I Made A Bloody Mess In The Kitchen Sink Novels & Stories

The horrible truth is that Jeremy cuts his arms. I poke around in the bottom of Jeremy's sink and find rubbing alcohol and evidence of fresh blood. There's Kleenex in the trash of red blood. It looks new like he's just done it. A knife with a serrated blade rests in the bottom drawer of the bathroom. It was wiped clean, but not good enough. Fresh blood drips on the blade. Again, he's just done this. I can't acknowledge this today. I have to clean up my trauma first.

"And what is wrong with the manner with which I spoke about the Alpha? He is my cousin, you know!" I kept mute, observing and thinking of what to do next, wondering how that came about. I took a quick glance at the place, "My goodness!" I screamed. It was a kitchen, and then, the water faucet was on and everywhere was way flooded like a swimming pool. "What have I done…? How did I do all these..? The entire kitchen was so much in a mess that anyone who entered wasn't pleased at all. The bucket man, Jasminna, came in and saw the Hazzard done and left almost immediately. Then I saw something strange, which I had never seen in my life. Though, Belletta gave me a brief some time ago.

I was unsure of that. I grabbed the dirty plates that were littering the floor and walk into the kitchen, dumping them into the sink and dishwasher. I walked back and finished cleaning up the living room by picking up the packages and plastic bags and dumping them in the bin in the kitchen. I dusted my hands and walk over to the sink. I start washing the dishes that were not dishwasher safe. I needed something to distract me from everything that was happening, I did not know where I stood at the moment or what my future held. I let out a frustrated sound as I closed the tap and dried my hands on my dress.

He pointed to a drawer where I found tissues which I used to wipe down the table, then the floor, making sure everything is spotless before tossing them into the bin. “You can wash your hands there,” he said, pointing to a door which I suspected was his bathroom.. “Okay.” I headed into his bathroom and turned on the faucet. When I was done getting my hands washed, I tried to turn it off, water exploded everywhere. “Oh my goodness, oh my goodness!” I shrieked, stumbling back as water sprayed all over me. Suddenly the door flew open. “What did you do now?” Damon demanded, rushing in. “Why do you always ruin everything you touch?”

JENSYN The silicone spoon fell, clattering to the floor for the second time. I growled, picked it up and dropped it into the sick. The cooker hissed loudly while a kettle and pan sizzled behind me. The counter was scattered with chopped onions, garlic and ginger. A trail of spilled oil laced the table and eggs I probably wouldn't use, sat whisked in a small bowl. Why did I think I could do this? I couldn't cook for fuck’s sake.

The familiar, comforting scents contrasted sharply with the turmoil in my mind. I quickly scanned the kitchen, looking for anything that could help me clean up. A small sink in the corner caught my eye, and I hurried over to it. Turning on the tap, I splashed cool water on my face, trying to wash away the grime and the remnants of last night’s nightmare. The water felt refreshing, a small comfort in the midst of chaos.

She then called me after two minutes, " Hey Stacy, I saw your missed calls. I'm very sorry for not picking up, I was so busy. " " I thought as much. Well, it's okay. How are you? " I asked. " I'm good, just trying to fix the kitchen sink. It's licking and the kitchen is almost filled with water. " She explained. " Have you called a plumber to fix it? " I asked. " Nah, " " Why? " " I don't have any. " " What? " I snapped. " You know, Uncle Kelvin said everything in the house were fixed properly and that there will be no problem as long as the house is in order. I just woke up from sleep this morning only to discover that the sink was actually licking. "

One of my cuticles peeled so far deep and back that I started to bleed. I knew I could not rinse the blood off in the kitchen sink, meaning the only other solution was to go out of the kitchen and head to any of the bathrooms to rinse it off. But I was terrified of finding Dominic roaming around nude. I did not mind seeing Sadie nude because it was not like I was going to see her often, compared to Dominic.

The bottle of mango juice slipped from my hand and now there is a big mess of it and its glass is scattered all over the floor. "I am sorry... you spooked me!" I told her, not knowing whether I would explain to her first or crouch to pick up the big chunks of glasses or probably do it both at the same time. My body tensed as I constantly turned to her and to the mess that I made. "I'll clean this up, don't worry," I assured her the white Marmol floor of Kairos' kitchen was shinier than when the last time that I saw it which led me to conclude that she might have taken her time to clean and polish this for God knows how long today.

"It was crazy. I got home, found the door open and heard noise from the kitchen. I peeked through the window and damn the mess I saw. The kitchen looked like a hurricane had hit it." I crinkled my nose. "Tell me about it. I almost got a stroke when I walked in. It was fucking disgusting. I fucking swear if I didn't kill him before, I would have fucking done it because of what I saw. How the fuck does a grown-ass man make such a mess?" Michael snarled, gripping the fork so hard I felt it was going to break.