JAYCE BECKETT The smell of bleach clung faintly to the bathroom even though I had cracked the window open. A towel was spread over Chocolate's shoulders, clips holding messy sections of her dark hair in place while streaks of dye worked their way through. My hands were stained with little smudges of chestnut brown, proof I had no damn clue what I was doing but was determined to at least pretend I did. I meant, this was my first time dealing with hair bleach. Even when Emily was young and still around, she never asked for a hair dye, so I had no idea what the fuck I was doing to Chocolate's hair. “Hold still, or you’re gonna look like a zebra,” I muttered, brushing a section of hair down, my frown deepened as I had my eyes glued to her hair. Chocolate wrinkled her nose at me through the mirror. “You’re the worst hairdresser alive.” “And yet, here you are begging me to help you,” I shot back, smirking. “You want me to call a professional? Or, perhaps, you'll prefer Curti
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