Girlfriend Arrives Home

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A short story of a girlfriend arriving home.

I come home from a hard day at work. There you are, just relaxing, you have just got out of the shower and sitting doing your hair ready to go out for a nice meal, we have had it panned for weeks. I don’t want to go, but she’s all disappointed that I don’t want to go and starts to plead with me to get ready so we can still go out. I’m fuming, like really angry and I grab her by the face with one hand and tell her to shut the fuck up moaning, with the other hand you grab her hair,

“You’re going to mess it up”, “Youre hurting me” she says.

I’m raging with anger and say your fucking hair is a disgrace, it’s coming off. You drag her into the bathroom and throw her on the floor, pinning her down with your foot on her head. You have the hair clippers ready and you say, “you’ve made me do this, you’ve made me angry and now you don’t deserve your hair.

She lays crying and begging you not to do it, but you shave a full stripe down the middle of her head. She’s fully sobbing and trying to grab your arms to make you stop but you won’t stop, shaving her hair off whilst laughing at me and reminding her it’s all my fault that is happened.

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