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deke-rivers-1957 · 6 months

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Clambake Review

This is often considered to be the worst Elvis film ever made. Even Elvis himself allegedly hated making the film. However, it's most likely because of the fact that Elvis suffered from that infamous concussion just before filming started. A lot of fans who watched this film say that you can see Elvis is ailing. Does his acting suffer because of it or just fan projection? Let's find out.

We immediately start off with the titular song "Clambake". For a movie that takes place in Miami, you wouldn't associate the city with clambake. Or oil rigs. But we don't live in this movie's reality because both of those things exist in Miami apparently. While it is true that Native Americans in Florida developed a technique referred to as a "clambake", a traditional clambake is predominantly held on the Northern East coast. They could've just as easily reused New Orleans if they wanted to include both of those elements.

This is easily one of the worst outfits Elvis ever worn. Scott would never wear this. Based on his character he'd want to be as far away from it as possible. It makes more sense for Tom Wilson to buy this when they switch identities. I know he has to wear something at the beginning to show that he's rich, but I would've used a different outfit.

Charlie Hodge cameos at the barber and gets a line. Imagine my surprise to see that we have an actual character arc that's setup. We understand who Scott is and why he's here in Miami. He's the son of an oil tycoon and wants to make a name for himself. He had a fiancee but he left her when it was clear she only cared for his money. We now have a clear reason to support his identity swap.

I don't hate this Prince and the Pauper type of plot, I just don't like how it's executed. Heyward Oil is everywhere somehow and yet no one recognizes Scott just by the face alone? Sure he's not the head of the company but they recognize his name so they had to have seen him at least once. Maybe I'm missing something, but I think this would've been better if Tom Wilson was played by an actor that looked more like Elvis. Impossible I know, but if Elvis had body doubles in movies, I think it could've been done.

"Who Needs Money" is a terrible duet. Elvis' vocals of course are fine but Tom Wilson's dubbed in vocals just doesn't work. The film doesn't grind to a halt because of this duet, but it's still not a rememberable song. I get that we needed a duet to show that Scott and Tom are both doing this for their own personal gain, but Tom Wilson needed different vocals for this song to be just average. It's also made abundantly clear that Elvis isn't in Miami to film this with the overuse of rear screen projections.

When we get to the hotel, the scene where Jamison is talking with the women is so bizarre. Some of the women's dialogue sounded either effected (meaning they purposely put on a type of voice that suggests bad acting or bad direction) or were dubbed in. It just didn't sound like they were recorded the same way Jamison's voice was recorded. The water-skiing scene also has so much dead air that we're watching Elvis' and Shelly's doubles ski at a far angle shot with no audio outside of the boat's motor. It lasted too long and could've been redone as it just wasn't engaging.

Given that Elvis wasn't actually in Florida, at least this scene has a real background. The lighting naturally matches the time of day it's supposed to be in and they all look like they belong there. I really like Elvis' outfit though as you can at least justify long sleeve shirts with "it's night time so it's going to be cooler".

"A House That Has Everything" is fine. It allows for Scott to seemingly bond with Dianne over being poor. As much as I love Scott's part of this relationship, I just don't understand why he's in love with Dianne. She basically admits to being a gold digger, which Scott wanted to get away from. I understand the point of the movie is that she falls in love with Scott for who he is, but Scott being interested after she admits to being the one thing he wanted to avoid just doesn't make sense to me.

I do appreciate that the movie wants us to dislike Jamison by making him act like a pig for ignoring Dianne's pleas to go away. I also appreciate that this movie didn't go down the path of most Elvis films and have Scott try to fight him ultimately getting him in trouble. Instead we get shown that Scott disapproves of Jamison's actions, but also acknowledges that Dianne's a grown woman who can take care of herself.

For once we have a mid 60s Elvis film that has him have the emotional maturity to know when to pick his battles. I also admit that as much as I don't like his romantic interests in Dianne, I really enjoy seeing him wanting to respect her choices and help her. He's willing to just be a companion and doesn't let any negative feelings for Jamison interfere. A cliched love triangle would've had Scott try to sabotage Jamison to make him look bad in front of Dianne, or Scott try to convince Dianne that Jamison is no good only for her to ignore him. He doesn't do any of that and instead just let's the chips fall where they lie.

