25-01-2019, 02:19 PM
I don't know how long I just sat there on my knee, my mind totally blank, with my hands on my head, trying to come to terms with what had just happened. I kept closing my eyes for long periods of time, hoping that all this was just a nightmare that I would wake up from. But the sight of a dead Pareshbhai, his head still bleeding all over the carpet, refused to go away. And soon I started thinking about the consequences. And about what I should do next.
The first thing I realized was, my panties were now soaked red with blood in the front. Immediately, I got up and took them off. I then noticed there were splashes of blood all along my thighs, stomach, and some on my shoulder and hair as well, from when Pareshbhai's head hit the side of the bed. I ran to the bathroom, turned the shower on, and washed myself. Washed my body clean of any blood.
As I showered, I thought about what to do next. I couldn't call Vinit. That was out of the question. I couldn't call the cops or 911. It would be obvious to even the most novice cop what had happened. I couldn't call the motel front desk, because they would call the cops. My only hope, however fleeting, of minimizing the consequences of this was Troy. The former convict.
I got out of the shower, dried my naked body, and immediately reached into my purse for my cellphone.
"Hello." Jill answered her phone on the ninth ring, sounding a little cross.
"Jill! Oh thank god! Is Troy there?"
"Troy? What happened Savvy? Why do you sound so scared?"
"Please, just give the phone to Troy if he's around." I said, the urgency in my voice very clear.
"Hello." Troy said solemnly.
"Oh Troy! You have to help me something terrible has happened to Mr. Patel. I need your help."
"Okay. Did you call 911?" he asked. In the background I heard Jill asking, 911? Why 911?
"I can't call 911. Could you please just come over and help me?"
Troy was silent for a few seconds and then said,
"Where are you?"
"In the Good Knight motel off exit 83."
"Hmmm." Troy said. "Yeah, I know where it is. Room number?"
"302. Please come soon." I said.
"I'm leaving right away. I'll be there in fifteen minutes." he said. "The desk clerk won't just let me walk into the motel and go to a room without a key or anything. So call the front desk and tell them you're expecting someone. Give them the name Michael, not my real name. Okay?"
"Okay." I said.
"And Savvy. If what I think has happened has happened. Don't touch anything except for the hotel phone. Anything, you get me?"
"Okay Troy."
"And I mean it. Nothing should be touched."
"Yeah, got it."
I called up the front desk and told them that if a big black guy named Michael came, they should send him over to the room. The desk clerk said okay, and did not seem like he sounded suspicious at all. My heart still racing, and my mind full of panic, I scanned the room to look for my clothes to get dressed before Troy got there.
I looked around the room in dismay and realized that a lot of my clothes were simply unwearable. The blood from Pareshbhai's head had oozed all over where he was lying, and there was blood on my sari as well as on my petticoat, both of which were near the bed. I had already thrown my blood-soaked panties to the side. All that was wearable was my bra, which was flung in a corner with my blouse. I went and picked it up and remembered, all the hooks on the blouse were broken because of Pareshbhai's rough handling. So practically speaking, the only garment I could wear, from when I walked into this room, was the bra.
My mind raced as I thought about the options. Even in this situation, I had no intention of being buck naked like I was, when I opened the door for Troy. So I needed to cover up soon, before he got here. I picked up the bra, and put it on. Next I put on the blouse, and tried to adjust the front flaps so they would cover my chest as much as possible. What next, I though, as I stood there, naked except for the bra and the torn blouse. I considered wearing something that Pareshbhai had worn and taken off. But even that had bloodstains all over it. So what do I do?
Of course, the towels. I went to the bathroom where there were a couple of clean towels on the shelf. I took one and wrapped it around my waist like a skirt. Next, I took another towel and put in around my neck with the edges behind me, so it covered my chest. My stomach was still visible, but apart from that I was pretty well covered.
"Who is it?" I softly asked when I heard a knock on the door.
"Troy." he whispered back.
The first thing I realized was, my panties were now soaked red with blood in the front. Immediately, I got up and took them off. I then noticed there were splashes of blood all along my thighs, stomach, and some on my shoulder and hair as well, from when Pareshbhai's head hit the side of the bed. I ran to the bathroom, turned the shower on, and washed myself. Washed my body clean of any blood.
As I showered, I thought about what to do next. I couldn't call Vinit. That was out of the question. I couldn't call the cops or 911. It would be obvious to even the most novice cop what had happened. I couldn't call the motel front desk, because they would call the cops. My only hope, however fleeting, of minimizing the consequences of this was Troy. The former convict.
I got out of the shower, dried my naked body, and immediately reached into my purse for my cellphone.
"Hello." Jill answered her phone on the ninth ring, sounding a little cross.
"Jill! Oh thank god! Is Troy there?"
"Troy? What happened Savvy? Why do you sound so scared?"
"Please, just give the phone to Troy if he's around." I said, the urgency in my voice very clear.
"Hello." Troy said solemnly.
"Oh Troy! You have to help me something terrible has happened to Mr. Patel. I need your help."
"Okay. Did you call 911?" he asked. In the background I heard Jill asking, 911? Why 911?
"I can't call 911. Could you please just come over and help me?"
Troy was silent for a few seconds and then said,
"Where are you?"
"In the Good Knight motel off exit 83."
"Hmmm." Troy said. "Yeah, I know where it is. Room number?"
"302. Please come soon." I said.
"I'm leaving right away. I'll be there in fifteen minutes." he said. "The desk clerk won't just let me walk into the motel and go to a room without a key or anything. So call the front desk and tell them you're expecting someone. Give them the name Michael, not my real name. Okay?"
"Okay." I said.
"And Savvy. If what I think has happened has happened. Don't touch anything except for the hotel phone. Anything, you get me?"
"Okay Troy."
"And I mean it. Nothing should be touched."
"Yeah, got it."
I called up the front desk and told them that if a big black guy named Michael came, they should send him over to the room. The desk clerk said okay, and did not seem like he sounded suspicious at all. My heart still racing, and my mind full of panic, I scanned the room to look for my clothes to get dressed before Troy got there.
I looked around the room in dismay and realized that a lot of my clothes were simply unwearable. The blood from Pareshbhai's head had oozed all over where he was lying, and there was blood on my sari as well as on my petticoat, both of which were near the bed. I had already thrown my blood-soaked panties to the side. All that was wearable was my bra, which was flung in a corner with my blouse. I went and picked it up and remembered, all the hooks on the blouse were broken because of Pareshbhai's rough handling. So practically speaking, the only garment I could wear, from when I walked into this room, was the bra.
My mind raced as I thought about the options. Even in this situation, I had no intention of being buck naked like I was, when I opened the door for Troy. So I needed to cover up soon, before he got here. I picked up the bra, and put it on. Next I put on the blouse, and tried to adjust the front flaps so they would cover my chest as much as possible. What next, I though, as I stood there, naked except for the bra and the torn blouse. I considered wearing something that Pareshbhai had worn and taken off. But even that had bloodstains all over it. So what do I do?
Of course, the towels. I went to the bathroom where there were a couple of clean towels on the shelf. I took one and wrapped it around my waist like a skirt. Next, I took another towel and put in around my neck with the edges behind me, so it covered my chest. My stomach was still visible, but apart from that I was pretty well covered.
"Who is it?" I softly asked when I heard a knock on the door.
"Troy." he whispered back.
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