Loving You

Chapter Twenty-Four

September 13, 1956 6 PM

*Elvis POV*

Filming has been hell since Jessica left. I haven't enjoyed a single minute of it. Even though we started filming on site yesterday, I still hated it. After seeing the way her face lit up while watching me, I wanted her to be there every second. If I hadn't screwed up, we would have been together a month, since we went on our first date a month ago today. I sit down on my couch and sigh, I need my baby back.

There's a slight knock at the door before Joe steps through. He walks over and pulls an envelope out of his pocket, "I know you said you didn't want to look at your mail for awhile, but I figured this one was important." He drops the envelope in my lap and bites his lip, "I'm not sure what it'll say, but enjoy." Quietly, he leaves the room.

I look down at it, and read the name, "Jessica Drew?" A smile spreads across my face, she wrote to me! Maybe things were getting better for us! Quickly, I tear the envelope open and pull the extremely thick letter out. Wow, she sure did write a lot! I unfold it and start on the first page:

"Elvis
How are things going for you? I hope they're going well for you, because they're not for me. I've been awful lonely since I left California, and I've regretted it every single mile. I needed to keep going though, because my emotions were at stake. I needed to find a way to be happy again, and I couldn't with you and that retched woman there. Even with her gone, I still felt like I needed to be away from you, but I couldn't do that without the safety of an officer there with me. I would have had to wait it out until morning, and then get my parents to send some money down for a hotel room, but that just didn't seem right to me; so I left. I hope you understand why I left, and that you don't hate me. The only thing I really want is for you not to hate me."

I pause for a moment to take in all that she's said. When I look at the next paragraph, I notice that the handwriting has changed.

"Alright, listen. This was my idea, and Jessica just went along with it. This is Daisy writing now, and you're going to listen to what I have to say. You really hurt Jessica, and I hope I never have to see your face again. I know that Jess still loves you more than anything, but I don't think she should ever come back to you. What you did is awful, and you don't deserve someone as wonderful as she is. Put down the letter now if you want, but just know that Jessica has written something at the end, and you won't understand unless you make it through what I have to say first.
How dare you sleep with four women like that? What could possibly be wrong in that sexist brain of yours that made it acceptable for you to cheat on her? Look, I guess I can understand the first 3, because she wasn't there and you were probably lonely or whatever, but sleeping with the officer that was protecting her still has me scratching my head. You two get in a fight and she leaves, and your best solution is to screw her protection? You screw Officer Loretta because you're what? Angry? Because you're upset? What possibly went through that thick fucking skull that made that okay? You need a fucking psychiatrist, Elvis. You need someone to evaluate that fucked up brain of yours, because having cheated on her like that doesn't make sense to a normal human being. Jessica is severely hurt by what you did to her. She forgave you for the other three women, and you make it up to her by cheating on her again. She told me that the night she left, you put rose petals all over the bed. She confessed that after locking herself in the bedroom, she hoped you would find a way to knock the door down and make love to her. That's all she wanted from you. She wanted you to make love to her every single night after she got better, but you kept putting her off. That isn't fair to her, Elvis. You did her wrong, way wrong, and she was willing to forgive you, had you done that one thing right. But you couldn't even do that right. She just wanted one night of you holding her close, and showing her how much you love her, but you just couldn't. You couldn't take the time out of screwing everyone else to show her even the slightest bit of affection, and I hate you for that, Elvis. She was going to have your baby, and nearly died for you, but forget her right? Jess admitted that she went to bed crying most nights because of how much she longed for your affection. It hurt her deeply that you could make love to random women, and not her. She felt unwanted by you, even though you fooled around with her. She wanted more than just fooling around, Elvis.
I can't believe you did this to her. Actually, I can. Ever since she caught you with that slut under you, I knew you were bound to do it again. You celebrities think that just because you're famous that you can get away with whatever you want. If Jessica decides to take you back, you better shape up. If she takes you back, and you hurt her again, I'll make sure to hurt you!"