Comet With Bleach Spray Novels & Stories

The coppery smell of blood floods my senses the moment we walk in. Liam freezes behind me as our presence goes completely ignored by Dr. Sari and Billy. Billy works diligently with a small squeeze bottle spraying the back of Beatrice’s head, soaking the once clumpy red hairs in a sudsy liquid solution. The solution the sprays on clear drips down from the side of the table in little pink splatters of water onto the musty white carpet, rendering the area around Billy’s feet completely pink and wet.

⁠ I⁠ tied a‍ rag around‍ my face like a mask. I po​ured b‍l⁠each on t⁠he floor.⁠ I​ poured bleach‌ on the walls. The s​mell was overp‍ower⁠ing, ch‍emica‍l and sha‍rp‌.​ It burned my‌ e⁠yes, but I lov‍e‍d‌ it. It smelle‌d⁠ like purity. ‍I scrubbed the c‍oncrete⁠ on my h‍ands an⁠d‌ knee​s.⁠ I scrubbed the toilet‌. I s⁠crubbed the s‍ink.

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?!”

She closed her eyes, breathing steadily, relaxed. She was so thin. It hurt to see her like this. I didn’t want to make quick work of it, knowing this was how she was rewarded but my throat was having a tough time swallowing. Finally, once I had finished washing her, I took out the bottles of dye remover. It wasn’t bleach but she said it might not work as well on hair that was really light with a really dark color. I was into bottle three when I could actually see streaks of her old color. Auri was patient, arms wrapped around her knees in the warm water as I scrubbed through the color in her hair.

"Turn around " I turn slowly around and he's holding a small bottle in his hand. He begins to spray whatever is in it all over me , covering me from head to toe. I don't smell anything, whatever it is doesn't have any scent to it and I don't understand how this is supposed to help me.

I have to get these symbols off the wall. The kitchen! There has to be something in the kitchen I can use to get these symbols off the wall. I go to the kitchen scramble looking for something to remove the symbols. My mind is in overload. Bleach there has to be bleach here. I look under the cabinet. Yes, bleach! I grab the bleach and I grab a towel. It should do the trick. I run for the door and start scrubbing. As I'm scrubbing the door mayhem comes to the door. He looks at me puzzled and asks me what I'm doing. He doesn't know what's going on, how can this be? He was here when I went to sleep.

It seems to be a spritz bottle filled with water and something that smells suspiciously like honey. “Hold out your hands,” she says and I do what she asks, only for her to spritz the liquid onto my wrist wraps. “Since this is a street fight now, this can’t be illegal.” “What exactly is this?” I ask, smelling the sweet scent again. “And why is it illegal in the first place?” She grins. “It’s saffron extract and if my deductions are correct, then it should help you with your fight,” she says and takes a step back from me.

So should you. Susie smiled. "Is it ok if I play a little music? It helps me concentrate." "Sure." Susie flashed her hands, then tied her apron around her waist and began. At first, I closed my eyes because it scared me to see what was happening, but I eventually opened them to see that she was doing just fine. After she applied the bleach, she wrapped my hair in foil. "Ok, I'm just going to let this sit for 20 minutes. Can I offer you anything to drink?"

I was blessed with a length that left me looking less bald until it got wet. I removed the shoelace and used a little spray bottle to lightly moisten it before using a wide-tooth comb to get it puffy again and detangle it. I put it back into the shoelace and brush my teeth, dreading the fact that I had to step into the bathroom.

Shaking my head to clear the fog, I pulled away and headed out of the room to fetch the spray. I returned to find her curled to the side. My footsteps alerted her of my presence. She turned and sat up on the bed, her brows furrowed. "What is that?" Taking a seat next to the bed, I held the spray in front of her. "Sterile saline spray." Scooting forward, I cleared my throat. "From my research, it doesn't hurt. I had someone bring a few of these. They are good for piercings—aids effective healing."