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lala1267 · 10 months

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Is it wrong? (Part 3)

Summary: Finally accepted her feelings.

Warnings: Age gap, mentions of Lolita's naked body, Lolita in a bra and panties.

As the weeks flew by, their love only grew. Their souls fused together like chemical compounds, and their personalities were radiating off eachover. Lolita was a daisy fresh girl who brought light to anyone around her whilst Elvis was a sexy dark void with an alluring magnetic field. She was his little baby doll, and he was her Mr Rock n' Roll.

School-2:40pm

Lolita sat on the wooden chair. Her thighs stook to the glazed surface due to the heat, and her hair was frizzy. Her rose cheeks were warm, and her pink kissable lips were plush. Her big eyes scanned the book that was placed on her wooden desk. All she saw were scrambled letters and constilations that contorted into weird shapes. Her attention was torn from her book and onto the lady who stood in the doorway. It was a member of staff with a yellow note in her hand. Her heels sounded against the glazed wooden floor with each step she took. She stood next to Lolita's desk before placing the folded note on her book. Lolita's doll eyes stared down at it.

"A man came into the office and told us to give this to you."

The lady said before leaving.

"Hey baby, I would like you to come to my show tonight if you're free. It starts at 8.30pm. Looking forward to seeing your pretty face my love.

-Elvis P"

A large grin attacked Lolita's face as her feet swung from her chair. She looked around the classroom at all of the confused faces. She quickly turned a light shade of red before reading her book again.

She sat in her after school maths club that her mother signed her up for. She hated it since she was terrible at maths. She just stared at the white booklet before placing her pencil down and closing the booklet. She just daydreamed of Elvis until the club ended.

5.30pm

Lolita walked home from school along the pavement. Her skirt bounced up and down along her thighs as her hair swayed from side to side. She had a sheepish grin plastered on her pretty face at the thought of Elvis performing on the big stage. The thought of his figure prancing around on stage like a ghost. She jumped slightly at a large crashing sound that was followed by a long lighting bolt that stretched across the grey sky. Rain began to pour down on her like a water fall. It hit her soft skin like bullets, drowning her poor body. She let out an aggitated scream before running to find shelter. Her little legs moved as fast as they could. She ran into an alleyway as the cold rainwater showered her. Her black school shoes were drowning in puddles. She quickly stood under a small canopy that was above a random door that led to the unknown.

"UGH!"

She yelled as she looked down at her soaked body. Her eyes widened at the sight of her white top wich was now completely see through.

"Oh my god!"

She yelled as she stomped her foot on the damp porch. Her fists clenched as she grinded her white teeth.

Minutes passed, then hours, but she was still under that same canopy waiting for the rain to stop. She pulled her hand up to check her watch, which was also drenched.

"7.40!"

She screeched in suprise. She needed to get going, or she would be late. She looked into the distance of the angry storm. Without thinking, she began to sprint in the cold rain that drenched her. Her long wet hair stuck to her see-through white top as her wet skirt stuck to her soft thighs. Her feet felt numb and cold as a puddle of water broke into them. She ran until she saw a telephone box. She exelerated towards it, and she grasped the red telephone. She quickly dialled in her mothers number and awaited for her to pick up.

"Hello?"

"Momma, it's me. I won't be home for ages since I have to go to Elvis's show and I am soaked."

"Well you better get there quick before you drown."

Her mother said sarcastically with a chuckle. Lolita rolled her big eyes before speaking again.

"Ok, love ya."

She hung up the phone. Her eyes looked at the rainy distance before taking a deep breath. She ran into the rain. She didn't stop. She needed to get to that show. She looked like a ghostly schoolgirl who haunted the poisonous storms. She was a misty mistress in the empty wet street.

She arrived at the entrance of the stadium and checked her watch.

"9.10"

She read before a sad sigh escaped her mouth. Guilt filled her insides when she thought of Elvis. He really wanted her to come, and she showed up late, ridiculous. She did the walk of shame to the grand doors that held all of the magic on the other side. Big tall security men stood beside the gates of heaven.

"You're a bit late lil girl."

They teased before they laughed amongst themselves. Lolita just rolled her eyes before entering. She looked at the thousands of people who occupied the thousands of seats. She desperately searched for a free seat in the endless croud. The only free seat was all the way at the back, but it was better than nothing. She walked towards the seat, leaving a trail of water behind her. She sat beside a rather tall woman who looked at her with disapproval. Lolita's face turned pink as she looked down to the floor that was now wet. She could feel a pool of water form in her seat.

