Chapter Twenty-Nine

He put the scissors back on the table and walked into the lounge, leaving me sobbing and still handcuffed to the chair. My hair now reached down to my shoulders instead of going all the way down to my lower back like it used to.

With my free hand, I managed to reach into Dads' pocket of his jacket and search around for the key. I felt something tiny and cold against my fingers so I pulled it out.

The key!

I unlocked the handcuff and rubbed my wrist to ease the pain that was now in it. Red marks surrounded my wrist. I stood up and turned around, looking at the floor. A bunch of my hair lay on the ground in a pile, waiting to be taken away. I slowly bent down and picked it up. I softly cried as I put it in the rubbish bin. Slowly, I walked up the stairs and into my room.