Romans & histoires Forced Haircut Story By Parents

My mum had tried to calm him down but she couldn’t, and when he eventually remembered that he was a pauper and couldn’t afford even a bus ticket to another state, he had transferred his energy into suggesting that everyone in the family had a makeover. A makeover was usually not a terrible idea and none of us had frowned at it until he made mention of my hair. It was too long according to him, and it would be better if it was short. I had cried and protested all day long, but all my pleas fell on deaf ears. My father pinned me down on the sofa and called in Aaron who was only too pleased to do justice to my hair with his huge scissors. That day, I concluded that I hated them all and I had re

I didn't turn, my grip on the hairpin became tight, “parents..” She chuckles, “were your parents bad..?” “Quite the contrary,” I slack the wire, using my strength to cut it but the timer kept going, I groan silently, “there were the neighborhood perfect couple” I breathe out, cleaning the streak of sweat on my forehead, “until well, my father got the store keepers daughter pregnant” I finally turn to her, “she was just eighteen” “What…?” “Yep” I turn back, clenching my fists even tighter, “he was a bastard, pathetic too but of course my mother didn't see all that before…you know” I turn back to diffuse the bomb, “families are weird” I breathe out.

I knew the consequences if I got caught running away, and I could only imagine how much worse they would be if I got caught trying to run a third time. One of the photos in the folder caught my eye. It was a photo of the entire family, shortly after Coral’s third birthday. She already had long, red hair that stood out in the photo. At that age, my own hair was cut short. I smiled as I remembered the trouble I got in when I tried to cut my own hair. Such a cliché thing for a child to do, but I recall feeling so cool when I tried to cut it. “Your beautiful black hair! All over the floor!” My mom cried when she saw my hair all over the bathroom floor. According to my mom, I had never had a hair

I stood in front of my mirror and started working on my hair it was always a pain untangling the knots and brushing this mane I call hair pulling all of it over my left shoulder and decide to star from the tips just like how Lydia thought me. Around my first time in the academy my hair was a mess all the times. I remember Chloe asking me to cut it but I'd told her I didn't want to. Ha! the last time I cut my hair it didn't end well. I'd asked mama to cut my hair so It would looked like that of a girl I saw in a stupid cartoon. Mama cut it alright. After I asked her repeatedly for a week. When father came back home, he was pissed. He was so mad he back handed me. It was the first time he eve

One relative even hurled a shoe straight at my face, shrieking hysterically, "You ungrateful bastard! Treating your parents like this… aren't you afraid of karma? If your parents won't discipline you, I will!" The shoe struck the side of my forehead with a thud. I slowly closed my eyes, ignoring them, then turned to Judge Caine. "I've made my decision. You may begin." The moment I spoke, I caught the flicker of unease on my parents' and Cody's faces. Mom dropped to her knees, pounding her chest as she wailed, "Heavens, what did I do to deserve this? The son I raised with such care is dragging us to court!"

" I felt all the blood in my veins turn to ice. In their eyes, the meager savings I'd painstakingly earned through countless sleepless nights and bleeding hands weren't even as important as Arnold's latest hobby. Arnold sat nearby, eyes glued to his video game. When he heard this, he looked up and shouted, "Yeah, Mom's right! You're not going to get in anyway, so that money might as well go to me." I looked at their smug, self-righteous faces, and my stomach churned. I didn't cry and I didn't make a scene. I knew by now that tears held no currency here. Instead, I simply picked up the broom and began sweeping up the watermelon seeds Mom had spit across the floor.

Got it? "Got it," Felix answered quietly. The family storm triggered by a single earring seemed to settle down after that. The misunderstanding was cleared up, and Felix apologized. Caden became even more attentive, practically glued to my side, terrified I'd actually pack up and leave one day. But the hurt was still there. And my dear son clearly wasn't done either. He just switched to a more roundabout strategy to continue his grand plan of getting a new mom.

I looked in the mirror again. Yeah. No hiding this. Downstairs, Mom was flipping pancakes. Dad was reading the paper. My little brother was glued to his Switch. “Morning, Jess…” Mom stopped mid-sentence, spatula frozen. “Honey… did you… do something different?” Dad looked up. Blinked. “New haircut?” My brother snorted without looking up. “She looks the same, still ugly.” I blew him a raspberry and turned to my parents. “Just… tried a new skincare routine. And contacts.”

My mother said, grabbing my shoulders and turning me around to pull the pin holding the top half of my hair out before pulling it up in an uncomfortably tight bun. I winced, my cheeks hot from embarrassment as she did this in front of the laughing pack. I felt like a child, not a twenty-year-old woman. "I expect you on your best behavior from here on out, Sloane." My father snapped as I winced when my mother pulled my hair. I knew it was accidental, but I still tried to turn and glare at her. "I will be! This was accidental…" I trailed off as my father let out a low growl.

he said excitedly, hoping she’d return the same enthusiasm “Hi dad” she responded dryly before entering the kitchen to pick up an apple by the counter and walked back into the living room “I’m heading to school mom” she stopped by her mom, Joan stared keenly at her and she noticed something was different “You cut your hair?” the tone in her voice was that of surprise, “yeah it’s no big deal” Harley shrugged “I think it looks great on you anyways” Her dad cut in as he grinned, was he hoping his presence will spark some kind of happiness in Harley? Because it wasn’t