Lament Shower Novels & Stories

Drip, drip, drip I feel feather like droplets break its fall on my head. What started off as tiny drops, now begin to pour mercilessly down on us. I look to the heavens, and mouth a thank you to the Lord above. This heavenly shower tames the flaming beast, making it crouch down to its master and disappear – only leaving it destruction behind. How amazing would it be, if it took its dreadful acts with it – but that would not happen, for what’s done is done.

What doesn’t kill you breaks you. I walk into the bathroom and I turn the shower on. Without stripping my clothes I walk into the shower and I sit on the floor resting my back against the wall. I feel the tears streaming down my eyes at the same time The hot waterfalls over my head washing away the sweat and blood from me. The pain stays and I feel my body heavier than normal. I allow myself to lay down on the floor and cry. I lay on the floor hugging my own body. I cry like a little baby that lost his mom. Like I did. And now... now I am losing the love of my life.

I step inside the shower and once I’m in I let the flood gates open, I sit in the shower and silently cry I let out all the pent-up anger frustration and humiliation that I just injured come pouring out of me, what upsets me the most though is that the people who are meant to love me the most didn’t show an ounce of it downstairs they acted like I was some random person. A sob comes out of my throat and I can’t help but wonder if they can hear me or if they even care, there is no way I am going back down there to fave them all again, I don’t care what punishment is headed my way I refuse to be down there to entertain them.

"Blake is in the shower. He's exhausted from the long day. You get it, right?" I hung up without a word. Then I cursed the pair of cheaters.

I stepped under the cold shower. The second the icy water hit my skin, a scream tore out of my throat, echoing off the walls. The pain in my chest intensified like someone was stabbing me from the inside. I grabbed the wall for support, grunting through clenched teeth, my knees buckling. Lena suddenly howled in my head for the first time today, screaming. "Mate in pain! Mate in pain!" I coughed hard, and blood splattered onto the shower floor, bright red mixing with water before it washed away.

"Don't stare puppy, you never seen a naked woman before? Now you may let that water out of your dirty little bottom" The relief was almost to much, the filthy water poured onto the floor of the shower, running between his toes and down the plug. Graham felt horrified at his display, he felt a new level of shame as he sank further into submission, he hung there like a rag, head bowed, exhausted by the experiences of the past few hours.

She always kept a spare set of pajamas here for moments exactly like this—when the bedroom felt miles away, and the effort of walking those few extra feet seemed insurmountable. Back in the bathroom, she stepped into the shower. She stood there for a long time, the steam rising around her like a shroud. As the water warmed, her tears finally broke free, mixing with the hot stream cascading down her face. The physical pain began to dull into a tolerable ache under the heat, but the humiliation remained sharp.

She steps in and just looks at me, again, not saying anything. “Do you need her to spell it out Liam? TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES and get in there”. Kalen is very much present. Why am I so nervous? I strip down and enter the other side of the shower. These showers are huge, with two heads. I look forward and her entire body is on display as she rinses her hair with her head tilted back. I want to touch her so badly but all I can do is stare.

I didn't bother changing out of my sopping clothes before heading straight for the bathroom. I needed to wash away more than just the rain. I took off my clothes and stood in front of the shower as it poured down on me. The hot water of the shower offered some solace as it beat down on me. I stood there, letting the steam envelop me, trying to wash away the emotional weight that threatened to drown me, as the words that left Damien's lips seemed to get to me. He rejected our baby he rejected us and more than I could consider. Once I came out of the bathroom, feeling slightly better, the shower was good to wash away any remains of tears. my eyes,

She turned away, unable to bear the sight. Stepping into the shower, she turned on the water as hot as she could stand it, hoping the scalding heat would wash away the grime, the shame, and the memories. She stood under the stream, the water mingling with her tears, her body trembling with silent sobs. She scrubbed her skin until it was raw, as if she could erase Jonathan's touch from her body. The steam filled the room, creating a foggy cocoon around her. For a moment, she allowed herself to be vulnerable and feel the weight of her anguish.