Loving You

Chapter Twenty-Five

September 15, 1956 8:45 AM

*Elvis POV*

I stare up at Regina and Mike as they continue to lecture me in hushed tones about how what I had done to Jessica was wrong. I already knew all this, and I felt like a lowlife for even being that way towards her. I nod silently as they continue speaking on how I had wronged Jessica, and no matter how much they liked me, they couldn't let me be alone with her anymore. I watch as Regina's gaze snaps towards the entryway, having probably heard the same noise I had. I keep my eyes trained on Mike, knowing that if I looked away, he would most likely yell at me again.

I had arrived sometime around midnight this morning and they had allowed me to come in. Mike let me sleep on the couch, but then woke me at around seven this morning. They've been talking to me since. Regina stands and leaves the room, and I'm distracted by her movement. This was the second time she'd gotten up since this talk began, and I was starting to wonder where she was going. Was she going to talk to Jessica? Did she know I was here? I begin to bounce my leg nervously, wondering if Jessica was going to let me talk to her. Mike grabs my face and redirects my attention, "Elvis, did you hear me?"

I shake my head lightly, "No sir, I'm sorry."

He sighs, "I said that Regina is going to get Jessica, and you need to act with respect. I won't stand for you begging her, or even crying. You two need to talk like mature adults, got it?"

I listen carefully to him and nod, "Yes sir. Whatever it takes, I-I'll do it." He smiles and motions at the door. I turn and stand up as Jessica and Regina enter the room. My heart flutters at the sight of Jessica. God she's beautiful. I bite my lip, "H-hello, Jessica."

Her beautiful blue eyes land on me and I'm filled with sorrow at the subtle hurt look that was washed over her face, "Elvis." She nods once curtly, then looks at her parents, "Why is he here?"

I furrow my brow, ouch. There was no need to be so harsh. Mike clears his throat, "He turned up on his own accord. We simply invited him in and talked with him for a long time. He has expressed an interest in talking to you about the unpleasantries that occurred between you two."

I nod in agreement, but Jessica looks up at me, "I don't want to talk about that. I don't want to talk to you, either. Please leave my home." Simply, she turns and leaves the room. I feel my heart shatter and I sink back into the couch. Tears stung at my eyes as I stare at the floor, purposely avoiding the gaze of her parents.

After a moment, I stand up, "I suppose I'll just leave then..." I turn and start towards the door. I grab the handle and step outside, closing the door behind me. The instant I get the door closed, Jessica jumps on me and presses her lips to mine. I'm taken back for a moment, and slowly push her off of me. "What the hell are you doin'? You were just real mean to me inside!"

She looks up at me innocently, "Oh, that... I'm sorry, I was just putting on a show for my parents. I had a real interesting dream about you this morning."

I furrow my brow, "Your parents were expectin' us to talk about what happened. They've been talkin' to me all mornin' and I was ready to try and reconcile our relationship, Jessica. I realize that I've wronged you, and I wanted to tell you what actually happened, because it ain't really what you think happened."

She folds her arms over her chest, "So what happened, hm? You told her no right before you ravaged her in our bed?"

I shake my head and rub my arm, "No. That ain't what happened at all." I look down at the steps and sit down, "Please sit, and listen... It's real important that I tell you." She sits down beside me and looks up at me, sighing softly. "After you left to go for your walk, I went out to the kitchen to get a coke, and Loretta was lookin' at me real funny. I asked her what was wrong and she ran over and jumped on me, tellin' me she lied when she said she would control herself, and had been waitin' for the perfect time to screw me. I tried to push her off me, but she latched her legs around my waist and started grindin' on me. I guess I got distracted and let things happen. But I didn't finish, because I didn't like it. I actually uh... I went soft, but she somehow managed to finish and she climbed off me like it was nothin'. She went to the livin' room, and I just laid there tryin' to make sense of what happened. When you walked in, I was prepared to confess, but somethin' stopped me. I'm sorry, I should have just told you right away."