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She closed her eyes, breathing steadily, relaxed. She was so thin. It hurt to see her like this. I didn’t want to make quick work of it, knowing this was how she was rewarded but my throat was having a tough time swallowing. Finally, once I had finished washing her, I took out the bottles of dye remover. It wasn’t bleach but she said it might not work as well on hair that was really light with a really dark color. I was into bottle three when I could actually see streaks of her old color. Auri was patient, arms wrapped around her knees in the warm water as I scrubbed through the color in her hair.

Maybe then he would be drunk enough to do it. "He wants to, right Demitri?" Kyle asked, smiling. Demitri looked in his cup and started drinking more. After, he took a breath and looked at Becca. "Can't let Becky lose her dare streak." Demitri said and Becca rubbed her arms. Kendra smiled and stood up, pulling Becca to her feet while Demitri stood on his own. Kendra started leading the two to her bedroom. Demitri looked back at the guys and they both gave him two thumbs up. He felt like throwing up or passing out or a terrible combination of the two.

Alyssa said to herself cleaning up after their breakfast. “ Finally, I was scared you were ghosting us,” Padma heaved as Brie walked in. “ I’m sorry, so sorry. I had to do some last minute touch ups,” Brie apologized. Padma hadn’t noticed her hair first when she walked in. But as soon as she did she loved it. The 5’8ft fair skinned, green-eyed beautiful woman had dyed hair dirty blonde hair into silver and lavender. It wasn’t that some part of her hair was silver and the other lavender, No.

It fееlѕ аmаzіng tо bе clean, and аftеr ѕlірріng іntо Brеndа’ѕ clothes, I’m tоtаllу rеfrеѕhеd. Blake hаѕ no hаіr drуеr, ѕо I twіѕt mу hаіr іntо a mеѕѕу bun and I fееl rеаdу to tаkе оn fіndіng April аgаіn.

“You said it happened at dinner and again yesterday, right?” “I still don’t understand it,” I reply, walking toward the hair aisle, eyes scanning different braids and extensions. “It’s not something I control. It just happens. Like a flash, or a blink, and then—boom—it’s real.” I pull down a sleek pack of White Plum Goddess Weave, the kind that wraps like clouded silk around the scalp. I toss it into my basket, deciding instantly. The locks had to go. I need to feel new, look new.

I found disposable wipes and wiped them off and I was about to trash it when I noticed something in the trash can dangling and the cover, it appears that it didn't enter into it well. It caught my attention, it was a satchet of Blonde hair dye. I used the wipes to pick it up and examined it very well. It was blonde hair dye. But why would Leexy be using a blonde hair dye? she's already naturally blonde. "Where you able to get it out?", she asked from outside, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Uhm, yes I did", I said trashing everything completely and washing my hands. I decided not to think much about it, it's nothing.

Kandy “I hate it.” I stared at myself in the mirror like I was looking at a stranger wearing my skin. The blonde was gone. Months of expensive bleach, curling irons, extensions, and upkeep had vanished beneath sleek black hair that fell smooth and straight past my shoulders. Thick bangs framed my eyes now while two deep crimson pieces cut through the dark near the front like streaks of blood. Cassandra stood behind me with a flat iron in one hand and absolutely no sympathy on her face.

The black hair—the same hair Zion wrapped around his fingers while he fucked me until I forgot my own name, the same hair Elias brushed from my face with a tenderness that broke my heart, the same hair Luka held like reins while he possessed me with that devastating precision—falls straight and dark over the shoulders of the cheap coat I bought at the first store I found. My natural hair. Black as night, black as Zion’s eyes, black as the secrets I have carried for decades. I pick up the box of blonde dye bought at the corner pharmacy along with the disposable scissors. Not salon blonde, not the sophisticated blonde of a woman who has time and money to take care of herself. The aggressive, a

I need to stay calm, stay clean, stay in control. Once I’m done, I step out and grab the hair dye. It's time for me to disappear. I start working it through my hair, making it darker, way darker than my natural hair color. Something that won’t make anyone do a double take. Once that’s done, I grab the scissors and start trimming. Not too short, just enough to change the shape. Enough to throw people off. When I finish, I let the dye sit and grab my phone, I order some food for the gremlin kicking me in my soul.

His fingertips moving on my scalp felt like heaven. “Wow!!”I said as I looked at the color of my hair after Mr Louis was done washing and drying it. The bleaching turned our prefect. The honey brown color fit my face and my skin, it boosted my confidence. Ahh ahh. He laughed. That is not all Mrs Arya. He said, smiling at me. There's more?” I asked, laughing.