Irish Promises

Chapter Twelve

Finn

"Why the fuck have you got a shopping bag on your head?" Hugh asks the moment he steps into the lounge.

Clearly as bemused as I was when she appeared about ten minutes ago with it on. I don't have to bother looking away from my game on the TV to know she's probably scowling at him because the tone of her voice confirms it.

"I'm dying my hair" Stas replies.

"You know you can pay someone to do that for you" he offers, his tone hesitant which is understandable.

"Yeah but I don't trust them not to fuck it up" I turn as she says that as my brother looks over to me with a look that says 'she's gonna fuck it up'

I give him a slight nod to confirm that I've already considered that.

I don't know the first fucking thing about dying hair but the mess of blue clumpy powder all over the bathroom and the strong smell that's been emanating from her head has told me nothing good can come from this.

But of course in true Stas fashion she wouldn't hear it.

'I've done this loads of times' was her exact snarky response and I knew that this would either go exactly how she expects or it'll be a fuck up of great proportions.

For her sake I hope it's the first because I know if it's the latter she is going to melt down like no tomorrow.

I'm so engrossed in my game I don't even realise Stas has fallen asleep on the couch next to me until Hugh comes into the room and tries to wake her up.

"Go away" she grumbles slapping him away but as she moves and the bag rustles her eyes snap open.

"Fuck fuck fuck" she cries and then she's up and running up the stairs tripping as she goes up still cursing.

Hugh looks at me and I'm sure we both share the same 'this can't be good' expression.

There's a horrific scream that comes from upstairs and me and Hugh are up and moving towards it without a second thought.

He doesn't even hesitate to grab a gun that's been strategically placed behind the hallway cabinet. But as we stumble into her bedroom and she appears at the bathroom door it's clear to see that a gun is not going to help at all.

In fact with the horrified desperation plastered all over her face I feel the gun may need to be kept safely tucked away.

Especially when I take in the full view of her hair. Her long dark beautiful hair which is now an odd shade of green and blue. And is all differing lengths as if there's parts that have just fallen off.

"I start my job tomorrow" She screams as me and Hugh both gape at her and then she's turning to head back into the bathroom to peer at herself in the mirror and fuck it's even worse from the back as it goes from green to orange to blue like the fucking technicoloured dream coat.

Obviously with her very evident panic and with this being serious right now the worst thing to do would be to laugh, but Hugh clearly doesn't have it in him to consider that as he throws his head back and a roaring laugh comes from him.

I fully expect her to turn round and glare at him but instead when she turns her eyes are filled with tears and she literally bursts into a sob cupping her face in her hands.

"My hairs ruined" she cries between sobs.

Moving towards her I wrap my arms around her tightly holding her close. "Hey it's not that bad" I say in an attempt to comfort her.