Holly recounted everything to the group, telling them everything that had happened when she returned to Ramsey Street two years ago. Susan listened, as did Toadies and Terese. Mel paced nearby, waiting for when she would inevitably fill the gaps. Holly told them about Eden, how she stayed with him at the hotel, how they met Kelly at the café (or Christa, as she came to learn was her real name) and how they all returned to the hotel room and bonded, quickly becoming friends.
Of course, even though she promised she’d tell them everything, she didn’t share everything that happened. There were still some details she was too ashamed to talk about, like exactly how the three of them bonded.
Looking back, it was so obvious. There had been something between Kelly and Eden from the start. Maybe he was only interested in the dollar signs, Kelly had told them her family was rich. They never found out who they were, but she knew by the time she finally left Eden was intent on finding out. And it was clear now Kelly was definitely interested in him. But at the time, Holly was completely clueless. Probably distracted by everything with her mum, and hiding from everyone in Erinsborough. Blinded by how much she thought she loved Eden.
That second night was a bit of a haze, a result of how wild they all went and how much they had to drink. Holly recalled enough of the details to feel nausea when she thought back on it. She remembered them talking to share their stories, or what each of them wanted the others to hear. She remembered Kelly talking about how she knew someone she could hit up for cash so they could start traveling. She recalled telling them about the money Mal was transferring to her bank account. They were all set and they celebrated. She and Eden made out. She and Kelly shared a bottle of wine. Eden put on some music and they all jumped onto the bed laughing and tipsy, most definitely drunk.
And things started getting out of hand.
At first it seemed fine. Holly and Eden were kissing while Kelly watched from the sidelines. But then somewhere in the kiss she appeared, her hands all over Eden. Holly wasn’t sure if she made a comment, a warning to keep her mits of her boyfriend. She only remembered the look Kelly gave her as she leant in and shoved her away, her hands all over her man before she stole a kiss from him. Holly stared at her in outrage, until Eden pulled away and stopped her from losing her temper. He convinced her it was just a bit of fun between friends. As if to prove it, he suggested she kiss Kelly next. Holly had never kissed a girl before, and wasn’t inclined to do so at the time. But she was drunk and Kelly was fine to go along with it. She kissed Holly before she could stop her, and it seemed to put an end to it.
After that it all got a bit jumbled. Holly would kiss Eden, then he would kiss Kelly, and every so often the girls would kiss each other. Looking back though, Holly realized she and Kelly never really had sex. It just seemed like they were having a threesome when in reality Eden was fucking both of them, and they were competing over him. He loved the attention as they stripped him out of his clothes, pressing themselves either side of him to fight for his attention. They’d try and push each other away, but Eden put his arms around both of them and made out with them both, teased each of them, let the two of them fight over him. Soon he was naked and they had their hands all over him. Then the two of them were naked and he had his hands all over them.
Holly had been so competitive and such a fool. She could see Eden was just using them both. Or worse, using her so he could fuck another girl right in front of her. And she was so eager to outdo Kelly she did things she hadn’t dared before. She knelt down in front of him and sucked his cock, for instance, in front of Kelly. She glared at her the whole time, as if taunting her. She had to watch the girl smile smugly as she kissed her boyfriend. That smirk annoyed her when she got to be the first to mount his lap and ride him, making such audacious noises. She was such a slapper. But Holly wasn’t any better, moaning like a slut when Eden fucked her next.
Every time she and Eden had sex, he would make out with Kelly. Whenever he and Kelly had sex, Holly would fight for his attention, but he only seemed to have eyes for her. Of course he made sure to keep his eyes on Holly too, satisfy her when she felt pushed out. A finger here, a kiss there, an opportunity to ride his tongue at one point. And of course Kelly would kiss her, or her breasts, every so often to keep up the charade that they were having fun together and she wasn’t trying to steal her boyfriend. Holly got so lost in the confusion she stopped competing and just went with it, even when Eden lined her and Kelly up side by side and alternated between them, toying with their boobs while he fucked them one after the other. Maybe Kelly wanted Eden for herself, but Eden was very happy to have his cake and eat it. And Holly was the idiotic moron for not seeing it at the start.
She woke up the morning after entangled in the bed with both Eden and Kelly, her head pounding. She vaguely remembered what happened, but she was too hungover to notice how Kelly had positioned herself between Holly and Eden, already trying to split them up.
They went traveling and things only got even more messy. She would find work, and they were supposed to, but they were always broke. She knew now they were hooking up behind her back. All the while Eden convinced her she was the only person he was interested in. They would hook up regularly. But of course, that didn’t stop them occasionally having more “threesomes” that boiled down to Eden double dipping in both of them. After the third time Holly and Kelly weren’t even pretending to fuck each other. Neither had interest in the other, only eyes for the young man.
When Holly finally saw Eden for the slime-ball he was she had to fight not to vomit after leaving the hotel. She sat by herself and fumed, feeling humiliated and sick and disgusted with how much of a fool she’d been. And yet behind all the rage and betrayal, she felt profoundly heartbroken all the same.
In the end there was only one place she could go, one place she wanted to go…home.
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