Haus of Ex-Wives (SIX: The Musical Oneshots)

Catherine In The Bathroom

(I impulsively made this. It's probably really bad and I'll probably regret publishing this because ✨ insecurities ✨. Yes this is a little reference to Be More Chill but I kind of just took the song and Catherine, Anne and Henry's relationship and kind of ran with it and made a little thingy. I kind of wanna integrate this into a bigger story but I also have no motivation and also school's starting in a couple weeks lol so writing ain't never gonna get done. I-yeah.)

"Where are you going?" Henry asked. His words were slightly slurred from all the beer he had. He had nearly fallen over. Maybe it was from the beer. But it was probably because he had also fallen head over heels for Anne.

"I gotta use the bathroom. I'll be back in a minute," Anne replied. She heard Henry give a slurred response, but it was in one ear and out the other. Once she was away from the main party area, she rushed down the hall and into the bathroom. She closed the door and her eyes fell onto the window. Escape was in the grasp of her hands.

Anne walked towards the window. She knew it was risky. Jumping from the window would definitely hurt her. Not to mention running all the way home after jumping. But she would take broken legs over Henry trying to kiss her any day. Just as she was about to open the window, she felt something touch her.

"AHHHH!" Anne fell backwards, landing hard on the floor. Damn, she thought.

"Shit!" Catalina stepped out of the bathtub and hurriedly rushed over to Anne. She offered Anne her hand, which she took. Although Anne's face turned sour quickly.

"What are you doing here? You aren't spying on anyone while they piss, right?" Anne asked.

"In what universe would I ever even think about doing that?!" Catalina asked, appalled. "I've only been here for ten minutes. No one's walked in. They're all too drunk they probably don't even know they've already pissed themselves."

Anne sighed. "Then what are you actually doing?" she asked. Her patience was running thin. All she wanted to do was to get the hell out of Henry's house. And Catalina was preventing her, even if she wasn't intentionally trying to. Or was she? "I thought Henry hadn't invited you." In retrospect, that was probably one of the worst things to say. The sliver of happiness in Catalina's eyes had disappeared.

"I thought you'd be glad. It's not hard to sneak into a party when everyone's drunk. No one recognizes you." Anne's mind immediately sent memories to the front of it. Memories of just 10 minutes ago.

"So now you know who that girl is, right?" Catalina asked. Anne could only nod. It WAS Catalina whom she had seen earlier, standing around, blending in with the others and drinking. And suddenly, all the events of the night had come and smashed into her.

"Shit! Lina, I–"

"You said–you promised me that you wouldn't let him touch you. And then not only do you let him touch you, you're the one who initiates!" Catalina yelled. "Like, goddamn...I don't know if my eyes were playing tricks on me or what, but Jesus Christ, that's been playing in my mind since I've been here." Catalina took in a deep breath. "You know, I was thinking about how I was going to confront you. I-I had this big talk I wanted to give you about what you were getting into...I don't even think that'll be enough for you to understand," she said.

"Lina...I...I do. I do understand. When he kissed me, I understood. I just–"

"You enjoyed it, didn't you? I can't say I'm surprised. He really does know how to make a girl weak. Maybe a bit too weak," Catalina said. "Hey, remember Bessie Blount?"

"Um...the girl who slept with him while he was with you?" Anne asked.

"Yeah. Guess where she is now."