This song was easily the worst scene in the entire film. "Confidence" is embarrassingly over 5 minutes long. The editing is just bizarre with a shot that is completely upside down and a clip of the US Calvary. It's so long that there was a stretch of time that Scott isn't even singing. We're just following him and Tom Wilson play with children. Even Red West, cameoing as the ice cream gets involved in playing with the kids for literally no reason. I kid you not, it was so bad that my besties who saw the film with me all had a mini breakdown at how awful and long it was.

I can see why fans say you can see Elvis is struggling in this film. Watching this scene is like watching a man mentally regress to a child's age right before your eyes. What makes it worse is that this scene has absolutely no impact on the plot. Him singing with the kids doesn't make Dianne see Scott in a new light the way, nor do any of the kids help Scott with his boat in anyway. Outside of a throwaway line about having confidence, nothing from this scene was ever mentioned again. This scene's only purpose is to provide filler to pad out the run time.

A ride up of over 2 inches or so should never happen with clothes. That's a sign of how cheap this film was. They couldn't even bother to give Elvis a turtleneck sweater that properly fits. This whole scene is just cringy mid 60s beach party aesthetics. "Clambake" as a song is bad in that I literally couldn't understand a single word of the beginning.

The dancing in this scene isn't good and the colors in the scene hurt my eyes. The only reason why I say this song is better than "Confidence" is that there's an actual reason for this song to exist. Despite being geographically inaccurate, a clambake event was mentioned earlier in the film. Scott would want to be there because he knows Dianne would be there and just in general wanted to have fun.

I like this montage of Scott developing the goop. The whole concept of Scott wanting to make his own product is brilliant. He wants to prove that his idea can work even if his dad didn't. It adds another dimension to his character without having to include his dad. He's a genuinely intelligent man who isn't depicted as a pathetic dork or an absolute kill joy.

This gives us a rare showing of Elvis playing a character that doesn't just rizz up girls, or fights people. He also isn't a bumbling, misfortunate character that is passive to the events around him. Here, Scott's actively choosing to do this. He's making the best use of his privilege and education to not only help out a struggling boat owner, but also create a product that shows that he's more than just his dad's money.

This dynamic only makes me think that Scott is too good for Dianne. He isn't just being a decent human being and therefore deserves to be with her by default. He's actively helping a woman he barely knows get with another man by giving her advice. The fact that she's still interested in Jamison after he refused to respect her boundaries indicates that she literally only cares about his money. I know that's the point of her character arc, but watching this only makes me think that Scott deserved better.

"You Don't Know Me" only solidifies that opinion. The entire song is literally Scott lamenting that Dianne doesn't know who he is. While part of it is on him for purposely hiding his true identity, Dianne basically uses him as a tool to get Jamison to notice her. She doesn't really take the time to get to know Scott on even a friendly basis. That one night on the beach just isn't enough to say that she knows enough about Scott to even be his friend. You really feel bad for Scott because he's in a one-sided relationship with someone who doesn't seem interested in him outside of what he could do for her.

It's little moments like this that make me appreciate Scott as a character. He's so dedicated to making this product work that he works through the night and falls asleep at his work station. He isn't even doing it to impress Dianne either. He's had this idea before he even met her. He genuinely wants to help Mr. Burton and prove that his product can work.

"Hey, Hey, Hey" is a terrible song. It's similar to "Clambake" in that it has bad dancing and similar to "Confidence" in that it just comes completely out of nowhere. It also just doesn't work with Scott's character. He's only shown interest in Dianne so even though he's not committed to her, it doesn't make sense for him to give every woman a kiss. I get that it's meant to be a montage of Scott getting help to finish the boat, but the song just feels unnecessary. Each woman's reaction to his kiss is obviously dubbed in as the actress' reaction doesn't match the noise she makes. You could just as easily convey that in a way that's similar to when Scott recreated his goop.