Her beady eyes watched Elvis dance and sing, but from her view, he just looked like a white dot that was moving. He was like a white comp sequin jumpsuit ghost that haunted the stadium with his alluring voice. His body jolted and thrusted. It was almost unearthly. The bright stage lights lit his lean figure up, so he looked like a white angel with an angelic voice. Women around Lolita cheered, screamed, cried, and even passed out. Lolita desperately moved her head from the hands that were flying in front of her.

She hadn't sat down for very long since she was late. The crowd applauded before standing up and gradually leaving.

Lolita stood up and ran towards the backstage area. She pushed past the eager girls and the elderly women who screamed her lover's name. She felt the guilt and shame grow inside of her as she got closer towards the door. Her hand landed on the metal handle. She stood there for a second and looked back at the thousands of women who were rushing behind her to get a glimpse of Elvis backstage. She quickly opened the door and slammed it shut before the sound of women's screams seeped through the door. She looked around the room with many staff members and members of the Memphis Mafia. She walked over to Jerry, who was talking to an unknown person. Her small finger tapped his shoulder. Her finger left a wet mark on his smart suit. His head turned to look down at her as his light brown feather hair moved. Her doll eyes looked up at him as she grabbed her elbow with one hand.

"Do you know where Elvis is?"

She asked innocently.

"Oh, I think he's in the changing room right over there."

He said as his long finger pointed towards a door with Elvis's name engraved into it. Lolita smiled slightly before walking towards the door. She slowly opened it to see Elvis changing into his normal clothes.

"Don't you have any fucking manners? what happened to nocking!?"

He yelled with his back faced to her. Her heart sank as she heard him raise his voice at her. A puddle of sadness formed inside of her as her cheeks flushed pink. Her hand moved down to the hem of her wet skirt that was making a puddle of rainwater beneath her.

"Sorry."

She said quietly as her now watery eyes looked down at the floor. Elvis's head instantly whipped around to look at his baby that stood in the doorway. His angry look softened when he saw her face. His black velvety dark void eyes unfolded into a core of softness and tenderness. He quickly pulled his pants up before rushing over to her and hugging her tightly. His musky fragrance radiated off his body as her vanilla peach scent travled through the air.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to shou-"

He stopped his sentence when he felt her dripping wet clothes sink into his. He pulled away from her and looked her up and down with his hawaii blue eyes.

"What happened? You're soaking."

He asked as a chuckle escaped from his lips.

"It was raining, that's why I was i late."

Lolita said, and she squeezed some water out of her shirt that was still see-through. She was a mess of gorgeous chaos.

"I better get ya a change of clothes. Don't want no perves looking at your t shirt."

He said as he looked at her visible pink bra. His large hand moved up to cup her chubby cheeks. He squeezed them like a toy as he giggled.

"Follow me."

He said as he grasped her cold damp hand. She was as cold as a corpse that was covered with dirt and bugs. She walked with him until they reached a wardrobe. The initials 'E.P.' were ingraved into the glazed oak wood. Elvis rummaged through the dozens of clothes that were stored there. He pulled out a pair of navy blue shorts and a black shirt. He handed them over to Lolita, who looked down at the items in her hands with horror in her eyes.

"Any girl clothes?"

She asked as she looked up to him.

"Well, I don't bring any girls here, so I don't have any girl clothes."

He said. Lolita looked at him with a mischievous grin.

"I find that hard to believe."

"The only girl I want is you, and you know that."

He said as he tucked a wet strand of her hair behind her ear. She smiled as her dimpled cheeks turned pink. Lolita placed the clothes on the cold floor before looking to Elvis. Elvis nodded before he began to unbutton her drenched school shirt. He looked down at her wet breasts that were unfortunately covered by a baby pink bra with white frills. He crouched down. His big veiny hands played with a button on her wet skirt before pulling it down. Trickles of rainwater travled down her sun-kissed thighs as he pulled the skirt off. He then lifted one of her legs up to pull her black shoe and the white sock from her leg before repeating to the other. He picked up the school uniform that was now drenching itself on the cold floor.

