Page 70 of Cuts Like An Angel: Part 3

“What are you doing?”

“Told you. I need a shit, and the bathroom downstairs is broken.” She pulled the big panties down around her knees, taking her stockings with them. Rosie averted her gaze, trying to focus on the taps. But she could still see Maria sitting on the toilet next to her. Was she really going to sit in this room and empty her bowels?

The rumble that echoed in the toilet bowl a second later as Maria passed wind told Rosie, yes, she was.

And the bathrobe was at the other side of the bathroom, hanging on the door. Great. Just great. Six feet of torture. If she dashed for it now, Maria had already seen her naked so that it wouldn’t matter. Maybe she could get it and get out.

Maria made a sound, like a sigh but not quite and then something splashed into the toilet bowl.

Rosie glared at her.

“You gonna sit there staring at me, girl?”

“It’s rather impolite to come into the bathroom when someone is in the bath,” Rosie said.

“I needed a shit. Did you want me to do it in my knickers? Huh? You’d like that. Then you could tell William I did it on purpose.”

“No, but if you knocked and asked, I could have gotten out of the bathroom for you.”

“Well, we all …” Maria paused, clenched, making her mouth go into an odd downward droop and then another splash. “We all need to use the bathroom. It isn’t something to be bothered about.”

Rosie tried her best not to screw up her face, but hell, what had the woman been eating. Her eyes were going to sting in a second with the stench. “My robe is on the bathroom door,” Rosie said.

“Well go and get it,” Maria said. “It isn’t like I haven’t seen you naked or if you’ve got anything actually to look at."

Rosie grimaced as Maria let several bowel movements go. It sounded like pebbles firing in the toilet. She had to get out of here.

Pulling the plug on the bath, Rosie scrambled up and out as fast as she could. She angled herself, so the only thing Maria really saw was her naked backside, as she dashed across the room. She didn’t even bother to stop and put the robe on, just flung the door open and threw herself out into the hallway so she could get away as fast possible.

She didn’t stop until she was in their bedroom, panting, her head swimming with what had just happened. Her heart pounded so wildly, and she pressed herself against the door.

“You left the fucking door open,” Maria shouted from the bathroom. “The fucking door. Am I meant to get a draft in here?”

Rosie didn’t move. It would be easy enough to slip out and close the door for Maria without seeing her, but Rosie couldn’t bring herself to do it. Seeing her … even thinking about what she was doing in the bathroom was enough to make Rosie stand frozen in the bedroom.

She clutched the handle as if it was her saviour and prayed William would come home any minute.

The monster was loose.

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