Novel & Cerita Forced Haircut Story By Parents

Apparently, Keanu once spent hours trying to convince their father that their dog could speak English and got hugely let down. Another time, he decided to cut his own hair because he thought the barber made him look like a mushroom. He hacked off chunks in the bathroom mirror and then tried to glue some of it back when he realized how bad it looked. "Dad had to shave his head completely and he refused to leave the house for a week and wore a hoodie everywhere." She burst out laughing, and the image of Keanu completely bald made me join in. None of the stories matched the controlled, intimidating man I had come to know.

Great, I am gone for real. “What did she do now?” Mom turns to glare at me but she blinks in surprise. Perhaps at my haircut. “What happened now?” Dad asks as he walks into the kitchen. Eyes straight landing at me. He, too, has the same expression as Mom. Do I look weird because of my haircut? I suddenly feel self-conscious. “She got a haircut without your permission”, Maria says at the last minute. Relief washes over me. “She looks fine” Dad says, walking over to the fridge. To say I am stunned would be an understatement. Maria turns to leave the kitchen and I quickly run after her.

Her father had a grotesque, beefy face, and I wondered how Jennifer turned out beautiful until I saw her mother. Her mom's hair was styled in a buzz cut and dyed white. Other than that, she had the same face and striking blue eyes as her daughter. She acted as if she was in an incubator, breathing her air, and I silently groaned at this unnecessary drama. "Was there no proper screening before you brought in the new students?" her father said. "Why are you making our children get exposed to scoundrels?" "Please sit down, King Thor," the principal pleaded, visibly scared. "We need to review the case."

My parents are still here, his weren't anymore. I watched as my dad left after dinner, my mom remarks, "You seem okay." "I am." I said, "Mom, can you cut my hair for me? I was thinking of a new look." "But you hated your short hair because you said you looked more girly with your long hair." "Yeah but I just want a new look." My mom teased, "Is this because Angelo got one too? Oh my, are you moving on from him to Kevin?" "Mom!" I protested

However, I have bigger issues than Michelle acting like a bitch towards family. Ryan and I agreed not to tell our parents the incidents that happened these past few months they've been gone. Mom loved my long hair, she would only allow me to cut it above my waistline. When I was six I cut my hair because I wanted shoulder length hair like Talitha, mom wouldn't let me cut it so I cut it myself. It was a horrible cut, and so uneven too. When Mom found me she was hysterical, she cried so much I felt like a shit daughter. I apologised to her so many times for cutting my hair as she cried but she wouldn't stop until an hour later. When I asked her why it was such a big deal, she told me she loved

She stared back at me and I tried to find any pity, but I found none. She suddenly walked over to me and gently pulled my hand. I sat down on my bed while she picked up the comb from the table and began to brush my hair. I was taken aback, but I didn't speak. "Your hair is so beautiful, Raegan. You know what? Back when I was still studying, my hair was this long too, and I really took care of it. But when we desperately needed money because my parents weren't earning enough? I had my long hair cut off and we sold it," Ate Yolly shared, choosing to tell me this story. She continued to comb my hair gently as she told me stories from her past. I listened to her struggles and battles, and while

Mom warned me from going through any more stress. I ran my hand in my hair hair. I shaved over half my hair out of guilt, frustration and depression. Mom had yelled when she saw me half bald. It had grown out over the months making them a bob now. “And I am supposed to trust you blindly why?” I was trying so hard to not walk out on her right now.

I didn't argue. I just stood there and let them rage. "You and Damon are fated mates!" my mother continued to roar. "By doing this, you're not just hurting him, you're destroying our family's future!" "We've worked in this territory for twenty years!" My father's fist slammed down on the coffee table. "Do you have any idea how much I've sacrificed to maintain our relationship with the Alpha's family? You threw all this away… for a haircut?" A haircut. Even my own parents thought that's all it was.

He went stiff but didn't move as I started snipping. "Wh—where did you learn to cut hair?" Henry asked after a minute, the sound of metal slicing through his pride filling the silence. "Well, unlike you, I grew up poor. Like subsidized-lunch poor," I said, trimming the back. "I used to cut my dad's hair and mine all the time." Henry was quiet for a moment, staring at the floor. Then, out of nowhere: "When will you call your parents so we can all have a meal together?"

I took a sip and then opened my diary. ‘Today was a blast. I managed to provoke my mom beyond her limit; her eyes were flaring red. You see, our mom loved our long hair. She always said that a woman’s hair is her beauty crown and that the longer the hair, the more beautiful you are. So, she never allowed us to cut it. I never really cared about long or short hair; either was fine with me. But Ariel loved her hair short. She loved the feel of the breeze on her shoulders. She told our mother about it, and as usual, Mom forbade it. My mother blamed me for putting the crazy idea in Ariel’s head. Ariel—always eager to please our mom—couldn’t bring herself to cut it. She was scared it wouldn’t loo