"Move over," pushing me aside Cameron quickly went inside the washroom and locked the door.
"Cameron, open up," I was hissing at her through the door, making sure I don't attract any attention.
"Sorry can't hear you over the noise of my shower," that bitch, I banged my fist on the door once before letting go.
Looking towards the stairs I thought of making a beeline towards the washroom upstairs but then I heard the voices coming from the lounge. Why are they still here? I told Zia to take them to the kitchen that way I can run upstairs.
When Zia and Cameron heard the doorbell they both along with me went into panic mode to get everything cleared up. Zia was throwing water on the floor, Cameron was dragging the water out through the backdoor with the help of a wiper and I wiped the floor with a dry mop, throwing the ruined omelet in the dustbin, I let the pan soak in the sink.
