Forced Haircut Story By Parents 소설 & 이야기

"I used to have fake hair, all thanks to the Maddox Group. Now that I'm not using it anymore, my real hair will slowly grow back. Just give my hair some time, and in two years, I'll be a young and fresh face too." Aubrie laughed at him, "You were such an old stick-in-the-mud!" Braylen asked, "Aren't we just two spicy girls frying bacon, a perfect match!" Aubrie, "Who is the spicy girl? Don't ruin my image!" Carolyn couldn't help but raise her lips as she watched her parents laughing. She never knew that her parents had such a story. She felt like she didn't need to eat dinner tonight, or even tomorrow. This unexpected wave of dog food is filling her up to the point of bursting.

Not when I could clearly see her wide smile reflected in the mirror, as if she were proud of what she’d done to him. I drew another long breath before turning Jarvis to face me. “Sweetheart, didn’t you tell Mama not to cut your hair because you wanted to keep it long? I never had it cut since you were born, and now…” Tears stung my eyes as I gently stroked his hair. I’d been convincing him for so long to get a haircut, but he always refused, so I stopped pushing. And now, he had his hair cut without me even seeing it happen. It was his first haircut since he was born. And worst of all, it was Ma’am Chantal who did it.

In the days that followed, the house felt like a tomb. Mom and Dad busied themselves with my funeral arrangements, their faces drained of all color and their eyes webbed with red veins so thick they looked like cracks in glass. They had aged beyond recognition. The neighbors all knew what had happened. Some expressed sympathy, some offered condolences, and others whispered behind closed doors that the parents had been too extreme, that they had taken a perfectly good son and destroyed him with their own hands. Those whispered words buried themselves in Mom and Dad like needles, but they had no way to argue back. Everything the neighbors said was true.

If that was the case, I didn’t need to be tied to them anymore. I looked up and noticed the bald man glancing at Dad before he raised his fist. At the same time, Mom grabbed my arm. “Harper! Stop being stubborn! You’ll transfer the money tomorrow!” As I watched the punch about to come down, I closed my eyes and nodded. Finally, Mom let out a sigh of relief. “I knew it. My daughter has always been the sensible one.” After the men left, I returned to my room alone and cleaned my wounds. Then, I opened the Reddit post again. Sure enough, Mom had updated it.

The moment I walked out of the Westons' place with the money, I ran into my parents. Mom and Dad looked me up and down with disdain. "Nathan was right after all. You've been led astray by that brat Kyle. We put so much effort into raising you right, and yet a few sweet words from some punk kid, and all our hard work goes down the drain. "Look at yourself—you went to someone else's house to beg for food? Have you no self-respect at all?" I took a deep breath, then summoned the courage to cut them off for the first time ever.

The door banged open and Aldan stood there. "How long does it take to respond to your name!" I swallowed and stepped out with my head bowed. For a second I thought he would shout some more, but he raised my head forcefully then stepped back. His on the uneven mess of hair that now clung to my face. “What did you do to your head?” he asked disgusted. “It was... it was Alpha Ryan. He instructed I cut it,” I whispered. Don’t go parading around like that. Father will see and he’ll...” He stopped, jaw clenching at the thought. "Nevermind, just make sure you get yourself a decent haircut and stop disgracing this family."

I turned my attention to my food—grilled filet mignon and roasted vegetables on the side—and began eating without saying a word to my parents. They talked for a while, and at some point, I had to zone out of their conversation. Until my mother tapped my father’s arm excitedly, “Oh, have I told you the story about the time I got my first bangs and they were ridiculously short?” “Hmm, tell me all about it,” he responded, with his hand resting under his chin. I rolled my eyes so hard they could’ve gotten stuck. “You’ve told that story only like a thousand times.” It was ridiculous at this point. I had to butt in. “And Dad, you remember it. I swear you could narrate it word for word.”

She touched her hair. "I was in highschool when I started liking a boy, Mad King didn't like it... He trimmed my hair and made me go to school with a bald head... I was humiliated like never in my entire life... That day I decided, I won't cut or tie my hair until I see his death..." Tears gathered in my eyes, how the hell does one father even think about this hideous thing. Leonardo is really a living monster. "I hope that time comes soon and your dignity gets satisfied..."

As I lowered my head, she rushed over, grabbed the scissors from the floor, and cut my hair again. "Give me Nick back to me! Give him back to me!" she screamed hysterically. At that moment, time seemed to pause. No one spoke or moved. Only my hair fell silently to the ground. Each strand felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, crushing my heart. The Hawk family had bullied me for far too long. Summoning strength that I didn't know I had, I quickly picked up the dog shaver from the floor before grabbing Claudia's hair and pulling her down. I pressed the shaver to her scalp and shaved a patch of her hair.

She had seen enough of the ugly side of men. “Did you have a haircut? The color is also different.” Her mother asked with a pleasant surprise. Her hands automatically went to touch her hair. Her mother kept telling her to get a haircut, but she always refused. She was never focused on herself, so Amelia wanted her to enjoy life and take care of herself as other girls did.