I was absolutely shocked at how good this dynamic was. Mr. Heyward had a big beef with Scott for leaving the way he did. He was so upset that Scott took stuff from his company without asking him, that he had to be confronted. At first you think this is the cliche dad that just doesn't get his son wanting to be his own man or even bothered to know what Scott liked. Scott's relationship with Mr. Burton made me think that this was the case. However, Mr. Heyward ultimately isn't that cliche.

Mr. Heyward knows his son more than anyone else. When he found out that Tom Wilson was acting like a party animal who smoke and drank, he immediately knew that this wasn't Scott. For a time period where it was more common for a man to smoke and or drink, Mr. Heyward outright being confused to hear that "Scott" did this shows he knows his son. He really does care about Scott, but is just upset at the way Scott chose to handle his feelings. When given the chance to confront him about it, Mr. Heyward said his part and let Scott have his say too. Even though he still didn't fully believe in Scott's product, he still wanted to let Scott try. Ultimately a very well written tension that didn't give you the idea that these two outright hated each other.

This part of the movie has the most amount of tension. There's a proper build up of the audience and Scott realizing that Jamison wasn't a good person worth Dianne's affection. Watching Jamison put the moves on her when she said no, is the nail in the coffin for the audience. For Scott, since he didn't see the same things we do, he wouldn't get upset at Jamison for that reason. He knew Jamison wasn't the best person when he forced Dianne to go out with him in exchange for her missing bra. He didn't interfere because he knew that he would've gotten in trouble because Jamison was rich and he was working as an employee.

Here he had the emotional maturity to not put up a stink when Dianne was with Jamison. He didn't even fight him after she left the room. It wasn't until Jamison essentially threatened him first, that Scott had enough and punched him. As soon as Jamison went down, he left. He had the emotional maturity to know that he put Jamison in his place. Nothing else needed to be done as there was no reason to keep punching him. Punching an unconscious man is no longer self defense and is just meaningless violence. Scott understanding that in spite of his own feelings is a refreshing thing to see in a character.

"The Girl I Never Loved" is the best song in the movie. Scott's lament that he'll never be able to tell Dianne how he feels is so sad. He's so adamant about not wanting to interfere in her relationship with Jamison, that he's willing to make himself suffer. He accepts that she doesn't have feelings for him, but he also still lets himself feel hurt about it. That being said, Dianne giving up her scheme and wanting to just go home feels a little forced. Like she doesn't even want to stay because Scott was a good friend. She just wants to go because Jamison ended up not working out.

I just feel bad that Scott went through all this work only for Dianne to not seem that enthused. Mr. Heyward only wants the best for his son so if the goop works, he couldn't be any happier and supportive. Tom Wilson and his girlfriend are genuinely excited to be at the race watching him. They really want Scott to win because they know he worked so hard on the boat. Dianne just doesn't look all that emotional for him and I wonder what would've happened if Scott ended up losing. Mr. Heyward and Tom Wilson I feel would've still supported Scott. They know how hard he worked on it even if it didn't pan out as he thought. I just can't say the same for Dianne. I'm not sure if it was an acting issue or a writing issue, but I just don't feel the same passion she has for Scott that he does for her.

This hurts me. When I think about the low production value of this movie, I think of this. First off no license would ever have a picture like that. If it has a picture it was to be front on not at this weird angle. Also his name's spelled wrong! If you look at the signs for his father's company it's spelled Heyward. The worst mistake though is that Elvis has blue eyes! Why do you mark Scott as having brown eyes when he clearly doesn't have them? This whole scene summarizes the lack of effort put into making this look like Miami. Florida doesn't have any mountains and if anything, Miami is actually prone to flooding and sinkholes because of the low altitude.

Regardless, I actually like how this film ended. The whole point of Scott switching identities in theory was to find someone who loved him for his personality and not just his money. Was doing that right at a stop light the best time to do that? No but in general for a mid 60s Elvis film, we didn't get a stereotypical final number to close out the film. It could've been executed better but we actually get the plot point of Dianne not knowing who Scott is wrapped up. I still don't think Dianne and Scott will work out. They don't know anything about each other and Scott kisses her once after he asks her to marry him. I'm happy for Scott that he got what he wanted, but I honestly think he still deserved better regarding his love interest. It really shows just how much of a real person this character was that you would feel something like that.

