Grown Out Bleach Buzz Novels & Stories

"Thеn hоw did уоu knоw?" "Wеll for one, you аrе nоt wеаrіng уоur brоwn tоrtоіѕе ѕhеll glаѕѕеѕ. Thеу аrе nоt іn your арrоn pocket. Whеn уоu аrе not wеаrіng thеm, you hоld thе оrdеr pad сlоѕеr tо уоur fасе whеn wrіtіng? Furthеr, you hаvе ѕtорреd lightening уоur hair ѕіnсе I wаѕ here last. Yоur nаturаl honey blond іѕ so muсh nісеr. I'm glаd tо see that уоu аrе fіnаllу growing іt out."

Lance asked, following me down to the hospital as we spoke. “It’s not something that you will understand if I explain with words,” I said nervously. The image of his drawer flashed in my head again and my smile got brighter. “Try me,” he insisted. “Okay, he poured bleach on his mate’s clothes. Trying to fix his mess and entire problem he went online to look for a solution and he saw where they asked him to use soda. Then he poured soda all over his drawer,” I said it all in one breath. Lance took a second to comprehend but then he said, “What?!”

I tried to remove the other part while hearing his honking. My phone started buzzing. I was feeling on the verge of an outburst. That's it. Calm down. I said it to myself and tried to remove the brush stuck in my hair. After a good ten minutes, it got removed. I heard the doorbell ring. I kept the broken brush aside and picked up the hair spray.

I just needed it gone. The long, dark locks that used to fall into his eyes when he laughed, the hair I used to run my fingers through in the dark—it fell into the sink in thick, wet clumps. I cut it down until it was nothing but a rough, uneven buzz cut, revealing the jagged white scar near his temple from some old street fight he’d never told me about. "You look different already," I whispered, rubbing the harsh chemical bleach through the short bristles of his hair. "Make it quick," he grunted, his eyes closed tight against the sting of the fumes. "This stuff smells like battery acid."

I add. “How old were you?” she asks, still laughing. “I was 12, and he was 10.” “Did you ever get him back?” I wince and rub the back of my neck. “I put some bleach in his shampoo.” She gasps and her eyes widen. “You did not!” I nod. “I did. And Luna Emily was NOT happy. She made me bleach my hair too, so Seb didn’t have to suffer alone.” “I like her,” Taryn says.

For a moment, I was back there in a life I didn’t want to remember, surrounded by faces I’d long tried to forget. I tore my gaze away, heart pounding a little faster. I couldn’t let it show. Not even a hint of that past could resurface. Not here. Not now. I squared my shoulders and nodded at my reflection. “Time to bleach you out of existence.” The smell of bleach filled the tiny bathroom, making my nose wrinkle in disgust. I felt like I was withering away. It was pungent, seeping into every corner, mixing with the dampness of old tiles and mildew. I worked quickly, fingers gloved and precise, painting over every traitorous strand until I was satisfied. I watched as the brown vanished, repla

My eyes are big and brown just like my brother's and my full eyelashes make me look even more ridiculously young. After more research in the bathroom, I find a hair clipper so I give myself a buzz-cut. Now I totally look like someone else without all the hair on my head and my beard. I look like a college kid who has no worries other than having fun and getting drunk on the weekend. I used to want to be like that, until I found out there were more important things.

Clearly, maintenance is needed, and the bleach is just covering the problem. Nate stirs within my head, pacing and half panting, half grunting. ‘Settle down, Nate. I know it is not pleasant, but it is only for a short while. I know the smell of bleach is overwhelming. It is making my head fuzzy,' I tell him. 'I can’t help it Max, I feel something. I feel fire, electricity and power,' he tells me, continuing to pace and pant. 'There’s nothing powerful here, just settle until we can crash. I will ask Damian to bring food up to the room, so that we can figure out what is getting to you.' I reassure him.

JAYCE BECKETT The smell of bleach clung faintly to the bathroom even though I had cracked the window open. A towel was spread over Chocolate's shoulders, clips holding messy sections of her dark hair in place while streaks of dye worked their way through. My hands were stained with little smudges of chestnut brown, proof I had no damn clue what I was doing but was determined to at least pretend I did. I meant, this was my first time dealing with hair bleach. Even when Emily was young and still around, she never asked for a hair dye, so I had no idea what the fuck I was doing to Chocolate's hair.

Beau's voice was full of longing. "Would your mom even want you?" Harvey's voice was ice cold, completely crushing Beau's hopes. Beau had recovered well. After all, he was a growing child, and with proper nutrition, even the hair that had been shaved for stitches had grown back. Only the spot where he'd been stitched remained bald, creating a lightning bolt-shaped mark on the side of his head that actually looked rather cool. Harvey led Beau to an empty table and sat down. His gaze swept around like a king surveying his domain.