Nel Tu Bleach Novels & Stories

I asked Tiago how will I explain the lashes and he just told me that we could just tell people that I got it tinted. My nose scrunched at the smell of bleach on my head. I honestly think that Tiago wanted to bleach Leo's hair, but he constantly refused so I was the next target. He really didn't give me a chance to say no. He didn't even tell Arturo so when he saw what Tiago was doing, he got an earful. I didn't mind though, and as soon as Arturo realized that I wasn't really bother by it. He gave up.

"It's bad. I think maybe if I open the windows and air it out, it might help some, but there's no question that it's going to take some bleach, too. Lots of bleach." Jenny nodded slowly. "Okay. So . . . we need bleach. And vinegar and baking soda." At my questioning glance, she explained, "It's good for cleaning sinks and showers and toilets. Great for deodorizing, too." She looked back at my car. "It's not furnished, is it?"

Blood smears across the carpet, dark streaks that'll never come out. Good thing this place sees worse things than murder. The bathtub is barely big enough, but I manage to fold him inside. His head lolls at an unnatural angle. I turn away, focusing on the next step. Bleach. Lots of it. The motel's supply closet is a joke—just cleaning rags and half-empty bottles. But there's enough bleach to burn away DNA. I pour it over everything: the carpet, the walls, the doorknobs. The chemical smell makes my eyes water.