This movie is so baffling. On one hand yeah, I totally agree with fans that say this is the worst one. The complete lack of attention to geographical detail and the most blatant case of run time padding make this absolutely frustrating to watch. On the other hand Scott surprisingly has one of the most complete character arcs I've seen where every choice he's made has made sense to his character. His ballads and emotional maturity were quite refreshing to see. He actually makes me care enough to say "you deserve to find someone who loves you. Dianne isn't good enough for you king".

That being said, I give this film a 5/10. There's just too many issues to say that this is a good film. However, I truly think if this script was redone and a different creative team made this movie, it might be one of Elvis' best ones. In fact, as long as you skip "Confidence" and are someone who can forgive production errors easily, I would actually recommend watching this Elvis fan or not. Scott's character arc has enough good elements to make it worth watching.

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AN: Thank you @georgefairbrother for requesting this film. Also shout out to @arrolyn1114 and @xanatenshi for watching this film with me. Your input was much appreciated. I currently don't have anything planned on what to review next. If anyone wants to request an Elvis film feel free to send it in.

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lala1267 · 1 year

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Bow down bitches (Part2)

Summary: You fell In love with a man and had his child. But he grew distant and violent. He eventually packed his things and walked out of your life like everybody else did. There was only one person left to help you.

Warnings: domestic violence, pregnancy, drinking, very light smut, single mother? Lmk If I missed anything.

Elvis and Mike had both walked out of my life and would do anything to avoid me. I beat myself up for weeks after the incident happened. It was all my fault. Elvis's words echoed throughout my mind for days, and so did Mike's.

But that incident was over a month ago, and I was doing better than ever. You could see me at the top, looking down, screaming what now. I was still a sassy arrogant bitch but I had changed. Became stronger and more stubborn. I had dyed my hair black so that i looked beautiful yet evil. I found myself my dream man. He was dark-skinned and tall, and he was a gangster. He was sexy and handsome. I met him outside of one of my model events. He stood smoking, i was instantly drawn to him. I chatted and smoked with him until i had to leave. From then, we started to hang out more often, and then i became his girl. He did everything to protect me since he was involved in criminal activities, but I was no stranger to breaking the law. I spent my teenage years doing drugs and shoplifting, I had been in and out of jail. But look where I was now. I was one of the highest paid models in the world. Paparazzi and fans followed me like lost puppies. They kissed the floor that I walked on. They would die for me. I was their queen. Everyone idolised me since i was the best after all. My boyfriend, Travis, was a criminal who got his money from selling all sorts of things from drugs to weapons. He was a bad ass, that's why we fell in love. I was the female version of him. We smoked, drank, danced, and laughed toughether. We were inseparable. We went on vacation to many different countries with only 30 dollars to our name, just for the thrill of it. We were wild and free, and we didn't care what people thought. But it was the late 60s, so interracial relationships were throwned upon, but they weren't illegal. I wasn't afraid to love a man of a different race. I wasn't afraid of anything. I loved him with all my heart.

I was doing jaw-dropping modelling shows, and I wore eye widening outfits.

It was a Friday night, and I had an award event to go to. I was able to pick a companion to take with me, so of course I picked Travis. I was dressed in a black short dress that hugged my hourglass figure perfectly, I had also wore a pair of thigh-high black boots. I let my long black hair hang down my back as I placed a black headband on my head. I had on blue eyeshadow with deadly black eyeliner that made my eyes look fierce. My lips were pink and glossy. I wore a vanilla blossom perfume. Travis was matching with me, he wore a black button up t-shirt and black trousers. A large silver belt lay on his hips, and gold chains hung from his neck. We looked like the 'it' couple of the decade. We were ready to go.

