Can A Demon Be a Father?

Chapter 22

(Johanna's POV)

I tried to calm my nerves as I was plopped down into my fathers chair.

My Dad stood next to me as Edward dug thorough a suitcase that I hadn't even noticed until now.

He had many varieties of hair dye bottles, brushes, hair clips, and a sharp pair of scissors.

"So how exactly short do you want your hair Johanna?" He asked.

"Umm..I guess shoulder length will do."

"Such a shame, once golden long locks will now be cut short' said my dad with a hint of anger in his voice.

Edward looked uncomfortable but looked back at me.

"And have you thought about the color? How about black like your fathers hair?' he asked.

"Yeah like its naturally black' I said in my head.

"I was actually wondering if you could color it a dark brown' I said happily.

"Why brown?' my Dad asked.

"Not many brunettes in London Dad, besides Mrs. Lovett ofcourse.'

Dad just rolled his eyes and allowed Edwaed to get stared.

I did as he instructed and stayed still as the blades of his scissors began to chop away.

I nearly sighed in relief once the first snip cut into my hair. Finally I was going to be free if this yellow imprisonment.

The horrible memories of Judge Turpins ugly long nails always running through my hair would finally be gone forever.

However the wonderful feeling of being in complete ecstacy vanished once my Dad spoke up once again.

"So, I can see you're very skilled when it comes to cutting womens hair Edward.'

"Oh yes sir, when I first started out a few if my neighbors asked if I would cut thier hair. Most of them were women but as I practiced on them I got alot better at it."

"Is that so? So I guess you're pretty chummy with the ladies huh lad?"

Once my dad asked that, I wanted go burry my face into my hands with embarrassment. But by doing so I knew I would probably ruine all of Edwards hard work.

So I just sat there and hoped my face wasn't turning red.

"I wouldn't say that Mr. Todd, I guess I just enjoyed cutting their hair because they were nice to me. And since I never had a mother of my own they filled in for that roll.'

I couldn't help but smile, Edward was so kind and sincere. A little shy and akward, but over all a good person. But..I could tell my father wasn't impressed, but I could care less what he thought.

I just chose to relax and clear my mind of everything else once Edward began applying the dye.

After a good 30 minutes, Edward was ready to finish up.

"All that's left to do is wash the dye out, dry your hair and style it.'

"Thank you Lad I'll finish up here, why don't you go downstairs and see if Mrs. Lovett needs some help with the children" said my Dad.

From the look on his face I could see that Edward wanted to protest against my father's wishes. But did as he asked and left the two of us alone.

"Dad...Why did you do that? He was doing such a good job' I said.

He sighed, "Well for one I can finish up just as good as he can. And two if he stayed in here any longer..there's a good chance he may have discovered what is in the trunk."

I just nodded and let my father wash out my hair by using a bowl and a pitcher of water.

After drying it out with a towel, he used his brush to style it.

"Well my sweet little lamb..its finished, you got what you wished for.'

With excitement running all throughout my body, I quickly jumped up from the chair. And despite feeling the pile of my old hair around my feet. I ran over to my fathers mirror and immediately fell in love with my new reflection.

Pale, blue eyes, dark chocolate hair that fell down onto my shoulders in beautiful bouncy curls.

"..Is it to your liking?' My father asked as he swept up my old hair.

"I absolutely love it" I said twirling in the mirror.

"I have to go show everyone!" I said before running out of the shop.

Not knowing that My father was just standing there...just looking down at my old yellow hair..and he was...crying.