He stood up to look at her figure. Her perfectly moulded breasts that were just mature enough, and her collarbones were like twigs spread from the base of her throat to the ends of her shoulders. Her ribcage was trapping the dozens of colourful flowers and butterflies that found peace inside of her small perfect body. She looked soft like a Holy Flower. Her body looked as if it was carved out of the finest marble and studded with ballroom diamonds. In this state, cold, wet, and gloomy, she looked ethereal and almost ghostly. Her winter lips were carved out of stone as her hourglass waist looked like something out of a magazine. It looked as if the stars resided in her eyes, bright constilations graced her cheeks, and fairy dust was trapped in her feral hair that seeped over her shoulders. Her white dove panties that had pink lace attached to sertain areas, giving her corpse look a sort of innocence to it. Her thighs that were chubby and legs that were skinny made a spark arise in Elvis, who was admiring her ghostly body that looked as fragile as a dandelion.

Her kissable lips moved as bright stars spilt from them. Elvis was snapped out of his alternate universe with a click of Lolita's small fingers. Her charming eyes looked up into his dark blues.

"Hellooo."

She said as he waved her hand infront of his face.

"What?"

He asked as he looked at her mystical self.

"You were like frozen for a good thirty seconds. Are you feeling alright?"

She said as her small hand landed on the fragile satin fabric of his shirt.

"I'm ok. Now, you should get dressed."

He said as he ushered her to pick the mens clothes from the floor.

She stood behind the dresser curtain. She pulled the wet garments from her naked body that glistened in the orange lamp light. She slipped on the thin fabric shirt and the oversized shorts. Her hard nipples pocked through the fabric of the shirt. She squeezed the rainwater from her wet tangled locks. She pushed the curtain aside to walk over to Elvis, who sat on a bench, reading a book. His eyes shifted up to Lolita. She seemed more alive. Her dimpled cheeks and ruby-red lips lit up the atmosphere. She walked over to her drenched school bag that rested on the bench beside Elvis. Her small hands opened it before rummaging through the wet notebooks.

"Ugh, all of my school stuff of wet and ruined."

She said as her eyes lit up with angry tears. Elvis looked at her. He saw her tears forming as she continued to rummage through the bag.

"I'll buy ya some new things, baby."

He said in his southern drawl. Lolita's baby face lit up. Her pretty smile resembled the moon's crescent.

"Oh, thankyou Elvis!"

She said excitedly. Her voice, like that of a pricesses. Glowing red rose petals escaped from her mouth to let her angelic voice echoe.

She pulled out a small glass bottle that contained a pale pink liquid. She sprayed it on the clothes she wore. The perfume she had sprayed invaded Elvis's nostrils. It reminded him of a warm hawaiian breeze with freshly picked roses with a hint of vintage cherry cola. She walked over to Elvis, and she moved his book from his lap before filling the empty space with her fragile body. Elvis cradled her with his big arms. He played with her caramel blonde hair that had stars entwined in the spiralled curls. His hot chest warmed her cold body.

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They walked out of the backstage doors and into the pale moonlight. Elvis walked her over to a large black car with tinted windows. He opened the door to reveal the Memphis Mafia. Lolita waved shyly before Elvis closed the door.

"I'm guessing you want to sit in the front with me."

Elvis said with a childish grin plastered on his handsome face that was lit up by the moonlight. She shook her head before Elvis opened the passenger door for her to climb in.

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They drove along the dim empty road. They passed the coble road and began to drive past bright city lights.

"This isn't the way to my home, Elvis."

She said with her furrowed brows.

"Oh, my home."

He said as his eyes looked at the road.

"But my momma, she doesn't know where I am."

"Don't worry, we can call your momma when we get to Graceland."

He said as he looked at little Lolita through his long black eyelashes. Lolita smiled slightly as she looked out of the tinted window. She stared at the bright city lights that flew by as she finally accepted the fact that she was in love with Elvis. She was in love with a man old enough to be her dad. She was in love with Priscilla's husband, Lisa's father...

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lala1267 · 10 months

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Is it wrong (Part 4)

Summary: Priscilla knows and gets her revenge

Warnings: slight blood, glass, mentions of cuts, violent imagery, age gap.

Notes: Idk if this is good.

Legs swaying and smile lurking on her dimpled cheeks. Lolita's hand muffled her childish giggles as Elvis ran across her little mind. He was like a haunting melody, a lovely life saver. The way his big hands felt around hers, the way his back velvet hair hung in front of his face, the way he puffed on his cigar, the way his head tipped back against the sofa, relaxing. The visible dust molecules floated around her in the sunlight. Her long blonde curls seeped over her upper body like a golden waterfall. Her black shiny school shoes tapped against the wooden floorboard. The pencil in her hand scribbled against the white paper, leaving a trail of grey led. She couldn't wait to see Elvis. She was like she was a magnet to him. She just couldn't seem to pry away from his rose red magnetic field.

