Novel & Cerita I Made A Bloody Mess In The Kitchen Sink

“Because apparently my life wasn’t chaotic enough already.” I laugh. Actually laugh. Then I set my mug down. “Come on.” She narrows her eyes. “What?” “Show me the sink.” “You know how to fix sinks?” “I grew up with four brothers.” “That doesn’t answer my question.” “It means things were always broken.” Another smile. God. I like seeing that smile way too much. We head upstairs. Her bathroom sink has been dripping into the cabinet underneath. Nothing major. Just annoying. I crouch down and open the cabinet.

I pulled out a slightly charred loaf of bread quickly, the top of my arm brushing a hot coil on the roof to the oven. “Damnit!” I shouted, among other violent oaths against the cooking apparatus. I turn the sink faucet on high with ice cold water, running my wrist underneath it. I was so wrapped up in the karmic retribution of my caress mistake, that I didn’t hear the door unlock and open. “What happened here?” Mira was standing in the doorway to the kitchen, looking amused and slightly concerned. It was only then that I realized I had more or less trashed the kitchen as I poked around absent-mindedly.

A place secluded enough not to draw attention from junkies looking for an abandoned space to shoot up or squatters hoping to make their home. I should have drilled Sergio for more details before handing him off to Mila. Well, too late now. Entering the kitchen, I have to wipe the bottoms of my shoes, as well as a few bloody footprints, from the kitchen tiles. I’m messier than I realized. I wash my hands in the sink, removing the blood that’s starting to scab over. It wouldn’t be the first time I was spotted in my home covered in gore, but I prefer not to give off an overly violent image with my staff whenever I can.

Then my smile immediately disappeared after seeing the mess he made. The couch is completely destroyed, the floor is covered in toilet paper and feathers from the cushions, there's also water, don't know where that came from though, the kitchen is covered with a lot of sauces and condiments, and how the hell did he get the condiments that were in the upper cabinets?! I expected bad things but this, wow.

Since she didn’t, turning a blind eye to the mess seemed to be the most comforting solution. When I opened the door to the bathroom, I was greeted by another disturbing scene. There were splatters of blood that appeared to have been wiped away in a hurry on almost every surface. Whoever made this mess did an awful job at hiding it. It was everywhere, like someone was really hurt in here.

POV Kristen The wine glass slipped from my hands! It hit the marble floor and exploded .... red everywhere, like something had been murdered .... and I just stood there, barefoot in the kitchen doorway, staring at the mess I'd made. The wine spread across the white marble, filling them like it had somewhere to be. The mess was not the glass. It was in our bedroom.

“Now with that over with, I’m going to go finish a few things in the back.” I’m busy preparing a tub of icing for tomorrow when the door to the kitchen is thrown open. “What the f—!” I yell, accidentally dropping a bottle of food coloring. It splatters on the floor, red dye exploding at my feet. “I truly don’t think I’ve met a messier human.” I scowl, giving him my dirtiest look. “What are you doing here?”

In the little corners of the kitchen, there were clear containers holding muffins that she must've made recently. She must've been quite fond of baking. I set the bowl of bloodied water in the kitchen sink and tossed the ruined clothes into the waste bin. I grimaced as I poured the murky water down the drain, staining the side of the sink. Not wanting to leave a mess, I started working on washing the bowl and the kitchen sink, and all the other dirtied utensils around her kitchen.

Besides, I wanted to impress Scarlett the best way I could. Sighing, I looked around at the mess I’d made. There was a ketchup stain on the kitchen counter that looked dangerously like blood. Shredded cheese laid around in clumps, onion rings - those I managed to cut without making a complete fool of myself or even worse, cutting my hand - were scattered across the floor.

I made my way to the kitchen, trying to find anything I could eat but when I found something, my tummy rejected the food and I got back to the sink, get rid of everything I ate by throwing up. “Ugh, jeez” I groaned then I cleared my throat, later, I rested my ass against the sink. “This is so fuck up” I stated. On that morning I figure out that I couldn’t take food anymore and if I take it, it just coming out over and over again. I put back all the stuff inside the dishwasher to their original place and when I grabbed the knife, I accidently slice my finger. “Oh, Lord, what’s more” I mumbled then I hurriedly clean the blood in my finger with water, as the blood running down to the sink and m