HiT 149: Anna Brookes First Chapter by Margaret McHeyzer Read Free Book Online

to die by my hand. I won’t let someone else kill him. I won’t let someone else make him suffer. I will do it. I will make it as quick as possible. I won’t have him in pain. I won’t let his family suffer. I’ll make it look like an accident, but he will die fast. I’m approaching a place called Wolf Creek. I need to find a bed because my head is not coping. Wolf Creek. Wasn’t that an Australian movie some years back about a crazy arse dude that goes on a killing spree in outback Australia??? Sounds like the right place for me to find a home for my head tonight. I’m at Wolf Creek and it looks nothing like it belongs in that movie. I drive down the main street and it appears bubbling and lively. I don’t see a hotel that has any sort of garage where I could leave the BMW though. I pull over and look up on my GPS and find that there’s a hotel chain 2 streets over, Embassy Suites. I drive around to find that’s exactly what I need. I gain access to the garage by saying I’ll be a guest at the hotel tonight and make my way to reception. Its 6pm in the evening and even though it’s not late I have been driving for the last 7 hours and am tired.
    “Good evening madam, welcome to the Embassy Suites have you got a reservation?” There’s a young lady behind the counter. She looks mid-twenties. Hair perfectly done. Nails manicured. She eyes me up and down very slightly. Oh my goodness love, I’m not here to steal your boyfriend away. I just need a bed I think to myself!
    “No reservation. Have you any suites available?” I say. My façade has slipped on. My cold demeanour is back.
    Reception girl taps away on her computer and looks up at me through her eye lashes. Even though she’s been sizing me up, she must be under the impression that I am unable to afford a room here. People keep making assumptions about me and that’s fine, because they are ALWAYS wrong. “Yes Mam, however we only have the Presidential Suite or we have the Jackson Room. The Jackson Room is comfortable with a queen bed, kitchenette but no balcony.” She stops there and doesn’t go on to tell me anything about the Presidential Suite.
    I huff at her, shake my head, roll my eyes and give her a look of ‘ are you fucking kidding me’ . She really doesn’t know a thing about me. Good in one way, but come on little girl you don’t treat people like that. With my shoulders back I look her straight in the eye. I pull out one of my credit cards with an alias and put it on the counter. “Presidential Suite please”.
    “Madam the cost of the Presidential Suite is $2000 a night,” she says trying to shock me.
    I’ve had it with this bitch. Behind me 2 business men have made their way over and are now standing and waiting to speak with her for whatever reason. She must think she’s going to score with one of them, or maybe she’s just trying to impress them. Either way she’s just about to be put in her place. I sneak a look at the men and they are half smirking and eyeing my butt. It seems a girl like me in her jeans, hoody and vans doesn’t belong in a place like this. This is where my coldest and rudest personality comes out and I become 15, but without my Glocks, or violence. I’m not going to kill someone for something like this. She’s not a threat to me, just a stupid girl trying to impress 2 men. “I would be keen to speak to the owner of this establishment so I can negotiate the purchase price and have you tossed out on your arse. You assume you know me little girl, but what I know about you is that you live at home with Mommy and Daddy, you can’t afford a car to drive here and take public transport and you are doing everything in your power to find yourself a rich man to take care of you. How do I know these things about you? Easy. I keep my mouth shut and my eyes open. If you did the same thing you would see that the men you are so desperately trying to please will use you for only one reason. They are here for a