Harboring A Fugitive

Chapter Nine

A Fresh Start

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I woke to the sound of plastic bags crinkling and opened my eyes to see that it was just Master back from the store.

"Good morning, pet. Have a nice sleep?" He smiled and grabbed a pair of scissors from the kitchen counter.

"Better than when I was in jail. Lemme see!" I gestured to the bags.

He laughed and brought them to me, sitting in a wooden chair beside the couch.

The first thing I grabbed was hair dye that matched his left eye.

"You're dying my hair green?! Oh my god, I love you!" It took me a few seconds to register what I said and I could feel my face burning, it was probably the color of a tomato by now.

"You told me it was your favorite color, so I thought why not?" He smiled and kissed my forehead.

The next thing I pulled out was different bottles of ink and a piercing kit.

"I wasn't lying when I said I would disguise each other." He grabbed my face and turned it towards his.

He placed white framed glasses on the bridge of my nose and he licked his lips.

"Can you cut my hair so we can get this over with?" He shoved the scissors into my smaller hands and I stood from my seat.

Surprisingly, my ankle didn't hurt as bad as it did yesterday. Probably because I actually got a good night's sleep.

I padded around him and unraveled the hairband from his braid and his hair came out in wavy strands.

"Do I really have to cut it? Your hair is so beautiful!" I combed through the silky black waves with my fingers.

"Yes, you do. I'll still look like me of you don't." I groaned in defeat.

"How do you want it cut?" I asked.

"Bangs in the front down to my eyebrows and the rest really short." He straightened out his back so I could cut it evenly.

I snipped away the once beautiful hair and when I was finished I was actually pleased with his choice. He looked hot!

"Now I'll do yours. I'll cut yours the way I want it." He shot up from the chair and pushed me into it.

I flinched everytime the scissors got close to my ear, making it take longer for him to finish, but he got it done quick enough.

He stepped back and frowned. Oh no, did he mess up? Shit!

He saw the panic in my eyes and stepped toward me again.

All it took for him to smile was comb a strand of hair in my face.

I sighed in relief and sifted through the bags again.

I found packages of boxers and socks, 2 pairs of high top Converse, different colored jeans, and about 8 different shirts.

"I had to check your size in underwear and clothes, but I got the pants a little baggy for the both of us. We usually wear skinny jeans so they'll be looking for those type of people." My eyes widened and my face felt like it was on fire.

I'm fine with him checking my pants size, but underwear size? Really?

Oh well, he had a good view of hour ass last night, anyways.

When can my conscience shut up?!

I saw two more bags on the counter and Master took them and brought them to the room we were in yesterday.