Lemon Boy

Haircut |17|

Sal's POV

Larry walked me to my apartment and said goodnight. I unlocked the door and the putrid smell of beer and piss stung my nose. I frowned and looked around, there were scattered beer bottles and broken glass.

I carefully stepped into the kitchen, expecting to hear the sound of Gizmo's bell jingle or his tapping feet against the wood floor. But I didn't...I started to look around the apartment. There's no sign of him, "hey!" I hear my Dad yell.

I turned to look at him, he was drunk out of his mind, stained shirt and sweats. He even still had a half a bottle of vodka in his hand.

"hELloooo?!" He screamed in my face, I stepped back and turned my face away, his breath was putrid. He only got angrier and yanked me into the kitchen by my ponytail.

"FUCK OW." I swatted at his hand and tried to push him away, "thiss I-hic-is for dir-disrespect-disrespecting your fa-hic-ther." He thrusted open a drawer and pulled out the scissors. "Dad, what the hell are you doing?!" I screamed at him, he just kicked me in the stomach and side a few times.

I heaved over and he brought the scissors to my one of my pigtails and cut just below the hair tie. Tears were streaming down my face from the pain, and the sound of my hair crunching under the blade.

I sobbed and he wore a disgusted look "it should've been you..." he pushed my head into the side of the counter and started to stumble to his room.

"Oh-hic-Oh Yeah..." he threw Giz's collar at me. "That cat fu-fuckin scratched me so I g-got rid of him, hic" gave a small laugh and slammed his door,

I curl up into a ball on the kitchen floor, bawling. Giz...is gone. My hair is gone... My body aches... It should've been me.

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I sadly played with the bell on Giz's collar. I clipped it around my wrist...

I knocked on the door a few times before having the door fly open. Larry had on a stupid smile, but it slowly faded, my hair was still up, one pigtail was cut, I had developed a bruise on my face, I forgot my prosthetic upstairs, but I was not willing to go get it. Tears stained my cheeks and Larry pulled me into a hug, I winced and grunted, my stomach and side were bruised...

"Sal what...what happened"

I smiled sadly, "it's okay...can I stay here for tonight..?" He nodded and picked me up, I flinched and he frowned carefully setting me on his bed, "stay...stay here" I nodded

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Larry took me to go get a haircut at a local barber shop, since I wanted look at least half decent. He was able to sneak into my apartment and snatch my Prosthetic.

"Thank you, Larry... for everything.." he smiled a small smile and poked the nose of my prosthetic, "anything for you, blue..."

He held my hand as be walked into the Barbershop, people stared as we paid and waited to be serviced. I pulled on the ends of my remaining long hair.

Larry squeezed my hand reassuringly, I hadn't told him what happened yet, but I know he expects me to tell him when I'm ready.

My name gets called and the barber stares at me like I'm crazy, Larry gives him a glare and the guy coughs and leads me to his station.

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Travis' POV

I stared at the ceiling and listened to my heart monitor and then I heard the door creak. I looked to see who it was. I didn't see his face, so it took me a moment to actually process what was happening, Sal got a haircut...

He locked the door and faced me, he unclipped his prosthetic with two clicks.

Click, click

I blushed and my heart fluttered, god he looked so cute with his short hair...

My heart monitor beeped faster and I pulled the small clip off my finger quickly. I looked back at him and smiled,

But that soon faded as soon as I saw the big bruise on his face. I know that sort of bruise all too well.

Somebody hurt him...