it was. His name is Officer Mark Johnson. He said he's supposed to stay with me until they find Dylan."

"Good. Make sure he goes everywhere with you, alright?"

I nod, feeling slightly calmer, "Okay. Oh, did Joe give you my letter?"

He chuckles, "Yes honey, he did. I just finished readin' it. That's why I called you actually."

"Yeah? Did you like it?" I look up at the officer and give him a look.

"I'll be in the kitchen if you need me," he says before retreating to the next room.

"Very much baby. Especially that part- wait, is the officer still there?"

"No, he went to the kitchen. Now, which part was your favorite?"

"The part in the middle, where you described all the things we did to each other, and the things you wanted to do to me," for some reason, his breathing becomes labored.

"You liked that huh?" I ask, turning on my playful voice.

He hums, "Oh yeah. It was very hot baby."

I smile, then hear someone clear their throat. I turn around and the officer is staring at me from the dining room, "Perhaps I should talk to the boys at the station about getting you your own phone for your room. That way you could talk to your boyfriend a little more privately."

My face burns, but I nod, "I already have one." I turn back to the phone, "What time to do you have to be at the set?"

Elvis chuckles, "Busted huh? And I ain't gotta be there till four."

I smile, "How was the drive down?"

"It was fine. I drove more than half the trip. But I didn't call to talk about the movie, or the drive down."

I sit down on the couch, "What did you call to talk about then?"

"Well, I-I miss ya for one thing. So by callin' I'd get to hear your sweet voice on the line. Plus, you told me to call ya when I got here." He pauses for a moment, "When did you find out about Dylan?"