Complicated

(28)~bitch!

It's been a week full of basketball and volleyball practices, I've had two sessions with my therapist and according to her compliments it seems like things are going back to normal.

Mr. D'Lorenzo is getting better, I have visited him four times the past week and he pretty much likes my company, that's what he said. Aaron and his mom are also appreciative for me being there and I don't mind, I really love being around them and Aaron has told me a couple of times that if I can stop coming and I shouldn't feel like I have to come. I assured him that it was alright and I love being there for him.

It's noon, I just dropped Cindy at her house and drove over to a swim store. She finally told me what was up with her and Advick. So apparently they "fucked to get it out of their system", and she says she's sure now that there's no feelings in her heart for him; which was pretty vile but she feels more free and happier now.

The store is located beside the other casual high brand clothing stores. I am in need of new bikinis and a new beach towel or something, maybe I just feel like spending money. I picked up one of the bras, it's a floral design and the bottom that comes with it has strings to tie. It's really pretty so I grab it and a green tie dye set.

A lady is staring at me from the register, I noticed it once I got into the store but I ruled it out as a coincidence.

It's pissing me off now, "Do you have a staring problem or are you just being a bitch or both?" I stare back at her and she's taken back

"Ma'am I'm just doing my job" she holds her hands back and proceeds to speak into the intercom, probably calling the manager

"ma'am i'm just doing my job" I mimic her. One bra here costs like forty dollars, and if I want to buy as many as I want, I will.

"What's the problem here?" the manager asks us, "your employee was assuming and watching me like I was stealing." he looks between us, "you know what" I walk back to the racks and stacks of bikinis.

I picked up six more bikini sets and three one piece's with two beach bags and a mat to lay on. I dropped them all on the counter, the other people in the store are watching the scene unfold.

"Ma'am are you sure you can buy all this?" she asks boldly

"Sorry excuse me" my phone is already out and I am so close to putting my mom on dial before the manager stops me.

"Ring my fucking order up right now" she does it anyway and it sums up to five hundred and seventy five dollars, a cocky smile grows on my lips as I take out the black credit card. It's my mom's and she doesn't use it a lot so I use it for her.

Her face is a living mess once I'm done, "you can have some, I'm sure you can't afford it" I take out my least favorite ones and throw in front of her before picking my other stuff and leaving the room.

I acknowledge that was petty but people like her need to be put in their place even though it comes to shamelessly flaunting your money in front of them.

*****

My body is thrown across the chair as I drop my bag to the floor with a loud thud following after. I kicked my heels aside, my toes receiving a flow of fresh air as I curled them up to release the tensed muscles.

"Julia" I scream her name as I'm sprawled across the couch, she runs in, "good day Miss Gracie"

She knows I hate it when she calls me 'miss', and she only uses it when I'm being annoying or stubborn.

"Nooo don't say the miss" I whined and fell off the couch and just continued to lay on the carpet. She carried up my bag and shoe, while I took myself off the floor, "is someone else home?" my nose is extremely sensitive to smells and scents so I know when someone has been in a spot or just in that location.