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*ELVIS POV*
His entire body ached. Even his hair slumped in pain. Groggily, Elvis opened his eyes for what seem like the first time in a year. Looking around he found himself on the floor of a house that he wasn’t familiar with. Panic was his first reaction. His eyes shot open and he jolted forward in an attempt to sit up. This is when his aching body firmly reminded him, that sitting up was not such a great idea. Grunting in pain, he slumped back into the floor. Elvis eyed his surroundings, searching desperately through his memory for what could have brought him into this place. Then he remembered. The walk, the blizzard, the cold, the night, and the light to the house. ‘This must be the house! Well, I’m alive….’ The aching in his body was most likely from freezing the night before. He looked down at his legs, attempting to move his toes to get them back working. Then he realized he wasn't wearing the same clothes. They were different! Someone must have changed him. Pondering his situation, someone also must have brought him into the house and made this pallet on the floor for him. But who?
Slower this time, Elvis attempted to get up. Struggling to a sitting position, he crawled over towards the nearby couch and used its leverage to help him stand. His body ached, but he ignored the pain and stood weakly. Looking around the house, he found it to be rather small. He wondered who lived here, who had helped him last night? Calling out, he managed a weak and scratchy “Hello? Is anyone here?”
No one answered, so he figured they were probably asleep. He stumbled around towards the kitchen, regaining blood circulation in his legs and feet. As he walked into the kitchen, he noticed a note lying on the counter beside a plate of eggs and glass of milk.
Dear Mr.,
I apologize I was not around when you awoke this morning. I have to be at work early. I found you last night, unconscious, covered in ice on my doorstep. I took your clothes and hung them to dry by the door, you are wearing a few of my dad’s old clothes that he has no need of, so feel free to take them with you when you leave. I have made eggs for you this morning, because I am sure that you are rightly starving.
Take care,
Ana
P.S. - Try to avoid any blizzards from now on
A smirk crept up on Elvis’ face. “Ana,” he mused aloud. He caught himself wondering what this Ana looked like. How old was she? Married? Boyfriend? “You’ve been away from women for too long, old boy,” he laughed at himself. Just a feminine name sent his blood spiraling down south.
Before his thoughts could get too carried away, he sat down to eat the breakfast that had been prepared for him. It’d been a while since he’d eaten a woman’s cooking, and he realized just how much he’d missed the taste of a fine cook. ‘She’s probably a grandma, ain’t no woman can cook this good and be attractive.’ He assured himself, trying to get his mind away from thoughts of women.
Finishing off his plate, Elvis remember how his mother had raised him and cleaned up his mess, washing the dishes he had used as well as the few other dishes that lay unwashed in the sink. He picked up the note the woman had left him and began to think of how to thank this lady. ‘A car, money, new appliances….. wait.” Remembering his misfortune for the time being, he realized he had no money or way to give this lady something in return for saving his life. He wasn't Elvis Presley, the king; he was Aaron Sley, the nobody. No money, no fame, no one even knew who he was. Eventually, he would return as Elvis and give this woman the reward she deserved for saving his life.
Sighing, Elvis decided all he could do for now was write a note back for her to find.
Dear Ana,
I cannot thank you enough for saving my life. It is a miracle that I am still alive I and I have you to thank for that. Unfortunately, in my present circumstances, I have nothing substantial to offer you as gratitude for your hospitality and of course for saving my life. Breakfast was amazing, you are a wonderful cook. It’s been a while since I’ve had food as good as yours. I am sorry if I have caused you any inconvenience.
Thankyou again,
E
P.S. - No more blizzards for me. I assure you.
Satisfied with his note, Elvis placed it on the table where he had found it. He had found his clothes where the note said that they would be, hanging on a coat wrack by the door. Cleaning up the area where he had slept the best he could, Elvis gathered his things. He figured that Neil and the boys would at least have noticed him missing, since he hadn’t returned last night, but they were probably more concerned with the idea that maybe he had made an escape attempt. ‘Hah, probably out searching the mountain for me right now.’ He thought. ‘I’ll give them a piece of my mind when I get back. They should have at least come looking for me last night. I could’ve died!’
Though the thought of actually trying for escape crossed his mind, Elvis decided that it was best to stay near civilization from now on, and running off like a mad man into the woods could turn out to be a very bad idea.
Looking around the quaint little house one last time, Elvis pulled on his thin jacket and set out to brave the morning snow. Hopefully the boys would be out looking for him so he wouldn’t have to walk all the way back up the mountain to the cabin. As he opened the front door, he realized that walking back was going to be even harder than he had originally imagined. He hadn’t thought of the snow that was piled at least 3ft. off the ground. He mentally face palmed. ‘Well this is going to be fun.’
Setting out, he took a quick look down the street towards the town. ‘Neil was right. There isn’t much down here.’ Deciding to get back to the cabin as soon as possible so the boys wouldn’t be mad at him, he figured that he’d come down and actually visit the town the next time he was up for another “out and about.”
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[A few hours later] Elvis slouched against a tree, exhausted from the mile or so he had just sludged up the mountain. So far he had seen no familiar markings and had almost completely lost his bearings. To tired to move any longer, he fell slumped down in the snow to breathe. After catching his breath, he called out to whomever could hear him in hopes that Neil or one of the boys were nearby possibly looking for him.
“Is anyone there?” His voice echoed through the trees. “Hello?”
Nothing.
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Romance** In the process of major editing and finishing ** Small town girl Anastasia Laine is stuck waiting tables in her hometown of Brokenfold, Wyoming to keep herself and her mom afloat. On the other side of the world, Elvis Presley is KIDNAPPED and ta...
