Bleach Quincy Oc Novels & Stories

I almost spat out my juice. “Deserves you? Then you two really are perfect for each other. A fake and a dog. You two deserve each other for sure!” “You little…” Jace raised his hand to slap me. “Stop.” A cold, calm voice cut through the room. Quincy was standing beside me. I had not even noticed his arrival. He wore a plain suit. He stood tall and straight. His presence felt distant and sharp. He glanced at Jace like he was staring at garbage.

Tears streamed down my face again—not because of the story I was telling, but because I remembered every second of running out of that grassy area toward Zekiel’s house. How is Zayne now? Is he crying? The thought made me cry harder, so Quinn rubbed my back soothingly. "The balloons—what were they for?" I looked at the officer who asked. "It’s Quinn’s birthday tomorrow. I came here at night to surprise her at exactly midnight." I heard Quinn gasp at my words. "Oh my God, Claire!" I looked at her and saw tears falling from her eyes, so I held her hand and gave her a sad smile. "Is that true, Ms. Bellerose?"

In my haze of winning I didn’t hear the footsteps walking towards the living room or even heard them unlock the door. “What in the-" I snapped, turning to see Asher and Rue standing right behind us, two bags in their hands, well, it was there but now on the floor. Rue’s mouth open, a fly could pass in there with no restrictions. "Please tell me I am hallucinating.” Asher whispers, eyes looking back and forth between Aaron and I. “I need bleach. I need to unsee what I just saw.” Rue speaks up after some minutes, walking into the kitchen.

It’s thick, metallic and then I remember where we are. It clings to the air like a suffocating fog, sinking into my nostrils and coating the back of my throat. I gag on it as bile rises into the back of my mouth. Then I smell bleach mixed in. The tang burns my nose, and for a split second, I can’t tell if the sting in my eyes is from the fumes or the growing panic in my chest. We slept in this. I cleaned the floor last night, scrubbed this spot until my hands were raw, but now the mix of blood and bleach is even worse. It’s foul and chemical, like something rotting beneath sterile lies.