The Stalker (Elvis Presley Story)

Chapter 4

Melissa came out of the steamy bathroom and glanced around. It was after midnight and her roommates were already asleep. Melissa knew she should get in bed, too. They had rehearsal in the morning and another performance tomorrow night.

Moving quietly, she crossed the dim room to the dresser and reached for her bottle of body lotion. The roses were still there, still in their green tissue paper. As she rubbed the lotion onto her legs, she could smell the strong, sweet scent of the flowers.

Soon you'll be mine. Soon, Melissa.

Frowning, Melissa turned her back on the flowers and got into bed. Lying back, she looked at the ceiling. She should of never brought the flowers back with her. She wanted their sickening smell and their blood-red blossoms out of the room. Out of her sight.

Getting up, she pulled on her robe and slipped on her shoes. She picked up the roses, got her key and some money, and left the room.

Outside, Melissa walked quickly down the open-air corridor to the soda machine. She tossed the flowers into the large trash can, then fed some change into the machine and punched the button for a coke. The can thumped down noisily.

Except for a car parked in the empty lot across the street, the area was deserted. The night was quiet and the cool night air felt good. She popped the tab on the soda and took a long drink.

Leaning against the machine, she stared across the street, thinking about Elvis and jimmy.

Jimmy had been a major mistake.

If she ever got anything going with Elvis, would he turn out to be a mistake, too?

Melissa closed her eyes and pictured Elvis's face. It bothered Toni the way he kind of kept to himself, but Melissa liked it. A lot of theater people were always "on." Elvis stood out just by being quiet.

According to steph, though, it was all an act.

You can't believe everything you hear, Melissa told herself. Especially if it comes from Steph thompson. Every story has two sides. Find out what Elvis's side is.

Reaching up, she felt her hair to see if it was dry.

Across the street, a cars headlights burst on, trapping Melissa like a deer in the bright glare of the high beams.
Startled, she waited for the car to pull away.

It didn't move.

Melissa shaded her eyes. In the dim glow of a streetlight, she could just make out the dark shape of the driver.

Motionless, like the car.

She tightened her grip on the soda can. A car with its headlights, focused on her. A motionless, faceless driver.

Watching her?

It felt the same. Someone watching her, hidden behind a glaring light. First at the theater. Now at the motel.

Melissa threw soda can into the trash and ran down the walkway. When she reached her room, she nervously fumbled with the key, her heart pounding.

Was he out of his car, crossing the street?

Coming after her?

At last, she got the door open and slipped inside, locking the door behind her.

Taking a deep breath, she began to calm down. Was it jimmy?

Anger replaced her fear. She unlocked the door and stepped out, ready to really give it to him. But the parking lot across the street was empty now.

He was gone.

But for how long?

Hey guys, this is another little chapter before we get down to the good stuff :) hope you enjoyed! And thanks for reading! Xoxo