Forced Love

Chapter 3 Storm's Calling

I ran over to the salon as fast as I could, I was going to be late and Mr. Luke would be mad at me.

"Sorry I'm late." I said panting when I came in. I looked up and there he was with a broom and a cigarette in his mouth, crap.

"You’re a stupid brat! I give you a job and you don't come?" he screamed whacking me with it.

"I'm sorry, I had classes and geez old geezer lighten up." he pulled my cheek in front of the customers.

"What'd you call me?" he asked with a very scary face.

"An old man!" I barked. He pulled it harder and tears were coming out of my face and he smirked.

"Not as strong as you think." he laughed and let go; he also threw the broom down.

"Geez you have a good grip for an old man." I said rubbing my cheek but he turned to me with a scary look that scared me so I apologized this time. The coworkers around me started laughing.

"You should really stop teasing him like that." One of the coworkers said, it was Lyla. She had nice brown hair and she definitely had curves. Everyone in this room except me had curves, I was a fail as a girl. I started cleaning a bunch of hair, I looked out the windows and it was a bit bright outside. I suddenly started hearing whining.

"You're pulling my hair!" a little girl screamed. The customers were watching and Lyla was the one cutting her hair, they all eyed her except for one person who had sunglasses on, a hat and was pretending to read the newspaper. His eyes slightly narrowed it but he didn't turn to see her.

"Sorry, I'll try to be gentler." Lyla said.

"No! If you can't do it the first time you probably won't do it a second time." she snapped.

"Well, maybe if you could calm-"

"Calm? You're the one who messed up; I don't want you to do my hair." Customers started whispering stuff, the guy in the glasses just moved back to his newspaper. Lyla was about to have a break down and when she has a break down she never stops.

"Katie! You take care of it as punishment." Mr. Luke said. I widened my eyes as big as I could and Lyla looked at me with pleading eyes. I sighed, great more work for me. I came over and she looked mad as a hog. Dang, that was such a scary face and it freaked me out so much, but I held my head high. I swooped down to her and smiled.

"What kind of haircut do you want?"

"What?"

"What's your name?" I asked quickly.

"Claire." she whispered.

"What kind of hair do you want, Claire?" I asked politely. She stared at me so I cocked my head to the side a bit.