His best friend

Chapter Nineteen

Rochelle POV

I tired to listen closer to Elvis talking but all I heard was muffled, mubbling. I gave up half way and just made my way out there anyway. That was until I bumped into someone.

"We need to talk." I heard before I could say sorry I looked up and saw Priscilla.

"You wanna talk? We can talk." I smirked, there has been a couple of things I've been wanting to say to her.

I made a cup of coffee for me as we sat in the kitchen of Graceland, Mary offered Priscilla a drink but she denied.

Priscilla sat across from me, Her blue eyes pireced with anger. I tapped my finger agianst my mug waiting for her to start.

"Elvis... He lied to me..... Over and over" Priscilla stared off into space. She fiddled with her finger nails.

"Thats what he does, I've known him longer. Basically my whole life." I sighed, I couldn't be mad at Priscilla. Anyone would fall for Elvis, it's him who I should be mad at.

"I asked about you in Germany, He had a letter next to a picture of you. And i read it when he was down stairs."

"A letter.... What kind of letter" I cut her offf. I sent multiple letters to Elvis some of them a little erotic more than other.

"Lets just say that they... We're personal." Her face blushed with Embarrassment. Hinting that it was the erotic letter.

My face got hot, And my eyes avoided hers. "Hm, Well what about them?"

"I asked about you when I found them.... He said that you were just a fan who was obssessed with him." She finshed off. I had no idea what to say, how could he say I was Obssessed.

Why did he just tell her the truth..

"Rochelle, I wouldn't have continued with Elvis if I didnt know the full story... He betrayed me..." She cried.

"No, It was me who he betrayed." A single tear fell down my face, Elvis has done many things to me over the years but he has taken this to far.