She walked out of the school gates with a skip in her step. She quickly rushed home.

The next few weeks

Lolita and Elvis would send flirtatious letters to eachover. Sometimes, Lolita would even sign the paper with her cherry red lipstick kisses. She would spray her floral beach scented perfume on the thin paper before sending it. Elvis's heart would ache and dim into a cold grey as he spent more days from his little Lolita. Lolita's violets would whimper in agony as the colour disappeared from the once purple petals. Her flowers were hauntingly delicate. The green stem that was now a rusty brown was weaping over, bent over like a sorrowful willow tree. Lolita would run across Elvis's mind like a shooting star, making its way through the galaxy. Lolita was so cheerful and happy. It was like the sun lived inside of her golden heart that was glittered with glowing pixy dust. It was almost as if you could hear a twilight twinkling sound whenever you were around her. You could hear the echoe of her childish giggles that filled the pollenated summer air. As Lolita was a burning desire, Priscilla was a captivating darkness. Her long black hair and foxy eyeliner accessorised her alluring sexyness. She had a mystery to her dark void. She was a secret witchy mistress trapped in such a small body. She was underestimated often. She was a woman of destingtion, calm and calculated. Even though Priscilla's nights and seas were colored black velvet, she would unfold a core of sweetness. If you pick at her petals and shower her in diamonds, of course.

One windy night

Priscilla sat on the cream lever couch that was situated in the lavish living room of Graceland. Her fingers that were covered in shiny sparkling rocks rummaged through the bag of popcorn that sat in her lap. Her eyes softened as she saw baby Lisa gently fall asleep in her high chair. Priscilla lifted herself from the couch and placed the popcorn aside before picking Lisa up. She cradled her and admired her cuteness. She placed tone little pink kisses on her soft cheeks.

"Oh my baby, I think it's your bedtime."

Priscilla whispers as her tone lifts to talk on a baby voice. She places Lisa in the downstairs cradle gently before sitting herself back down. She is distracted at the sound of the letter box ingraved into the front door. It clangs. Her eyebrows furrow as she looks as the small white letter that is swiftly floating towards the ground.

"Post man, at this time..."

Priscilla seems to be worried, but her emotions die down once she remembers that it is probably Elvis sending her a little letter. A smile appears on her face as she walks over to the note. She eagerly picks it up and tears the envelope off. The rubbish travels to the carpet as her eyes scan the letter.

"To my little Lolita.

I will be coming back tomorrow, I can't wait to see your pretty face again. I have a big suprise for you honey, you will be so happy when you see it!

-E.P."

Priscilla's once cosy living room crumbles and sucks her into a black void. Her breath is snatched from her as spicy salty tears seap down her tense throat. She feels her heart burn and crackle like a bonfire in a dead forest. The once bright red apples that hung from the green trees were now rotting and decaying as the rusty brown leaves fell off onto the muddy ground. A waterfall of tears gush down her tournamented face like oozing blood from her stone grey heart that is gradually burning into a red flame. Her tears dropped to the floor as her fist strangled the letter. She instantly sprints up the stairs. The sound of her heavy footsteps rang like a doorbell.

Lolita sat in the dimly lit guest room of Graceland. The cold night wind blew the cottage white curtains away. A smile plastered on her pretty face as the black ink wrote flirtatious words onto the lined paper. Her delicate hands moved around over the paper. Her feet kicked as she tried to contain her energy. Her heart thumped a sweet melody against her ribcage. The moonlight shot stars into her tangled hair, leaving behind sparkling fairy dust. It was as if there were rivers sweetly perfumed with vanilla in her bright soul. Her big blue orbs scanned the black Inc words that were tattooed onto the page a thousand times. Suddenly, loud footsteps echoed throughout the hallway, quickly getting closer to the door that separated her and the rest of the house. Without warning, the Swan white door flew open and hit the wall, leaving an indent. Priscilla's face was glistening with her warm salty tears whilst her clenched fist grasped the white love note. Her teeth grunted against eachover, and her eyes were bloodshot. She was like a baulk of fury that would explode any minute. She stood in the doorway before pointed to the crinkled letter in her hand with her quivering finger.

