A BATHROOM MISHAP

CATALINA 

What do you do when you see the second guy in a crazy drama you had? Well normal people would ask him who he is or something like that. But I am in fact not normal because what I did was scream and run. 

He chased after me, I ran faster, crossing the road without looking for a second. Oddly though, the cars didn't come near me, almost as if they wouldn't dare hit me. I ran right into a bus parked in the bus stop and hid in the back seat. Thankfully the driver rode off immediately I hopped in.

I did in fact regret this but that was three hours later, while I was mopping the restaurant’s bathroom floor. I paused and slapped my forehead. 

“Uhh what were you thinking?” I threw the mop into the bucket and dragged it half haphazardly out of the bathroom, grumbling all through my work until I ended up in the supply closet where I dumped all my work tools. 

The manager asked me to clock out early. He had some business to attend to and apparently all the girls except I, was asked to tag along and complete this business.

“You are still a kid.” He replied when I asked him why. That pissed me off so I walked home mumbling to myself and cursing randomly. When I got to the house, it was already ten past nine and all the maids had gone home except Maria, who lived in. 

I sighed as I stomped upstairs. My stomach was grumbling, my legs were weary and the fridge was empty. I didn't want to wake Maria so she could cook for me. That was a bitch thing to do, so I resigned myself to hitting the shower and going to bed on an empty stomach.

I shut my bedroom door after me, taking off the big jersey shirt at the same time. I pulled the zipper on my bum-short and let it slip down my legs as I walked towards the vanity in nothing but a pearl panty and a net bra. My bath towel was hanging next to the vanity. I grabbed it while pulling off the panty and unhooking my bra. 

The night was a bit cold so I prepared a hot bath, letting myself sink inside it after I climbed in. The water bubbled, tingling my nipples. That's the sweetest part of a hot bath. 

I soaked for about an hour then climbed out. My feet wet the floor as I walked towards the towel. This was always the case everyday except today, the tiles were strangely slippery. I handled myself, slowing my steps so I couldn't fall but I underestimated how slippery the floor had become and so immediately I propped myself up to hang out my towel, the floor slipped me. My toes crunched and I lost balance.

“Eh,” I gasped, struggling to grab hold of something but nothing was close enough. I ended up falling anyway. Impulsively, I threw my hands down to break my fall. It didn't work completely. My ankle hit the floor hard and a crack echoed through the room followed by my scream. “Ah!!” 

I cupped my mouth, instantly muffling my groan. The pain was sharp, like a blade, piercing my bone and rushing upwards until my whole leg was aching. 

I stared at the broken ankle, my eyes welling up in tears. “Fuck,” I groaned. It hurts so much. I opened my mouth and tried to breathe. I can't cry right now. Crying doesn't help anyone. 

I scanned the room for the nearest stand I could hold on to and pull myself up. I spotted the tub but I'd have to crawl over there risking the friction creasing against my naked body. 

I heaved. That doesn't sound like a sweet idea. I massaged my temple, wiping the line of tears under my eyebrows. My gut knotted and I felt a terrible urge to just cry real hard. 

‘What's wrong with me? Since yesterday everything’s been going wrong. Oh hell, I feel so freaking cursed.’

“Catalina, what happened?”

I froze. My eyes rolled to the bathroom door. ‘I must have heard wrong, right?’

“Catalina you are not talking.” 

My eyes grew wide. 

William is at my bathroom door. He is really at my bathroom door. 

“Stay where you are!” was the first thing that came to my mind. I heard a loud scoff.

“Why would I want to see you naked.” he sounded disgusted. My eyes darkened. He didn't have to sound like that to prove his point. 

“Why are you in my room?” 

“Why wouldn't I be? It's hard to play deaf when the person in the next room just screamed like her heart fell down the stairs.”

I covered my mouth. He heard my voice. He is here because he heard my voice. I bit my lip and stared at the floor. That thought made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. 

“I.. I broke my ankle.”

“Honestly? What, were you walking around with your eyes closed?” He mocked me. 

I frowned. “You know what, get the hell out of here!” I threw a fit. He chuckled.

“Are you sure? My guess is, you can't get up. If I leave, you will sleep on your bathroom floor till around 8am maybe when Maria comes to clean your room.” 

The frown on my face vanished. He was right. Admitting it felt more sickening than listening to his cold, baritone voice. 

I heard him sigh then I heard his footsteps disappear into my room. A moment later, he came back to the door. 

“I grabbed the biggest bedsheet I could find. I will come in with a blind fold. I will give you the sheets, use it to wrap yourself up so I can take off the blind fold and help you into your room. Understood?” 

“Mhmm.” I mumbled. 

The door creaked, he was coming in. Just like he said, he was wearing a blindfold and he had a bedsheet on his right hand. I swaddled myself like a baby then I looked up to him. 

“You can take it off now.” 

He slipped a finger underneath the strap of cloth over his eyes and pulled it off. His gaze met mine immediately he opened his eyes. Up close like this, you could see that his grey pupils were actually an alluring shade of misty blue with a red glow and his jaw was sharper than any I'd ever seen. He looked like he wasn't human. 

He stretched out his hand to me. I reached for it and I touched him. The moment fingers interlocked, a surge of energy rushed through his veins and electrocuted me. 

“Ahh!!”