Forced Haircut Story By Parents Novels & Stories

Junior says as he jumps in excitement holding Edwards hands. They both had good time shopping...From there, they heads straight up to Unisex Salon to have their haircut. Junior was so happy, he was just grinning from ear to ear knowing they are heading to where they will both have their hair reduced... "yipeee!!!... Daddy is gonna have his hair cut down, looking all fine. Am also gonna look extremely adorable.." Junior says teasingly as he waves his head playfully looking at Edward with shy eyes Edward bursts into laughter as he was shocked hearing his 6years old Son speak in that way...as he just brushed over Juniors hair.

How could someone change that drastically? Back then, my parents forced me to cut my hair so they could buy my brother new toys. I got bullied for having choppy, short hair at school. But Caleb stepped in, grinning as he shielded me. "From now on, your hair's under my protection!" Now, I felt all my strength drain out of me. I said, "Caleb, from today on, we're done. Make sure you pay me for the hair. I'm not obligated to donate it to her."

“And I decided that I wanted bangs, just like this girl Melissa in my class. But instead of asking my mom to take me to the salon, I grabbed the kitchen scissors and went to town.” Thea blinked up at me, still sniffling. “What happened?” “It was a disaster,” I said, grimacing at the memory. “I cut them way too short—practically up to my scalp in some places. And I cut my whole head, not just the front.” “What did your parents say?” Thea asked, wincing slightly as I snipped. “My mom screamed,” I admitted. “And then my dad laughed, which made my mom even madder. But the worst part was that they couldn’t even fix it properly without shaving my head completely.”

Brandon said and I shook my head listening to their conversation. "Mom let's go to the salon after we eat." Crystal said turning to Chloe. "For?" "Cutting my hair." I turned to her. "Why?" "What do you mean 'Why' dad? It's already long." She showed me her hair. "But you're more beautiful like this." I said. "Try to grow your hair dad and feel my uncomfortableness." She said and I chuckled. "I'm a real man so I don't grow my hair until your lenght princess." I patted her head.

I’m glad you’re home. Would your father approve of my cutting my hair short? Mom asked right when I walked in. “Of course, you could be bald and he will still love you” “That’s true” She releases a breath. It’s baffling how worked up mom gets over nothing. “May I know why you wanna do that ?” I ask, taking off my socks and crocs “Got my hair stuck on the plants again, I swear, they’ve turned against me “

I hope you lead a good life from now on. My parents called me after reading my message and kept apologizing to me. They told me they knew it was their fault, but they no longer have the right to ask for my forgiveness. Life continued as normal after that. I had completely cut ties with my original family and spent my energy on work and my life. Due to my work capabilities, I earned enough to put down a deposit for my first house. It had two bedrooms and was not big, but I renovated it according to my favorite minimalist style.

My legs stuck to it a little, and I swung them. Daddy was at the front desk, talking to the lady about my haircut. “Just a trim,” he said. “Just shaping it up—a bang or something. Cute and adorable style. I’m good with haircuts, so please, you know what’s best for a five-year-old.” The lady at the desk was smiling too much and giggling at his every word. Then I saw three women dressed in uniform come together at the corner beside me. The one with very long brown hair nudged her friend. The friend looked. Then the third one.

The first time I laid eyes on Solana was when I was locked up in their basement and she appeared before me like some kind of angel from above. "I really messed up," I say in a low voice, sliding my fingers through my hair and tugging. "Don't do that," my mother says and pulls at my arm. "You'll go bald by the time you're forty." I instantly release the strands of hair. "You need a haircut, Ry," she states with a frown. "Desperately," Finley adds, making a face. "You look greasy." Fuck. I run a self-conscious hand through my hair. Does it look that bad? I wonder. "Guess that's what happens when you're locked away in a basement cell for two weeks."

But the bright side was he was a handsome silver fox of a man despite his age. At least Hector still has all his hair. Poor Daddy lost all his years ago. Carlton Van Dyke had always claimed, in a joking manner, Chelsea and Chastity made him loose the rest of his hair when their mother got pregnant with them. “I like him, Daddy,” Caitlin stated politely. “That’s all that matters. Right, Father?” Catherine inquired. “Hmm,” he grunted with disapproval. He practically stabbed his boiled beef. That’s where Chastity got her expressive grunts from. Their father.

I said in a whisper as my hand went up to grab the now black locks held back in a ponytail. "My mother said my hair was so beautiful. She always loved to play with it. And I cut it. I cut it because I needed the money. I needed the money to cross the river and make it here. I sold my hair for a jump change while some bitch in the upper city gets to wear it proudly like a wig. Do you have any idea of the things I've gone through?" Damon didn't look phased at my sudden mini outburst. He still held much emotion contained, and I needed to let it out.