Once we arrived, we were instantly mobbed by paparazzi and fans. Travis held onto me with his big arms as we walked inside. It was a large award evening for all celebrities. We found our table and spoke amongst ourselves before the host stepped onto the large stage. As me and Travis were chatting and flirting, the lights suddenly dimmed, and the spotlight hit the host on the stage. He began to speak.

"Welcome everyone to the rewards evening. We will read out the winners for each category. If you get selected, you will come up to the stage and receive your trophy. Remember, have a speech prepared." He said confidently into the microphone. It was a matter of time until they began to read out the rewards. Ten minutes had passed, and they had begun. First, they read out the small categories, and now they were onto the bigger categories, such as actors, singers, models, etc. First was actors. And then singers. The man stood on stage and opened the envelope.

"The best singer of the year goes to..." the crowd was deadly silent.

"Elvis Presley!" And the crowd went wild, especially the ladies. I just rolled my eyes and carried on talking to Travis. But I had to stop once the crowd calmed down and Elvis started to speak. I looked up at him on the stage. He wore a smart suit that was glam yet and settled. It was black and was studded with expensive white and gold rhinestones.

"Thank you for this award. I really appreciate it. I just want to thank my fans, my family, and the people in my past who made me happy." His eyes shifted to me. He looked at me intensely. His cold gaze made me uncomfortable and angry. I remembered the day that he walked out of my life, he accidentally hit me. But i never heard the word 'sorry' leave his lips. He just pisses me off. I scoffed and rolled my eyes before turning to Travis agian. Elvis looked defeated and mad. I didn't care. Travis made me forget about my past, but Elvis just reminded me of it. I was quickly snapped out of my conversation when I heard my name.

"And the best model of the year goes to the one and only, Natalya!"

I wasn't surprised, I knew I was going to win. I was always number 1 no matter what. I stood up and walked onto the stage with a smug smile on my pretty face. My walk was confident and sassy, as always. I grabbed my reward out of the host's hands and stood to face the audience and celebrities. I flicked my long black hair. I looked so sexy and evil.

"I didn't come with a speech prepared but I knew I was going to get this award anyway." I said as I smiled nastily. The crowd laughed at my sassy comment.

"But anyway, I wanna say thanks to my fans and family and, of course. My man, Travis." I said before blowing a kiss to him. I scanned the crowd quickly. Elvis had a deep look of jealousy on his face.

"Oh and also, I am not gonna thank the people in my past life since they are nothing like Travis." I said in a sly tone as I stared directly at Elvis, who was bottling up his rage. I just smirked before strutting off the stage. I walked right past Elvis, saying my hips and swinging my hair. I knew he was looking, so why not give him a show. I sat on Travis's lap and began to make out with him. Our tongues danced, and our lips pouted. Once I was done, I cleaned Travis's mouth for him with my fingere. He pecked me on the cheek. I turned to Elvis, who was watching this whole thing. I smiled innocently as I watched his fists turn white since he was clenching them so hard. He was a big headed man, so I grounded him without speaking a word to his face.

1 week later

It was late at night and me and Travis were getting it on. His hands travelled around my naked body. His bottom half was already inside of me. He was good at making me feel good. The pleasure increased, and so did his pace, i was in pure bliss. As my moans got louder, a warm substance filled me up. I didn't even notice it. Once we were done, we layed in the bed, whispering sweet nothings into eachovers' ears. I loved this man dearly. He pulled me into a hug and rubbed my back until I slowly drifted asleep.

The next morning, I felt lightheaded and nauseous. I stumbled downstairs to get some paracetamol to cure my ills. Ten minutes later, the pain was still lingering, and the sickness was still there. I didn't think much of it, I thought it was probably just a fever. This pain carried on for many days, it was excruciating.

One week passes

The pain in my stomach grew worse, and the nausea grew more intense. I was throwing up in the toilet twice a day. What was wrong with me? I needed to find out why this was happening. There was only one thing left to do.

I ordered one of my assistants to go out to the shop to buy a pregnancy test. I waited impatiently in my living room for him to come back. My leg rapidly moved up and down as my nails were between my teeth. I needed Travis, but he was out doing his criminal activities. I jumped when I heard the door open and in came my assistant, with the pregnancy test in hand.

