Summer Break

Most of the day I'd spent in bed. My back was aching and my head was starting to hurt. I also had to pee, so I'd finally gotten up. 

I'd woken up hours before, but it just didn't feel right for me to get up and out.

The bed was much too comfy and much too warm, it almost lulled me back to sleep. I wanted nothing more than to lay back down and go back to sleep, but my full bladder was just about to burst. 

Unlike when I first woke up, the house was quiet and still. Odd for a weekday in the Garcia house. Usually there was some type of something going on around the house, which was why I preferred coming here. 

The Garcia's were always involving themselves in the community or devoting themselves to sports or hosting something. They were almost never still. 

It was especially weird that it was quiet on a weekday during summer break. Nikko had to be up doing something, or he was actually still asleep. I highly doubted he was asleep though. The rustling downstairs told me he was in the kitchen, most likely cooking. 

I was going to go downstairs, but before I did, I was going to go use the bathroom. 

The creme-colored carpet in the hallway felt soft beneath my feet. It made me sigh. I didn't miss my wood floors back at home. I seriously needed to invest in a rug. 

The carpet had clearly been cleaned because of the neat looking lines and the light powdery smell. That was always a constant smell in the Garcia house, clean. 

Not only did they clean often, but they also paid a maid to come in after them to clean. It made little to no sense to me, but then again I would do the same if I had money. 

The bathroom was also equally as amazing as the rest of the house. It was a blindingly sparkly white. The towels, countertop, floors, toilet, drapes, and everything else were all white. It intimidated me when we were little. This wasn't just a bathroom, it was the guest bathroom. 

Nobody else used this specific bathroom except for the guest because every other room, but the guests, had a bathroom in the room itself. So Mrs. Garcia made it her job to have this room in a pristine lock down unless they had a guest. 

The toilet even had a bidet add-on. 

That was enough to intimidate a normal person, but I wasn't normal. And the bidet feature was a new toy that I was going to try. 

Had I used a bidet before? Hell no.

Was I going to use it even though I had no idea how to use it? Hell yes.

So I sat my happy ass on the white toilet on the white tile floors in the pristine and dust-free bathroom, and went crazy with the remote. 

I wasn't quite sure what I expected, but I wasn't expecting a spurt of water to shoot straight into my baby giver. 

I yelped loudly. Almost like a hurt puppy. 

I almost immediately slipped off the toilet and landed on my knees. The assault water still spurting up and hitting me square in the back. It was cold and made my shirt cling uncomfortably to my back. 

I turn around in a panic and get hit by another spurt of water, almost getting a mouthful. 

"Niko!" I panic, shouting at the door. 

My hands weren't doing much to keep the water in the bowl, and the remote wasn't much better. It just changed the patterns of the water, and I'd went through all of the buttons. I was beginning to panic and Niko wasn't here.