"What is this?"

She asked through her teeth, trying her best to remain calm. Lolita's eyes widened as they met with the letter that was suffocated in Priscilla's now white nuckles. She was filled with an ocean of apologies, but not a word escaped her pretty pink lips. She was silenced. Priscilla took a dangerous step closer to Lolita, who cowered like the pathetic little girl she was. Lolita's head hesitantly tilted up to Priscilla, who was now towering over her seated position.

"I said what the fuck is this!?"

She yelled before throwing the scrunched up paper at poor Lolita's face, causing her to flinch like a scared puppy with its tail in between its legs. Lolita's watery eyes looked back up to Priscilla, who was at her boiling point, but still, not a word escaped.

"If you don't wanna talk, we can handle this another way."

She grunted under her hot breath. Priscilla's hands aggressively grasped Lolita's precious, lininen curls. The sting and pain on her scalp caused her to yelp helplessly. Priscilla pulled her powerless body to the cold, hard ground before jumping on top of her. Her long nails clawed at Lolita like an animal, scratching, hitting, punching, anything. Lolita's cries and screams meant nothing to Priscilla. She felt no remourse, no mercy. Priscilla was filled with rage. Her hands curled into a tight fist before landing numerous blows on Lolita's bright red face.

"Who the fuck do you think you are bitch!?"

She shouted at the top of her lungs like a mad woman.

"Huh!? I can't hear ya!"

She yelled causing her lungs to burn like a cigarette. Her face lit up red as she carried on her vicious attack on the small teen.

"Elvis is mine!"

"I'll make sure you'll never meet again like goddamn vegans!"

She yelled. Her shouts echoed around the dark room like a haunted melody. Priscilla stood up from weak Lolita, who was whimpered and sobbing like a baby. She turned around to rummage on the messy desk. She finally got her hands on an expensive perfume that Elvis had recently brought Lolita. Priscilla's grip was tight on the glass bottle as she turned to look at Lolita. Her arms raised in the air, holding the glass perfume filled bottle up. She aggressively threw it straight at Lolita. She watched as sharp shards of glass smash all over Lolita's poor body, leaving cuts for the perfume to seep onto like pink venom. Lolita let out an ear deafening scream as she felt the burning sensation of the perfume travelling into the bloody openings on her body. This only added feul to the fire. Priscilla wasn't going to stop until her screams would dissappear into the dense air. She wasn't going to stop until she was dead. She needed to feel every one of Lolita's bones crush. Priscilla quickly turned back around and grabbed anything she could from the table. She threw glass, makeup, decor, and hairspray at the weak little girl. The wooden floor was now decorated in little blood stains and glistening glass peices that shimmered like diamonds.

Her hands pushed the stool over. She needed to hurt Lolita badly. She stood for a few seconds, thinking. The screams and cries of Lolita just clouded the room. Priscilla looked at the desk before man handling it. She dragged it closer and closer to Lolita's beaten body until it finally fell on top of her. Lolita's screams and breaths were snatched from her as she felt the heavy wooden table crush her ribs, and the tall mirror break into sharp shards on her body. Immense pain coursed through her veins as her mouth was locked shut. The sound of glass breaking rang in Priscilla's ears as Lolita was deafened by the white noise.

Priscilla just towered over her, looking at the mess that she had made with her bloodshot eyes. Her chest heaved up and down, and her red nuckles relaxed. Her eyes looked at the painted red floor. Her brows furrowed as tears streamed down her face.

"J-just, leave my relationship alone, please."

She whispered breathlessly before rushing out of the room and into the darkness. Lolita's breath left her body as her consciousness also followed. Her glassy eyes fluttered shut as her blood oozed out of her body like slime.

Next morning

The smell of perfume lingers around the room. Lolita's eyes slowly drift open. Her blue eyes scan her position. The heavy table feels as if it is cutting her waist in half. Her body aches. She slowly lifts the table up. She sits up with slight pain before she gets up. She tries to stop her tears as she sees the number of nightmare blue bruises that were decorated on her body through a shard of the mirror. She gasps as she continues to examine her beaten body. She feels like a punching bag. She was quickly taken back by the sound of the front door opening and closing.

"Where is my beautiful baby Lisa!"

A manly voice excitedly shouts from the living room. Lolita's heart races as she has a feeling of ecstasy wave over her. Panic courses through her veins. She needs to hide this scene and her bruised body. It was only a matter of time before the truth came out.

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