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A/N: Hi peoples!! how are you!! enjoy!!
“Where’re you going, Alan?”
Her overly sweet and fake voice made his eyebrow twitch. Alan turned around and faced her. She was smiling at him and twirling the scissors around her finger. However, her eyes held her true, malicious intention.
“…no,” he scowled.
“Come on! It’s longer than mine!” she whined, tugging on her soft black hair that reached her shoulders.
“Then grow yours out.” Alan replied as he began to walk out the door. “It’s not that hard, Sydney.”
Sydney sighed and ambled toward him.
“Stay away,” he warned.
Sydney continued. “Will you sit for me?”
She couldn’t be serious. She wouldn’t stoop down that low in order to make him sit still for that.
“You want to make me happy…right?” Sydney smiled.
Right, but he wasn’t going to give in. Alan held his ponytail and backed away until his back hit the wall.
“Everyone will love it!” Sydney hummed as she twirled the scissors around her fingers faster.
Everyone will love it?! Nobody appreciated his style?! They were just mad. They all were mad. They couldn’t have hair like his, bright red hair that reach past broad shoulders; hair that could be pulled into a ponytail, high or low, and still look…“smexy.”
Sydney continued to approach him; her innocent smile as true and unchanging as the moon. No, she wasn’t cutting it because she thought others would like the new style. No, she wanted to slice it all off for her own satisfaction. She wanted to see all his hair, all the soft and sturdy hair fall onto the cold abandoned ground.
“Just get over and done with.” Sydney whispered.
She held the icy scissors close to his face. Alan wrinkled his nose and gently pushed her away. However, as he touched her shoulder, she grabbed onto his wrist and pulled him toward a chair. He wasn’t expecting the sudden strength. He tried to pull away but she held onto him with a deathly grip. Before he could truly fight back, he found himself sitting on a chair and a black sheet wrapped around him. His hair tie was pulled out and his long crimson-red hair fell along his back.
“Sydney, if you cut it, I’ll-”
Snip.
The sound was too dreadful to describe.
Snip, snip, snip.
This couldn’t be happening. He clenched his fist in anger as the scissors ran across his neck, mercilessly chopping away all the hair he had grown. The miserable strands fell down his back and floated to the ground. One hundred strands were joined with fifty-thousand others. They fell all around the chair, cold, neglected and dead.
“Stop being so dramatic,” Sydney laughed as she pecked Alan’s cheek. “The “bob is back in style but, I won’t cut it too short.”
She lied. Finally, after an agonizing thirty minutes of severing his hair, she was finished. The left-over hair stretched and tried to touch the top of his shoulders, but it was too short. Sydney blew on her fingers and smirked.
“Much better,” she teased. “You look handsome…you can still tie it up.”
Alan eyebrow twitched in irritation. Sydney laughed at him as she returned the useless hair tie. He walked over to the chair and took one last look at the pieces of hair that had been mutilated. Alan took a deep breath and inconspicuously picked up the scissors. Sydney gazed at him as he strolled toward her, unaware of the dangerous weapon in his hand.
“It’s too long?” she teased as she backed away, until she hit the door.
“No, it’s fine…thanks” Alan responded as he walked closer to Sydney.
Alan reached out and ran his hand through her hair, curling his fingers all around it. He leaned close to her and gazed into her dark brown eyes.
“But, you know what they say,” he whispered in her ear as he lifted the scissors behind her head. “An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.”
After a couple of snips, the room was filled with her ear-shattering and irritated screams.
A/N: Thanks for reading! if you liked it a lot, i might add more.
