Washes Over Me Novels & Stories

Ever since Lucan locked me up in that breathing room, I have been washed with ice cold water I poured in liquid soap and I let the water wash me. This might be the last bath I have in this pack- most especially if I don’t live long enough to get my revenge. I am washing away every of my connection to this pack. I don’t know when my tears start to flow too. In the bathroom, it is now tears, warm water and soap flowing.

It cascaded down my face and washed down the rest of my body. I focus on the hot water as it burned and scorched everything it touched. I reached for the loofah and lather it with body wash. We only have body wash in the house. I’m determined to wash his touch from my body. Suds cover parts of my body as I scrubbed.

Just dirt under his expensive Italian shoes. ​I grab this insanely soft white towel from a rack—the kind of towel that probably costs more than my entire monthly rent back at the old place—and I start scrubbing. I don't just wash; I scrub until my skin is bright, burning red. It hurts, but I don't care. I want him off me. I want his smell, his touch, his whole terrifying presence washed down the drain. But the panic in my stomach isn't washing away. It's just growing. Turning into this heavy block of dry ice.

Like every piece of me has returned to its rightful place overnight. Last night happened…..the fear, the crack, the weakness. But it doesn’t own me. It never will. “I’m fine,” I say under my breath, and this time… I mean it. I swing my legs over the bed and stand with no hesitation, and no lingering. I walk straight into the bathroom. The water runs hot against my skin, steady and controlled, just the way I like it. I stand under the shower longer than usual, letting it wash everything away, not just sweat or sleep, but the remnants of yesterday.

EUDORA. When I washed myself in the shower days after my First heat, it was with a delicateness that I thought I’d lost since my return from the MoonBorn pack. When I washed myself, I wasn’t obsessed with getting invisible imprints of the filthy hands that touched me, off my skin.

Just warmth. Slowly, carefully, I washed. Letting the soap glide over tender spots, letting the warm water melt away the last traces of yesterday’s fear. With each rinse, I felt a piece of myself return - not the part that belonged to anyone else, but the part that still belonged to me.

All the instructions… I didn’t even trust myself to remember half of them. But I knew I had to follow them through. I exhaled heavily and shakily and pushed the covers off. I can do this. Yes, it was going to be hard, but at least I needed to try. With that, I dragged my heavy body into the shower. And it helped just a little. Warm water cascaded down my skin, washing away the stickiness of loneliness and the mess I was in. I stood under the hot water longer than necessary, letting it ground me, letting it force me to the present. Letting it wash away the ugly mark on my skin. But the shit still didn’t budge. What I realized, though, was that it had quit humming. It was just silent against m

The steam filled the enclosure, wrapping me in a comforting cocoon of warmth. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, letting the water run over my face and down my body. The steady rhythm of the shower created a soothing white noise, drowning out the outside world. With each drop that splashed against my skin, I felt a sense of renewal, as if the water were washing away not just the dirt and grime but also the weight of my worries.

I hear my voice crack under the weight of exhaustion and fear. The simple bathroom beckons me, and I shuffled toward it, desperate for solace in the form of a hot shower. Steam billows around me as the water cascades over my skin, scalding but oddly comforting. I scrub my body vigorously, almost as though trying to erase the memory of flames licking at my fingertips. Yet, no matter how hard I try, the sensation lingers, an echo of the strange power i inadvertently unleashed.

As I washed, my thoughts drifted, flashes of everything that had led to this day, every moment, every step that brought me here. A small smile found my lips. The thought of him waiting at the end of the aisle made my heart beat faster, not with fear, but with something steady and sure. Something that felt like home. I rinsed off slowly, letting the water run over my shoulders and down my back, washing away the last traces of sleep and leaving me feeling fresh and awake. After a while, I stepped out, wrapping a soft towel around myself. My skin was warm, slightly flushed from the heat, but I felt fresh and ready for the day.