"About time." I scoffed as I looked up to him. "You can go home now, your done here." I said as i walked over to the toilet. I locked the bathroom door before sitting down on the toilet seat. I did what I had to do. I washed my hands and flushed the toilet. All that was left was to wait. It said to wait for 5-10 minutes. It read,

"If two faint lines appear, it indicates that you are pregnant." My eyes rapidly scanned the instructions over and over as I walked up and down my house, pacing around like a mad woman. It was finally time to check. I closed my eyes as I brought it into the living room with me. I gradually opened my eyes to be met with,

"Two lines!" I shouted to myself. My tears flooded down my face, and my breath was snatched from my lungs. The room faded, and nothing felt real. I sat there with my head in my hands, crying and crying until I had more tears left to cry. I was pregnant. I was going to be a mother.

9 months later

Everything had happened so fast that time seemed to be sped up for me. I had gained some weight since i was pregnant, this meant that less people wanted me to model for them since i wasn't a skinny stick anymore. I was nine months pregnant, and the baby was due any time this week. Travis had put me in hospital. I didn't want to be in the hospital whilst he was sitting on his ass at home. But i obeyed him. He was the man.

The pain in my stomach was unreal. I had basically threw up half of my insides. Every time I ate, drank, or spoke, I would feel the sting in the back of my throat, and then I would throw up.

It was now Thursday, and I was layed on the hospital bed in excruciating pain, pushing a baby out of me. I screamed and cried. Finally after a long three hours of pain, she was here. My baby, Jasmine, was here. She was beautiful. She had big blue eyes, tanned skin and curly hair. I knew from that day that my life would be complete with my baby here. I whispered to my baby,

"I promise that I will love you, care for you, and be there for you whenever you need. You are in good hands."

She was a beauty, but she was so hard to take care of. I had to wake up in the middle of the night just to feed her. I had to do everything for her, but I didn't mind because I loved her. She was my baby, after all. Travis was never really home to help me take care of her, I didn't know what he was doing or where he was. Ever since Jasmine came into this world, Travis had been very distant. He wouldn't talk to me or even acknowledge me or the baby. I thought we were a team in this, but clearly not. Travis would come home late at night, drunk and angry.

One late night. Travis had came home around 3am. He stumbled through the door, drunk and high. He was making a lot of noise, and he was beginning to wake Jasmine. I quietly walked downstairs to see him, downing a bottle of Whiskey. I rushed over to him and took the drink out of his large hands.

"You don't need any more drinks. Let's get you upstairs." I said in a calming voice as I tried to hold his hand. He pushed my hand away harshly, making my arm swing back. He looked at me with dark, angry eyes.

"Get the fuck off me." He grunted. I looked up to him with a nervous expression.

"Where were you?" I asked cautiously.

"With some bitches that are better than you." He said as he pointed his long finger at me, laughing. My heart sank to the bottom of my stomach. I always had a feeling that he was cheating on me, but he never admitted it. I was too stunned to speak. I lifted my hand up to grab his upper arm. I tried to get him to come with me.

"O-ok, you need to get some sleep." I said quietly. He pushed me away, causing me to fall on the floor. My back instantly ached as it hit the hard wooden floor. I looked up to him, who was now towering over me, struggling to keep his balance. He leaned down to me and grabbed my hair tightly.

"I said don't fucking touch me, what do you not understand bitch!?" He yelled at me. I could smell the liquor radiating from his mouth to my face. I watched him struggle to keep his eyelids open as he tugged harshly onto my hair. I didn't have time to reply. I felt his large fist hit my face. All of his nuckles connected against my cheek. All I could remember was my tears streaming down my face as he beat me. That was just one of many nights. I still loved him no matter what. I fucking hated him, but I loved him. I was dependent on Travis. He had me in a chokehold. He manipulated me into thinking that he was my master, my king, my god. I would come home to a beating by him but he would just say,

"I just needed to get my anger out." Or some other shit excuse. But he was so convincing. I truly believed that he still loved me. He took away my troubles, but then again, he left pain. A boy is a gun. he would shoot me down anytime I flew too high.

