Stupid Haircuts Novels & Stories

“It’s straight from a bottle. It’s not the color he objects to but he does miss seeing it a lot less colorful. It’s the length he hates the most. I refused to cut it after an especially bad haircut when I was sixteen that made me look like a boy and it was days before my big sweet-sixteen birthday. That’s a big party event and I hated it short. I stopped cutting it after that fiasco. Then my ex-husband demanded I keep it short after our wedding. He said it was too long, always annoying him, and he and my father tried to gang up on me to cut it to my shoulders. ‘Responsible people don’t have hair to their asses.’ That’s a quote.” Jessie laughed. “I won’t cut the hair and Dad gives me some

“This is so fucking stupid Harper. You are literally sitting here thinking about cutting yourself for school. What kind of person does that? But what else is there? What else do you have left?” I pressed the blade to my palm. Not too deep. Just enough to sting. Just enough to bleed. Blood came fast. Red and warm and way more than I expected. It dripped into the sink in fat drops. I watched it swirl down the drain and hoped I would not bleed to death because that would be the worst joke ever. Harper finally gets her way by dying in a fancy bathroom. Hilarious. I laughed a little. Small shaky laugh that turned into a sob because yeah look at me. Harper the drama queen cutting herself for a bac

My thoughts grow even darker. Before I know it I am in the kitchen holding a steak knife. The thought of ending it all in the forefront of my mind. All it would take is two little cuts and there wouldn’t be mental institutions, no humiliation, no more delusions, no nothing. Yet, I don’t move. The faces of my parents and my friends flash through my mind. They wouldn’t understand, wouldn’t know why I did it. I drop the knife into the sink.

Stupid fools! ***

“You were trying to call the police? They wouldn’t care about a homewrecker like you.” “Looks like we didn’t beat her up enough. She still hasn’t realized her wrongdoings.” “Let’s cut her hair and shave her eyebrows. She won’t be able to seduce men after that.” Two of the people pulled out the scissors and eyebrow shaver they had brought to the event. The chat started sending loads of donations to support their actions. They grabbed my hair. I shook my head to break free, but someone pinned my shoulders down. After they cut my hair, they did not think it was enough and shaved me bald.

What they didn't know is that I have enjoyed fantasizing about them for years. Colleen is the oldest of the three of us. Over her teenage years, she had often clashed with our parents. At sixteen, she had gotten a seriously short haircut and had gone through a rainbow of different hair colors. The entire family had been shocked at first. Colleen had beautiful, long brown hair almost to her waist before that first drastic buzz cut. It had been an act of rebellion, aimed at our mother. In that regard, it had been a success. Mom wept openly when she saw what Colleen had done to her beautiful hair.

"Do you want to hit me instead? I'd rather you take it out on me. You know I can't stand seeing you cry." When I was a child, Andre always used to calm me down by softly stroking my hair whenever I was upset.

"Seriously, man. What’s going on? Need money for a hairdresser?" My brother laughed and started signing to me. "What?" Sienna looked confused, her gaze bouncing between us. "I like your hair longer. It gives you that old money look," she said and brushed a few strands from my eyes. It felt so good I nearly groaned. "It’s not about looks," I said, lowering my voice. "It’s a superstition. A silly one." "Please, enlighten us. What’s with the mop-top loyalty?" I sighed. "It’s something I’ve done for a few years. I let my hair grow during the hockey season and only cut it after I get what I want most."

Her girls burst into giggles when they saw him. "What?" Ben asked looking at them. "Your hair!" Savannah and Madison snorted. "My hair? What's wrong with my hair?" Lucy went to the bathroom and returned with a hand mirror which she handed to him. "Ben, it may be time you got a haircut." He looked and saw his hair at his temples was curling up like two devil horns. He snorted. "Oh, that's because I was unconsciously playing with my hair while I watched the simulations run." He tried to flatten the hair down but it refused to lie flat. "OK, maybe a haircut is in order," he admitted with a grin.

She nodded with that bold smile that human women sometimes had when they didn’t fear who they were talking to. “Yes your hair. It’s wild and pretty but wild. Like you just fought someone and won.” The other maids laughed softly (we have friendship of some sort) and I felt my cheeks warm. I ran a hand through my hair and sighed. She wasn’t wrong. My hair had been chopped more times than I could count. Jax used to do it whenever he was angry claiming it reminded him of something he hated. There had been nights I’d cried as he cut it witj the sharp sound of scissors slicing through strands that once touched my waist.