I Made A Bloody Mess In The Kitchen Sink นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It was a large industrial kitchen, and I wondered how long I’d been unconscious, because it was closing for the day. After finding the bathroom and doing my business, I headed to the sink, where I scrubbed my hands and stomach with the bar of soap, growing queasy as I watched red run down the drain. I shuddered at the thought my attacker might carry some disease. Other than psychopathy anyway.

“The sink. It was cracked.” “What sink?” I turn to face him again. “The one in the bathroom where she was throwing up. It was cracked.” As I speak the words out loud, I realize how ridiculous I sound. “Never mind. It must have been like that before.” Ricky is silent, and I leave.

The thought made me sigh, feeling both a twinge of regret and a flicker of understanding. Jamie got up from the edge of the tub and flashed me a casual half-smile. "It’s no big deal, I’ll handle it when the time comes." He reached in and popped open the drain, and the water swirled away, still a bit pink. I watched, feeling a mixture of relief and dread. I had no idea how to cover up the blood splattered on the walls or the shattered pieces of mirror scattered on the floor.

Unlike most of the other men, his face is hairless. I glance around the kitchen. Not only is it ugly, it's piled high with the filthiest mess I've ever seen. I storm over to the sink and almost vomit. The smell is horrendous and the grime peeking through the dishes is growing fungi. It takes three seconds to realize there is no dishwasher. Dammit, this will be a hand job. I smile internally. I'm not exactly a hand job kind of girl.

I blinked my eyes open and pushed myself out of the couch, making my way into the kitchen as I realized that it had most definitely been over ten minutes since I sat here while the tap in the kitchen was still turned on. I groaned a little as I stepped into water as soon as I stepped foot into the kitchen, feeling my heart start to hammer fast against the sides of my ribs, as my widened eyes followed the water on the floor, all the way to where it was still pouring from - the sink. I walked through the water instantly, ceasing my fast movements after a few seconds, as soon as I remembered that I could slip on the water and hit my head on the tiles, which could get me seriously injured in an

the mess. I had left my door open, wanting to make sure I heard Maddie if she woke up before me or snuck out of her room instead of sleeping. I moved down the hallway quietly, avoiding the floorboards that I knew creaked to prevent disturbing the sleeping monster in the next room. The kitchen cabinet and counter next to the sink were decorated with her lunch. I pushed down my frustration before moving to rinse the rag that I used to wash dishes so I could clear the surfaces of the mess.

"I wonder if you could give me a hand." Now he looks at me, those deep brown eyes seem to be filled with concern and a little something else. "What's the problem?" "I did something stupid with my bathroom sink. It won't drain, so I used a wire hanger to try and clean it up. The darn thing broke in the middle and I can't use the sink at all. Dad told me to leave it alone so he could fix it tomorrow. But I was impatient and did the pokey thingy again.” I tangle my fingers together in front of me, which just manages to create more cleavage for Mr. Parker to ogle. “Now the pipe underneath is leaking all over. I thought, maybe, you could help fix it? Dad is going to have a fit when he finds out I

But no matter how annoyed she was because my mom had brought in another lady at my absence, beating her… Ohh God! I nearly scoffed at her outrageous reply and the way she resumed to the kitchen to make her self whatever.. so unbothered. She pulled her hair into a messy bun and secured it with its band, then headed to the sink to wash off the blood oozing from her palm. The whole place was a mess, blood stained the white and gold marble floor, a mug was shattered and it's fragments were stuck with the blood. My jaws clenched at the frenzy.

The water in the sink had turned a disgusting shade of brown with a thick layer of grease floating at the top. "I can't wash the cups in this mess. I need to change the water." I said to myself. I need to get these done before Ms. Penny gets here. She hates it when the house isn't immaculate when she comes home from wherever it is she goes to everyday. She doesn't work so I assume she spends her days at the corner bar.

As I am about to reach the kitchen, there' a sound that continuously echoes. *Chink* *Clank* I think I heard something. Like metal or stainless items hitting another metal. I hurriedly walk to the kitchen area. I thought it might be a raccoon who passed the window's barricades. As I arrived there, my jaw almost dropped, it was messy. Very messy. Flours filled the island table, egg shells scattered, pans everywhere, ladles and some spatula were on the sink. She saw me, I was stoned in my place.