for the beautiful horses attached to gilded poles. The girls laughed as they ran around the perimeter trying to choose their favourite horses, and when they found two they loved, right next to each other, they rode around and around, waving to their mother with every revolution. Candice stood watching, and she mused about how life was so similar to the carousel. It could be beautiful and enjoyable, but so often like the greasy cogs and gears hidden underneath, life could be ugly and dirty. She thought of how much she would love to get off her particular carousel, that this ride was all too much for her. She gazed at the circling, the going around and around, and all of a sudden, she needed a drink, her eyes tearing up and her mind reeling.
They returned home, tired but happy, and Candice offered to dress them up, do their hair, and make them all pretty for dinner downstairs that evening with the rest of her friends.
It had been a while since either of the girls had had a haircut, and Candice always did their hair, so it was agreed she would trim their bangs as well that afternoon. Candice had taken a flask of vodka with her and secretly drank from it during the day, but by the time half the morning was over, it was empty and she was looking for another drink. On the way home, they stopped at the local shops. The girls stayed in the car, and Candice bought them ice creams and hid two purchased bottles of spirits in her bag. By the time she came around the corner and back to the car, she had consumed a third of one of them.
Both Sienna and Crystal sat in chairs waiting for their mother to cut their hair, while she finished having a shower and took a couple of pills she had been given by one of her clients. They were supposed to make her feel more energetic and happy, but on this day, coupled with the alcohol, the effect seemed to be more of a manic one, and she went through a series of overstated emotions that made her behaviour very erratic.
Now as the girls sat looking in the big mirror on the wall, Candice appeared from the bathroom with scissors and comb in hand ready to trim their long golden locks. She had instructed them to do so, with their hair taken out of their pony tails, and although she was quite a long time in the shower, they had obediently sat ready, but they had forgotten to take their hair down. Candice took one look at them and smiled an odd smile, admonished them for forgetting to take the elastic bands from their hair, and then said, “No matter, I’ll do it.” In two swift moves, without the girls even realising what had happened, she cut their entire ponytails off above the ties.
With cries of disbelief, Sienna and Crystal looked at each other and their mother and began to object. Candice yelled over their cries, saying, “What’s wrong? Don’t you like that? Don’t worry. I’ll fix it so it looks pretty.” With that, she began chopping wildly at their hair, a bit off Crystal’s and a bit off Sienna’s until both girls, distraught and wailing, had crazily short hair, chopped in great chunks and looking more like a bizarre boy’s haircut than her pretty girls’ haircuts, which she usually did so well. Still with scissors in hand and with the girls crying and bleeding from cuts to their ears and scalps, she continued until Bonnie forced open the door and stopped her with a look of anger and panic that would have stopped anyone.
Sienna and Crystal ran into her arms and for the second time in two months, the girls were sent out of the room and looked after by the others while Bonnie dealt with the now completely manic Candice. This was the last straw, and Bonnie was tired of the wild behaviour. She grabbed the scissors and forcibly sat Candice down on the bed for a serious talking to. It was to no avail, and although Candice sat quietly, the moment Bonnie left the room, she got up from her seat and left the building in search of more liquor and alone time.
When she returned, no one having
They returned home, tired but happy, and Candice offered to dress them up, do their hair, and make them all pretty for dinner downstairs that evening with the rest of her friends.
It had been a while since either of the girls had had a haircut, and Candice always did their hair, so it was agreed she would trim their bangs as well that afternoon. Candice had taken a flask of vodka with her and secretly drank from it during the day, but by the time half the morning was over, it was empty and she was looking for another drink. On the way home, they stopped at the local shops. The girls stayed in the car, and Candice bought them ice creams and hid two purchased bottles of spirits in her bag. By the time she came around the corner and back to the car, she had consumed a third of one of them.
Both Sienna and Crystal sat in chairs waiting for their mother to cut their hair, while she finished having a shower and took a couple of pills she had been given by one of her clients. They were supposed to make her feel more energetic and happy, but on this day, coupled with the alcohol, the effect seemed to be more of a manic one, and she went through a series of overstated emotions that made her behaviour very erratic.
Now as the girls sat looking in the big mirror on the wall, Candice appeared from the bathroom with scissors and comb in hand ready to trim their long golden locks. She had instructed them to do so, with their hair taken out of their pony tails, and although she was quite a long time in the shower, they had obediently sat ready, but they had forgotten to take their hair down. Candice took one look at them and smiled an odd smile, admonished them for forgetting to take the elastic bands from their hair, and then said, “No matter, I’ll do it.” In two swift moves, without the girls even realising what had happened, she cut their entire ponytails off above the ties.
With cries of disbelief, Sienna and Crystal looked at each other and their mother and began to object. Candice yelled over their cries, saying, “What’s wrong? Don’t you like that? Don’t worry. I’ll fix it so it looks pretty.” With that, she began chopping wildly at their hair, a bit off Crystal’s and a bit off Sienna’s until both girls, distraught and wailing, had crazily short hair, chopped in great chunks and looking more like a bizarre boy’s haircut than her pretty girls’ haircuts, which she usually did so well. Still with scissors in hand and with the girls crying and bleeding from cuts to their ears and scalps, she continued until Bonnie forced open the door and stopped her with a look of anger and panic that would have stopped anyone.
Sienna and Crystal ran into her arms and for the second time in two months, the girls were sent out of the room and looked after by the others while Bonnie dealt with the now completely manic Candice. This was the last straw, and Bonnie was tired of the wild behaviour. She grabbed the scissors and forcibly sat Candice down on the bed for a serious talking to. It was to no avail, and although Candice sat quietly, the moment Bonnie left the room, she got up from her seat and left the building in search of more liquor and alone time.
When she returned, no one having
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