It was so close to Christmas that it was ridiculous yet in the space of one day Chiara had managed to knock off most of her Christmas shopping, just some old Aunts and a nephew to buy for. Ugh and my husband Chi’s brow furrowed as she tightened her grip on the steering wheel. Getting out of Melbourne City at 1.45pm on a Friday was usually not that difficult but today a flurry of boxy white vans seemed to dominate the traffic. Trying to get into the right hand lane to head home she was cut off by one of the milk carton like vehicles and was forced to go left. Sighing she flicked through the radio stations and turned left towards East Melbourne, while the traffic banked up Chi’ sat staring into the Park. Crawling along at a snails pace she caught sight of the Hilton on the Park – That’s it I’ll book a suite, massages, Champagne! Nodding to herself she liked the thought that this present allowed her a personal kick back too.
Feeling smug standing at the reservation desk she was quite excited now and thought of buying herself new underwear for the event – such a great Christmas treat. The porters did their porting and the staff at the reception desk were all obviously busy. Shifting her feet she realized just how sore they were and decided to take a seat while she waited for a free staff member.
Settling into the comfort of the old settee Chiara recalled the many many nights she and her husband had spent here. Smiling she redeemed him and looked forward to spending sometime alone with him, it filled her with content as she stretched her legs out curling her toes and flopped back into the chair.
PING the elevator door opened; another porter, an empty luggage cart, the desk still busy. Hmm read the paper or just sit? …Just sit.
PING…she loved people watching…no one came out…leaning forward she craned her neck to see…. she could see a couple in the reflection of a mirror. They were in an embrace – kissing.
Chiara smiled to herself, the doors closed…SWIRRR the doors glided open again, trying to disguise the fact she was watching Chiara toyed with her phone. He nudged her out; she pulled him back in with her hands over his face. Chiara shifted in her seat feeling stimulated by their display. I could do with some cock right now She thought feeling warmer than before…. Better move get this thing booked. Rising from the seat with her arm crooking her hand bag she was frozen.
The couple came out of the elevator smooching and laughing. That’s not.. her heart suddenly began to pound so hard against her chest that it hurt. No…David… all colour drained from her face, she fought the urge to vomit…the woman? Watching her friends smile, she had never seen her that happy…Claire! As her arse ungracefully slapped back down on the settee she realized she had half fallen. They hadn’t seen her, shoving her phone bag into her bag it was suddenly as if she was boiling – no thought at all transpired, her hands shook violently.
He went to the front desk to take care of the account, Shelly walked dangerously close to Chiara and the last thing Chi’ recalled before she lunged at her was looking at the side of that face. Suddenly they were on the ground and the only sounds she acknowledged was own breath leaving her body in short heaving bursts. She had never fought before; Chiara prided herself on being a pacifist now she wanted to kill her. Hair nails and limbs flailed wildly across the marble floor. Suddenly Chiara was on top of her with three fingers pulling madly at the side of her mouth, finally the bitch screamed and Chiara roared “YOU!” Now there was a mans hand pulling at the back of her own head lifting her off Claire, his hand twisted pulling at Chi’s once perfect hair and as he did Chiara gouged at Claire’s mouth scraping the inside of her cheek filling Chiara’s nails with flesh and tearing it, separating it from her gum line.
Struggling to get to her feet with David’s face now nose to nose with her she felt the strings of saliva hitting her face as he yelled “Stop, stop – STOP! ” It jolted her into lucidity and peering over his temple she caught sight of two old ladies huddling together in horror. “Oh God” She thought and looked down to see Claire being tended to by a brave member of staff. A beautiful young blonde girl offered her serviettes and to Chiara’s surprise they were all soaked in blood, it appeared to be pouring from Shelly’s mouth. Four minutes ago if she had seen Claire like this she would have been mortified. Staff had begun to drag David away leaving Chi’ standing alone, an on looker handed Chiara her bag “My husband did the same thing to me and….” Snatching the bag Chiara didn’t hear the woman finish her sentence – she saw an opportunity, Claires legs were splayed and with all her might Chiara gave her one mighty kick delivered to make sure she was sore for more than one reason – and bolted for the door.
Shaking and fumbling as she left she didn’t look back; she smoothed her hair, and noticed she had lost a shoe; she started to run…and to cry.
She didn’t stop for a very long time.