Case Of Bleach Novels & Stories

She looked defeated, like someone who had lost all hope. “We need to clean up the blood,” Tony told me, not even sparing Britney a glance. “I’ll be right back,” I replied, rushing upstairs to grab my clothes. Once I was dressed, I returned with a gallon of bleach, towels, a mop, and a bucket among other cleaning supplies.

Too clean. The scent of bleach hits me first—sharp, chemical, stinging the inside of my nose. Antiseptic lingers heavily behind it, mixing into something cold and clinical. All the blood from earlier? Gone. The mess? Gone. The chaos? Erased so thoroughly you’d think the violence was nothing more than a bad dream. Except it wasn’t. And the two bandaged women in the living room are proof.

he screamed, stepping back. I grabbed the bleach bottle and hit him on the side his head as hard as I could, causing him to step backward. I took advantage of his momentary unbalance as he rubbed his eyes, knowing that I only had a second. I unscrewed the cap from the bleach bottle and threw the contents at him, causing him to scream out in pain as bleach covered his face and hair. I grabbed the broom and, finding sudden strength, rammed my foot into the wooden handle, breaking it in half.

I let out a sharp breath and pushed the bedsheet away. “I really thought it was dye, I promise.” I defended myself, though not with much confidence, feeling quite confused. I truly believe that was bleach. I believed it was simply the natural shade of blue that would make it appear whiter. “Take a look,” she said, pulling out the bleach she had brought and opening it for me to see. It is nearly colorless, much like water. I trembled in disbelief; this was worse than anything I had ever experienced.

Cedric POV The car reeked of bleach, blood, and that sharp, metallic copper smell that always comes with the mess. It was in the air, in the seats, even in the damn leather. I leaned back in the plush seat of the Bentley, pulling off my gloves and wiping my hands with a damp cloth. It didn’t do much. The scent was there, lingering in the fabric no matter how many times I tried to scrub it out. It stuck to everything, a constant reminder of the shit I have to deal with.

Jackson strolled behind them, the rest of the group following too. "Where was it again–i think it should be–" Jackson searched through the cupboards until he found it. "Ahhh..." "Hehehe-" Navina chuckled, wiping out her phone as she began to film. Nick stood by the door, making sure he won't be caught in the camera. He won't want to ruin his lovely personality. "Please don't– please....." Jeff begged while the group encircle him. Jackson shook the medium size bottle bleach, holding it out to Jeff. "Drink."

He could not believe it no matter what. Jessie took a deep breath and slowly said, "Uncle Bai. The clothes you are wearing are made of the Launette Perfume Laundry, the shaved water is made of asparagus and almond juice. There is also menthol mixed together, the toothpaste is salt and soda, and so on and so forth. The hand-washing solution is the combination of cherry blossoms and orchids. You have been to the clinic in the hospital today. In the operating theater, although you took a shower and got rid of the poison, You still smell like iodine, blood, anti-inflammatory, anesthesia, and sedative."

Moreover who listens to best friend until and unless some problem arises. Putting a full stop to my thinking, I went inside the washroom, washed up and did my morning routine.... I didn't put any makeup for obvious reasons, as i have surgeries to do and just went with a light cream and a lipstick of light pink shade.... It's actually one of my favourites... Although pink is not the colour I prefer as I am not a pink person... Well, I am black person... Let's leave as soon as possible otherwise I would be late... I went out not before locking my house and tried to look for a cab or rickshaw...

Lance asked, following me down to the hospital as we spoke. “It’s not something that you will understand if I explain with words,” I said nervously. The image of his drawer flashed in my head again and my smile got brighter. “Try me,” he insisted. “Okay, he poured bleach on his mate’s clothes. Trying to fix his mess and entire problem he went online to look for a solution and he saw where they asked him to use soda. Then he poured soda all over his drawer,” I said it all in one breath. Lance took a second to comprehend but then he said, “What?!”

“Prez says to keep the two of you apart. Don’t get Red in trouble.” I’ve managed to keep myself under control for most of the day and now this little bleach boy is about to make me lose my shit. I suck in air as slowly as possible to gain control. I march back inside the clubhouse and wash the refrigerator out. I ignore the bleach fumes making my eyes burn and scrub until it’s spotless. I begin unpacking the items that need to stay cold. Rufus opens a door past the refrigerator. It’s a closet size pantry with enough shelves to hold the dry goods.