Forced Haircut Story By Parents Mga Nobela at Kwento

Grey smiled, shaking his head at his cute sister. "Mom, I also had a haircut, what do you think of this" he asked, waiting for his mom to shower him with praises and she wasn't stingy at all. "My my… you look like that prince from the south. Handsome and breathtaking" She responded and he blushed with a red face. Monica turned the phone to their dad. "Look Mama, dad also had a haircut" "Oh my goodness Gerald, did you cut your hair? But why? You know I love it when they are long"

“Okay. No need to be rude about it. You can just say no. I’ll ask mom inst...” I opened the door and stood face to face with my son. He needed a haircut. It was raven black like mine, only straight while mine was curly, and reached him to his shoulders. It would look good if he bothered to style it a little, or at least give it a brush. But he didn’t, so it only looked unkempt. It didn’t help to be tall and muscular when you looked like a bum. Hopefully he would clean up before the wedding. “I’m sorry,” I sighed.

I muttered. The military haircut was something you could call his signature hairstyle. He always wore that hairstyle unlike the other kids who preferred long hairstyles. I thought he always preferred to keep his hair short and neat which is why he always cuts it down to that length. Who would have thought that he actually hated that hairstyle? “What kid would like that hairstyle? I’m almost bald here,” he answers back. “Then why don’t you wait for your hair to regrow?” I asked him back. “It was my parents, they wanted me to have this hairstyle,” he answered.

I cut her off, bitterness sharp in my voice. "Shane told me he was testing haunted houses, but every night he came home. We only got to be together during New Year. Last year, when we ate buns, he looked so gloomy, saying there was no festive spirit. I just wanted him to have a New Year free from debt… so I had to do the clinical trial. Mom… did I do something wrong again?" The entire family froze. My mother's lips trembled, and tears fell in heavy drops.

He had waited for me to come home with a smile on his face. He had started this. He made me look at the chaos of my life and suddenly feel like there was something to look forward to. Now, he was leaving without a word; he didn't want me anymore. - I went to the salon and had my hair cut short. The stylist told me that the way they cut it left my hair completely messy. So, even though I wanted a trim, they had to cut it extremely short—right above my ears. The hair that had once reached my waist was now cut so short. It stung a little inside.

“I know what you went through from the reports, but I have to ask, was it really that bad?” “It was worse!” I got off the mat and grabbed the water bottle from the floor. “Once, I made our dinner. Normally, I would do it with my hair tied up, but that day, my scalp was so sore from his pulling that I just couldn’t bear to put it up.” I looked at Greg, drinking more water to swallow the lump that formed in my throat as the memory hit me hard. He turned in silence, waiting for me to continue. “Unfortunately, a strand of hair fell into his food, so he grabbed me by my hair and dragged me to the bathroom.” I sighed, slightly trembling. “He took the clippers and shaved my head because I was ‘filt

I called. "What did you say?* I did not hear you, he said as I glared at him. "Brother!" I called and before I knew it someone was already rubbing my hair and destroying the hairstyle that took a while to make. "You are not allowed to rub my hair!" I pushed his hand away. "Why?! Your hair is smooth and fluffy" He raised his brows as if not knowing what he did wrong. "Fluffy?! I'm not a dog!" I pushed him away While mom and Dad smiled at the side.

He didn’t reply to me; instead, he was enjoying the feel of my hand in his hair. “Any style then,” I mumbled, bringing out the scissors. I decided to just trim his hair. Give him a bob cut. He will look good with long hair. He looked at me as I trimmed his hair. I don’t know anything about hair, but having a daughter mother taught me how to trim her hair, style it, and arrange hair pins. Rose is particular about her hair; she loves her hair, and she loves how long it is. I frequently change her hairstyles, and she loves it.

I pulled it harder. "Ow! Taylor, stop!" she screamed but I continued pulling. "Ouch! That hurts! Mommy! Daddy! Taylor's pulling my hair, tell her to quit it!" My parents who were seated in front of us turned. "What is going on back there?" mom inquired. I let go of her hair and smiled. "Nothing. Adrianna and I were just talking," I turned to her. "Weren't we?" "She pulled my hair!" a tear rolled down her cheek as she massaged her scalp.

"I'm sorry you went through that,I hate your parents an I don't even know them" "Its okay,as long as I have my friends and Jace and not my parents I'll be fine". "What happen to your hair?".Jack eyed my hair "I cut it a little shorter I couldn't cut all of it I love it too much it still hides my face and I like that". He ruffled my hair and laugh. "I like it too". $$$$$$$$ On Friday I walked into school,ms.Kay brought me this time.I walk to my locker and opened it.There was a note.