Dirty Laundry Lyrics Novels & Stories

Chance Saturday. Peaceful day. Well... until I almost died fixing my curtains. "AND IIIIIIIIIII- " I sang The curtain rod slipped from my hand. "WILL ALWAYS LOVE- OH SHIT" I lost my balance immediately and fell straight off my bed with a painful thud. Silence. I stayed flat on the floor staring at my ceiling fan. "...Fantastic." The song kept playing loudly in the background while my back screamed at me. I hate cleaning. But I had to, seeing as mom picked up another double shift at the hospital today. Meaning I had the house to myself.

The dark red splotches reminded me, glared at me and taunted me of the loss of my virginity, a hollow concept created by society. I sighed, feeling a slight pang in my chest as I picked up my pants and the shredded t-shirt. Isaac’s words revolved in my mind, like a chant - a pain-inducing, mind-numbing chant. I followed the morning routine on auto-pilot- I washed and scrubbed my body until the skin was a blushing pink. I washed my face with hot water, put the dirty clothes in the hamper and cried until my hiccups turned into coughs.

For the man that left my bed For making love the way I saved for you inside my head And I'm sorry for the fans I lost Who watched me fall again I wanna be a role model But I'm only human -I felt a tear on my cheek-: I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know why I do it every, every, every time It's only when I'm lonely Sometimes I just wanna cave And I don't wanna fight I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try Just hold me, I'm lonely Momma, I'm so sorry I'm not sober anymore And daddy, please forgive me for the drinks spilled on the floor To the ones who never left me we've been down this road before

I promised myself that I'd never ask for anything from him ever again. As long as there's some soap and water, I can stay clean. And that includes my clothes. I peel my shirt off and turn the tap on. I lather it in soap and try my best to get all the stains off. I wring it and hang it over the shower. Next, I take my pants off. It's even filthier than the top. The cold air hits my bare skin and I shiver.

Tonight will be the last night I will cry over my life, letting the tears fall freely. Feeling exhausted, I start washing myself, scrubbing away all the dried blood. Climbing out I wrap myself with the towel. I quickly started washing my dirty clothes in the sink, hanging them over the shower door to dry. I climbed into the bed with the towel wrapped around me. Quickly falling asleep.

Delicate - Taylor Swift 🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯 I'm doing laundry. Children go school. Only Asher remained. Suddenly my youngest son today, becomes whiny and spoiled. That's why I let him at home. And trying to understand what happened, because something was wrong with my son.

I look straight into the camera, cum sticky and warm on my lips and cheeks, chest heaving, pussy still throbbing and dripping. “Happy... fucking... Thanksgiving, bitches.”

Maybe both. I started to clean the shower, singing along to a random Spotify playlist that was playing out of my Airpods. It didn’t matter how often I scrubbed the shower grout; the stale yellow colour would never sparkle or return to its pristine white. Nor would the spots of mould disappear. God, this place was a dump. Dad had sold our beautiful apartment and bought this shithole. I closed my eyes as the ammonia, and pine-scented cleaner invaded my nostrils. The sound of the washing machine dinging on my second load of laundry brought me out of my depressing reverie. After removing the salmon-pink rubber gloves I wore, I stomped out of the bathroom and proceeded to hang my clothes on the c

“Joke’s on you. We’re going to win. And when we do, these boys are taking off their clothes and skinny-dipping with us while you clean our dirty clothes with your tongue.” My brows lifted. “You’ve been watching too much reality TV.” “I have this crazy feeling one thing’s going to lead to another and I’m gonna get that hockey boy money.” “Sure, Molly,” I said, flashing a cold smile. “Keep those dreams alive. Meanwhile, I’ll be living in the real world where your team of girly girls has no shot at beating a professional hockey team.” Something flickered behind her smug mask. A tremor. A flash of what if I’ve messed up.

Complaints, insults, excuses, frustration. “That asshole plays dirty.” “The ref was bought.” “We shouldn’t have lost like that.” I clench my jaw as I read, close the chat without thinking too much because I don’t want to stay there, don’t want to keep going over the same thing, don’t want to think about the game or him, so I set my phone aside and take a deep breath, trying to clear my head, even if it’s just for a while. Tonight I’m only going to do one thing, drink enough to not feel anything and leave early before it all becomes unbearable, no drama, no complications, not giving him more space than he already takes.