Death of Roses(book two)(lesbian stories)

Chapter 10

Tension rose so high within the house that it could have been cut with a dull knife. The replica of Scar simply continued to look at the pervert of a little boy and the pervert  smirked. Scar allowed her hand to travel down her face in a drowsy manner while still holding unto James. I simply stood in the middle and stared at the fiasco.

"First of all, why aren't you dead? Second of all, why do you look exactly like Scar and I." The guy who I'm guessing is Scar's brother asked.

"Malik, Sydney is alive. This is our son James."

"Sydney is what? How can that be? We went her funeral."

"Technically we went a fake funeral."

"Well technically I'm still pensive on that whole 'I used to eat your pussy' act. But we shall go along with it for now." I input my obsequious opinion on the entire matter.

Turning to the pervert his eyes were trained on me with a smirk to kill.

"Since we are all throwing in our opinions. First of all, uncle Scar you need to kill the guys that did this to me. Second of all, to this dooshbag  I am your son. I don't really care about you because uncle Scar said she will adopt me." He clasped his hands together and turned to Scar with a cheeky smile.

"When did I..."

"Hush uncle Scar."

Everyone in the room simply stared at each other by knowing what to do or what to say. Scar's brother was the most confused out of us all. He simply stared from James, to me and then back to the pervert.

"My what?" Was all he said before plopping on the stairs and holding unto the railings as though it was his only form of comfort.

"Hi my name is Matthew and I'll be your son for the evening. May I take your order?" The pervert: Matthew... begun hysterically laughing and Scar began laughing as well.

"You guys stop it." They immediately hushed and turned to me. "You both just dropped a heavy load of information on this poor guy and you are laughing at it? Matthew go upstairs with your father and discuss what's going on. Now!"

"But...."

"I said now." My eyes held authority and they both immediately got up and went into another room on the second floor. I turned to Scar with an apprehensive look. Her eyes widened and she quickly walked up the stairs with James in hand. Not long after she walked back down while unbuttoning her shirt.

"To be Frank, you're really hot while you're upset." She smirked.

"I'm always hot Kenneth!" My eyes widened at the name and wondered where it came from.

"How do you remember that you called me that?" Scar gave a sad smile.

"I didn't, it just came out." I said with a low hum.

"Maybe you being around me will bring back your memories." She smiled.

"Maybe it will."

From there we just stood in a comfortable silence until she offered to make me a sandwich which of course I did not refuse.

I sat at the island of the kitchen on a bar stool and stared at her while she arranged the ingredients for the sandwich. Her face twitches slightly while she looking in the fridge. It was cute but I wouldn't say anything.

Memories of the first time I saw this woman ran through my mind. I had no idea that I knew her or she knew of me, but hear I am already feeling as though I'm falling for this woman and I knows nothing about her. Who is Scar Kenneth?