Catfight
Chapter 1

The ringing of the doorbell was persistent, accompanied by impatient knocking. Allison hurried down the stairs to open the door. Her little white poodle followed her close behind, barking incessantly.

A woman in her late twenties was standing outside. Her long black hair framed a face that was a bit broader than normal, but very beautiful nonetheless. Allison was struck by her eyes. They were green and had a mesmerizing effect. The only thing that these eyes now exuded was hate. Allison shrank back in instinctive fear.

"Stay away from my husband you dirty little bitch," the woman cried out.

Allison stepped back, realizing that this woman was Bobby's wife Laura.

"Do you hear me cunt?"

"I have nothing to talk to you about," Allison said and tried to close the door.

The woman wedged her foot between the door and the jamb and glared through the gap.

"Stay away from him or I will smash that pretty blond head of yours," she hissed.

"Who the fuck are you to tell me what to do?" Allison replied boldly.

Laura pushed the door open and clawed at Allison's face. Allison cried out as she felt her cheek stinging painfully. The poodle started barking furiously.

"I will call the police," she said with trembling voice and retreated into the house.

"What are you going to tell them? Who is going to listen to you, little slut? " Laura said, stepping over the threshold.

Allison clenched her fists and felt a wave of anger rising inside her, blinding her common sense.

"He loves me. He wants to get divorce and marry me," she said.

Laura's eyes darkened, her arms dropped limply to her sides. It this moment, she looked like a robot whose power had been switched off.

"Get out of my house," Alison said loudly.

Laura turned, swaying on her high heeled boots. Then she looked over her shoulder and asked:

"You are lying, aren't you?"

"I don't want to talk to you. Get out!" Allison said, smiling maliciously.

Laura turned with surprising speed and slapped her face. Allison fell backwards, landing on her buttocks.

"You will pay for this," Laura said with eerie calmness.

She pinned the younger woman down, digging her nails into her throat. Allison's blue eyes bulged grotesquely. The poodle growled and tried to bite at Laura. She turned to the dog, then kicked it with the pointed toe of her boot. It retreated with pitiful whining.

Allison grabbed the opportunity and clawed at the hands that were squeezing her throat. She bent her knee, planted her foot on Laura's crotch and pushed with all her might. Laura fell on her back and cursed, gloating at the blond lock of hair she had managed to pluck.

Allison got up on her feet and ran toward the stairs, hobbling heavily because she had lost her right mule in the fight. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, Laura had already stood up and was about to attack again. The vase that Allison threw at her hit her square in the forehead, then burst into small pieces. Laura staggered and dropped to her knees.

"I just wanted to talk to you... but now..." Laura muttered and stiffly rose to her feet.

Allison kicked off her left mule and ran up the stairs. She was almost at the top when she heard a fitful panting behind her. Spinning around, she saw Laura grabbing at her ankles. Her kick missed Laura's nose by an inch. The sharp movement she made threw her off balance. She flailed her arms and fell heavily on top of Laura. The two women tumbled down the stairs, locked in a deadly embrace. Their terrified screams pierced the air.