"Miss Quill. We have a back exit and security. I can call if there is anyone that may be bothering you. Even if it is another guest?" Gina said with a discreetly low voice again. Nora's awkward smile quivered. Nora snapped out of it briefly to shake her head. What she needed was the opposite of discretion. Nora sighed, as the rage boiled. She was going to surprise everyone and announce how she had been offered a position at the University of Oxford and would be staying in the country. She thought they agreed to wait to do this until she was back. That is why she made these plans and now her boyfriend was f****** her little sister. She was going to surprise him after school tomorrow; but it appeared her sister had moved in when she left.
"Yes, but you will still need to cancel the room. I have to find other accommodations now. Bill me, if need be." Nora said to the front desk agent, her voice trembled. Gina gave her a sympathetic smile and nod. Nora slid her wallet back into her purse and grabbed her luggage tightly. She turned and walked towards the pair, who were not yet aware of her presence. She thoughtfully tagged a picture of the pair and posted it. She heard both phones alert their oblivious owners. It confirmed the truth. Nora opened a stream, tagging Mia in it and throwing her other sister's hashtags. Melody would not mind the extra attention from the media. A look of disgust crept across her face. The phones pinged again.
"Mark Macdonald, you cheating f****** pedophile. You were supposed to be helping my little sister with her advanced algebra. Now I see you with your hands all over Mia in a hotel. Gross. She's shamefully younger than you, are you not supposed to be starting your second year of Uni? " Nora said loud enough, hoping that heads would turn. Her iPhone was aimed right at the pair of them live. The chat section of the livestream started filling up and Mia's phone started ping every time someone mentioned her in chat. A shocked look filled their faces and Mia wrestled out of his embrace.
"That is right folks, it is indeed Mia Quill. She's my half sister." Nora said vehemently to answer the questions they were asking in the livestream. "Yes. I am not active on social media, and I am 3 years older than her. We have different Mothers." Nora answered the chat section aloud in the most incriminating manner she could. Nora answered the livestream's questions as they popped in. "Look up Fiona Quill Car Accident on Google - if that is working right now, that is my Mum. Her mother was my father's mistress. Yes she was a bastard." Nora spat. Mia shrank and covered her face.
"Nora, there are barely a couple of years between us. I love her." Mark shouted in defense.
"You are starting college, she is in jeopardy of repeating this grade, you were in a position of power and you took advantage of a child. Although she does not look it, her personality and intellect are at that level. A child." Nora said, and she let out an exasperated sigh.
"She was fifteen when you started tutoring her, you pervert. It has been two months since you started your position. You are fired and we are over, obviously. " Nora said in a disgusted tone at Mark, who was staring at her. "It is disgusting, Mark. Truly. I am glad you never touched me. It smells like you were molesting her down here." Nora loudly said and with great malice, and whipped her iced coffee at Mark's chest. After, she watched it splatter across his chest and Mia's face. Mia let out a shocked cry as she was hit with the beverage.
"Nora, he came on to me. He said it was over between you two." Mia whined as she wiped her face. Guests had stopped to watch the commotion and a few had started to take out their phones.
"Did you think of asking me if that was true or are you lying to cover for yourself? Mark cannot afford this kind of place, Mia. This was clearly planned by you." Nora responded coolly to her half sister. Mia started to feel the weight of the mess. She was going to be f***** when she got home. She was so pissed off that it had turned out this way, she started to plan to clean herself of the scandal.
"Mia, you are just barely a teen, and you are already so promiscuous. Oh, let me dumb that down, that means you're a slut. When the tabloids hear about this, about you stealing my no-name boyfriend. Do you think that Cruz will look your way after this? You. Don't. Think. Shit. Through." Nora finished with a malicious click of her tongue. Mia grabbed Nora's wrist to point the camera away from her. Nora took the opportunity and gave her sister a hard backhand slap in the face. "Do not dare to touch me again. You think it is bad now. The world saw this. Melody Quills fans will too, and then the media. I just did that mere minutes, over some worthless guy. Imagine how much I could do to you with more time? What will I do? Father, he will not cover for you either." Nora said in an annoyed tone.
"Please stop, Nora. Turn it off", Mia pleaded as reality hit her. She was far too complacent. She cursed herself for not wearing her face mask. She had forgotten to put it on after kissing Mark in the alcove. That face mask would have given her time to run and leave Mark to deal with the fallout of being caught. The repercussions were going to be a nightmare. She started to cry. Mark pushed Mia behind him, protecting her. He was tall and obnoxious. Would this give her time to escape? She picked up her weekend bag. She cursed herself, there was no way Nora would cave to her father's demands to delete the video. She prayed that Mark would make a big enough disturbance for her to bail.
"F*** you Nora, we are in love, she is of the age of consent. You are never here. How long did you want me to wait for you?" Mark said. A repulsed look crawled across Nora's face.
"A better man would have respectfully broken off a relationship before cheating. He would not cheat on his partner with a child. He would not cross boundaries with a fifteen to sixteen-year-old child he was hired to tutor. Just because it is legal does not mean it is proper Mark. I would be less disgusted if you chose a nineteen-year-old. You are not my problem anymore Mark. You are my father's problem. I will not protect either of you. I will not forgive her and sweep this temper tantrum under the rug for her. You do not know how f***** you are though." Nora said bitterly.
"I'm f*****?" Mark snidely and puffed out his chest weakly. Nora chuckled lowly and pointed at him in ridicule.
"Yes, and I am not scared by that. Looks like Mia doesn't either. She's stepped away." Nora finished.
'F***.' Mia thought as she stopped her footfall. Mark whipped his head around and looked at her with a pained expression.
"Mia, was this just a game to hurt her?" Mark said, horrified that she had planned to abandon him. Mia felt her back tense, and she stopped backing away at Nora's words. She was doomed. This had blown up way too far and way too fast. Mia's phone began to ring. Luckily, the mobile service was not working as well. It stopped as the call failed and started again seconds later. Multiple calls started coming through, as well as notifications as her phone service connected between the intermittent Wi-Fi service and cellular service. She looked at the display as the missed calls piled up on the display. Her father's name kept stacking and sandwiching her publicists and her mother. Nora cackled loudly as she gathered her luggage. Mia knew Nora knew how doomed she was. Mia felt the eyes on her. "Ay Nonce! Back away from the little girl." a man said as he chucked his pint glass at Mark's feet. Men had started coming out of the restaurant's bar mid-fight to see what the source of the noise was, and they were giving them the most disgusted looks.
"He is all yours Mia. I will not be seeing you at home either. So, it will not be too awkward and 'painful' for me when Father deals with this. Father, this is why I am not coming home. Thank you everyone, do not forget to like, share and subscribe! Taa." Nora said with venomous sarcasm, and shut off the feed. A second pint glass was whipped at Mark from the group of surly men in the lobby. Mark stood rooted as Mia cried. Malcolm Quill, could put those who displeased him in coffins.