Don't forget About Me

Prologue

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Authors Note

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I do not own Elvis Presley (Sadly) or his family, the Memphis Mafia, or anyone else in his life. I do own Leila and Dominic and any other character that was not in Elvis Presley's actual life.

That being said, the facts about Elvis in this story are all true. I will not change the facts in any way to make him seem better. Elvis was a real person and we should respect that he was not perfect.

The book 'Elvis and Me' written by Priscilla Beaulieu Presley inspired me to write this fictional story. I hope you all enjoy it :)

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The year was 1952.

The rain was falling steadily as I stood over my parents graves. I couldn't cry. It felt as if I had ran out of tears the previous night. I had an empty feeling inside, and the lump in my throat hadn't gone away since I found out about the accident.

They were on their way back from visiting their old friends in Alabama. Head on collision with a drunk driver. I couldn't stand it knowing they were really gone.

I clutched the heart shaped locket they had given me for my 10th birthday, which had our family picture inside. People said I was lucky I wasn't in the car with them, but I thought otherwise. Surely, my parents wouldn't want me thinking such thoughts. They were always the carefree type, and always strived for adventure. They believed in not dwelling on regrets and to always move forward. But how could I ever move forward from this? I was only 13 years old and without my parents, I was lost.

Beside me was Elvis, holding my hand tightly, and on the other side was Gladys holding my other hand even tighter. Vernon stood beside her trying to comfort her while she sobbed.

My parents were good friends with the Presley's ever since they first moved here from Alabama. Long before I was born, and a few years before Elvis was born.

Vernon and Gladys took me as their own daughter, and I thought of them as second parents. They took me in as soon as they heard the horrific news about their friends. If it wasn't for them I would be in an orphanage right now.

Our families were both poor. Elvis and I knew how it was to grow up without much money and barely scraping by each month. When food was scarce we would eat fried peanut butter and banana sandwiches. We both knew the fear of possibly being homeless next month. We shared so much and I was thankful to have him as my best friend. I wouldn't trade him for anything or anyone in this world.

Elvis put his arm around me and leaned down to whisper in my ear.

"I promised your folks I would take care of you. I intend to keep that promise until the day I die. Don't worry little one, I'll take care of you." He whispered, and kissed my temple softly.

"I'll always take care of you"