I still did my best to sheild my daughter from Travis's outbursts, but I couldn't always do that. I was raising a baby on my own, and Travis didn't want anything to do with the baby, I just didn't want to accept it.

One sunny morning

I was downstairs making breakfast for me and my family. I grew suspicious when I heard a lot of movement and rummaging coming from the living room. With my daughter in my hands, I walked into the room to find Travis. He was angrily shoving his belongings into a suitcase. My eyebrows furrowed as I stepped closer.

"Travis, what are you doing?" I asked curiously. He stood up tall and walked over to me as he dragged his suitcase behind him. His hot breath hit my face and sent chills down my spine.

"I'm leaving." He snapped. My eyes filled with tears almost instantly. I loved him so much that my heart stopped beating for a second. My world was instantly crushed. I tried to find any regret in his face, but all that I saw was a woman-beating scumbag.

"N-no, what about J-jasmine, our baby?" I asked with shaky breath. He looked at Jasmine, who was in my hands. He turned back to look at my sad face.

"You mean your baby. I don't wanna raise that mother fucker." He said as ge pushed passed me.

"But, you love me."

"Stay the fuck away from me." He said rather calmly as he continued to walk out of the door.

"Travis!" I yelled, startling my baby. No reply. I jogged out of the house to catch up with him, but he had already gotten in the car and drove off. The car that I got him. I just felt like a punch bag. He beat me up and used me, when he got tired he left me alone, with his baby. I felt empty and alone. I needed someone, anyone to take me away from this misery that I lived in. My baby, Jasmine, was now crying from all of the shouting. I stroked her face before speaking.

"Hush, my dear, don't worry. I will take care of you without him. We don't need that bastard." I whispered with a shaky voice as tears continued to flood my face.

I rushed into my house and into the hallway. With my baby in one hand, I grabbed the telephone that was hung on the wall. I began to dial Elvis's number rapidly. I impatiently waited for him to answer. I felt relieved as I heard his voice echo through the telephone.

"Hello, who is this?" He inquired.

"It's me Natalya, look I know I'm the last person you want to speak to. But I really need someone right now. Please can I stay at your house, just for one night. Please." I desperately asked as tears dropped from my face to the floor.

"Uhm, ok, I guess." I hung up the phone and rushed to my car. I placed my baby in the back, in the baby seat. I started the car as fast as possible. I sped off into the distance. I drove fast as I was eager to get to Elvis's house. I knew where he lived since I would drive past and see tons of fans outside of the gates. I pulled up into the driveway. The gate was already open for me. I stopped the car once I reached the front garden. I pulled my baby out and sprinted towards the door. I was so eager to be with Elvis, I knew that he would stop my feelings from getting the better of me. I nocked on the door at least ten times since I was so desperate. He opened the door. He was dressed in just his robe. I wrapped my free hand around him as I sobbed into his chest. He didn't pull away. He rubbed my back slowly. I pulled away to look up to him. He was surprised and shocked as he looked at my baby.

"You have a b-baby." I nodded as I sniffled. He lifted Jasmine up to place a kiss on her button nose. He looked like such a good dad. He shifted his focus to me who was in tears.

"What's wrong with you, honey?" He asked as he led me inside. Once we were inside, I answered.

"Travis, he left me." Elvis's eyes widened in shock.

"But you have a baby?!" He said loudly.

"I know, he didn't care."

"Why did he leave ya?"

"I don't know." I said as I looked to the side to avoid eyecontact. I didn't realise that this position exposed the large bruise on my face. Elvis's hand immediately travelled to my face.

"He didn't hurt you, did he?." He said bluntly. I felt ashamed that he had found out.

"Well, he did a few times. But he was just in a bad mood." I said quietly. Elvis's face dropped and his fists clenched.

"No, that's not ok. You can stay at my house as long as you want. I will take care of you and your baby. But if i see that sone of a bitch, i just might kill him." He said as he tucked a hair behind my ear. This was the day that my life got better.

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