CLOGGED TOILET

I released a breath I hadn't realized I had been holding, and after standing in the shower for a few more minutes to wash off the soap, I abruptly twisted the knob, turned the water off, and stepped out of the bathroom. 

I reached for a towel on the hanger and thoroughly toweled myself dry.

After wrapping the towel around my body, I reached for another smaller one, sashayed over to the bathroom counter with it, and carefully towel-dried my hair, letting it fall limply while the long damp curls cascaded down my back, reaching just a few inches above my waist.

My bathroom slippers padded on the wooden floor as I made my way from the bathroom to the closet in search of an outfit to wear. I pulled up a comfortable-looking round-necked t-shirt from the hanger, and a pair of bum shorts from a drawer, I dedicated to keeping all my shorts. After putting on a lacy black underwear set, I pulled on my clothes and headed towards the kitchen to look for any edible food to eat.

I got into the mansion and found that they hadn't had their meals yet, only Patricia and her twin, Patrick's meal had been missing from the kitchen island. I was surprised to see that my stepmom managed to cook for the first time, but that happiness in me died down when I saw how messy the kitchen island was. I was about to leave for a while when Patricia suddenly stopped me at the door, she had some clothes in her hand. She stared at me with a nonchalant attitude as though nothing had happened.

"Here. Wash this, it's your fault that it's messed up. Miss possessive girlfriend" she spat then dropped the clothes on the floor. She slowly walked away from me after that with style. I crouched down and picked up the dress to get it laundered. I walked over to the washing machine and asked the AI Alexa to help me turn it on. I hadn't quite learned to use that yet.

"Hey, thank goodness you're free. I wanted you to help me fix something up in my room last night. But you weren't around, come quickly" Patrick called from upstairs. Now that I think about it, Patrick had been in his room all day and didn't bother coming down to watch my grand humiliation. That's a first. I thought to myself

I went upstairs to him and opened up the door to his room. I found him in the washroom, he seemed to be having issues with flushing up the toilet. "It's clogged isn't it," I said. He turned around and made a relieved expression as he saw me there. "Fix it quickly. My girlfriend is coming over and I want to make sure she doesn't have to see that, it's embarrassing" he kept whining

I got in and he got out but watched me at the door. "Could you get me the garbage disposal bag and tape" I ordered? "What would you be needing that for?"

"To make sure Veronica doesn't smell all this I'm forced to smell" Patrick immediately went down to get it after that. My twin siblings were all grown up but I feel more like a mother than an elder sister towards them. I admired their childish ways especially Patricia's, until she betrayed me. I knew my days in the mansion are going to be more and more miserable now that Patricia and I aren't on good terms. Patricia is a pretty petty type and would never let anything slip up as her fault.

I tried not to think too much about it and accept whatever life threw at me. Right now I had just lost my virginity to an unknown man so I'm going to stop my dreams of having a mate and focus on my Big American Dream. It's a dream I've been looking forward to since I was eight. I had once told Patrick and Patricia about it when we were all together in Patricia's room.

I was cleaning up and daydreaming of it when Patricia and Patrick asked if I had a boyfriend whom I was daydreaming of. I had told them it wasn't about a boy but they didn't believe me until I told them about it. I planned to save up enough money and rent my apartment in the human society then I'll get a job as an assistant of a grand company. I planned to become rich and then make my own company and name it after our last name, Dilip. They seemed excited about it; but then the next day, my father reduced my allowance to a quarter of what he was giving them.

I knew they had told him about it and maybe he wasn't happy and didn't want me to have a gateway of escape from him, he truly wanted me to be his slave for life. But I didn't let that get to me, I began saving up all my allowance money in a box I built, a box with no means of opening it except it's broken.

"Here" I suddenly got out of my trail of thoughts when Patrick suddenly came in with the things I had asked for. I took the garbage disposal bag and placed it atop the toilet seat, making sure it cover it perfectly. Then I grabbed the tape from him and sealed it tightly so there was no way for air to come in. Once I felt satisfied, I pushed on the flush button and it began to rise due to the air. I stood up and with my leg, pushed it down and everything got flushed in as expected.

I got rid of the garbage bag and tape and Patrick came in to have a look. He found that it was all done and seemed quite relieved. "How do you know how to fix things immediately, I had asked Patricia and mother for help but they had no idea what to do," he said.