Drop The Soap Novels & Stories

I suppressed a laugh and nodded. "Vexen! Dear, don't worry. Our washroom is so clean. I, myself, cleaned the washroom with the soap. The soap is very famous here and it is the most expensive soap here. Do you know, it is all in one soap? We take a bath with it, wash dishes, and clean houses. It smells so nice. You have to use that and—"

My shirt is full of blood from my broken nose so I take it off and grab the only other shirt I own, it needs washing but it's better than being covered in blood. I decide to grab my dirty clothes and bar of soap, head to the lake, and wash my clothes while I have some time. It's not often I can wash my clothes as I have to use the same bar of soap for washing my body and clothes and the bar of soap has to last me 1 year if I run out before I won't get anymore but I will get beatings for smelling bad. I learned the hard way not to run out of soap before the Years up.

CHAPTER 22 ****************** Matured Content I lathered soap all over my face, trying to wash off all the stench that came with the water and sand. In the same way, I lathered soap all over from my neck down to my shoulder and straight down my arms. I raised my arms and lathered the soap all over my underarms. I used the soap on my boobs straight to my stomach and my back, down to my lap and my butt, and finally to my knee and feet.

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I was an ugly outcast who did not fit in, death was the only way out for there was no use for me in this world. With more tears of anguish trailing down my face, I closed my eyes. Knowing that soon I would plunge and drown into this humongous ocean river, ending my life. Releasing one last terrified breath, I jumped and fell. Suddenly a gentle loving voice started speaking from nowhere. It was everywhere and ringing in my ears. Before I formed you in the womb Olivia Phillips, I knew you. Before you were born, I set you apart; I created your inmost being and knit you together in your mother`s womb.

Sophie said in agreement with Brenda's words, bringing tears and surging guilt to Clara's eyes. "Yeah you guys are going to make me cry!" Her attempt at mushiness was quickly silenced by Brenda who of course had to spoil the moment with her dirty mindedness. "Yeah, you can save those liquids for hot Mr. Quinn when he comes making you gush for him." "And really comes hard!" Sophie laughed loudly, dodging immediately as Clara threw a pillow at her.

Her mother moans softly, eyes fluttering now with slight awareness. “It’s okay… I’ve got it.” She begins removing the soiled blanket, hands shaking. Her manicured nails dig into the soiled cloth, and her breath turns shallow. As she unfastens the underpad— A horrible squelch. Then a stench. Rebecca has soiled herself again. Sophia freezes. Her eyes squeeze shut. Her entire body stiffens. For one horrifying second— She wants to scream. To run. To throw something. To cry.

I want to scrub this wine from my skin and crawl out of it entirely. Inside my room , I peel off the dress and dump it in the bathroom sink. The wine swirls down the drain like blood in a cheap horror film. I sit on the edge of the tub in my slip, phone pressed to my ear. Sophia doesn’t pick up — of course she doesn’t, it’s too late, too early, too everything.

“You’re four. This is desperate adult territory.” “Someday,” she mutters, staring sadly at the latte icon. I turn on the faucet at the sink. “Hands.” She lifts both hands, green and blue paint dried between her fingers. I work the soap over them, white foam swallowing the color, some of it still clinging around her nails. Poppy wiggles her fingers under the water, splashing a little onto my blouse. “My attack is valid,” she says, completely sincere. “Just wait until you see my will. All inheritance will be reduced because of this soap incident,” I reply dryly.