Death of Roses(book two)(lesbian stories)

Chapter 11

Walking into every store imaginable  and maybe successfully maxing out Scar's card, I had over 40 bags lodged into the back seat of my the car and many more were on its way with the aid of Luis vuitton's intern.

"Right here please." I smiled at her while she placed the bags into the car.

Hopping into the car, I drove off ready to hit another store. The anxiety of shopping and getting back my life in order made me realize on how much I have really missed out on. I went into a comma when iPhone stopped on 5s now there is iPhone 7s and I'm still holding a Samsung in my hand. Wrinkling my nose to show my disgust, I called Scar immediately.

"Where do you go to get IPhones?"

"iPhones?" She repeated.

"Yes scar, iPhones!"

"Go to Verizon."

"Will do." I said before hanging up and driving to the nearest phone store.

Standing in the line, wearing tight black jeans and a white blouse and scarf, I dug through my mediocre Samsung. None of these apps seemed to interest me so I rose my head and simply stared around.

This Verizon was irrefutably small, though it still seemed as though it got the job done. "Next please!" The customer service representative called. Walking to the glass case I raised an eyebrow at the woman. Her attitude were despicable so I crossed my arms to show my displease.

"Can I help you?"

"I will like to purchase an iPhone 7s please and thank you." Showing her my pearly whites in the utmost fake way possible.

"Can I see your identification card?"

Rolling my eyes and plucking my card from my wallet, I showed it to her. Typing harshly on the computer, she gave me back my card and asked for my payment plan. Explaining to her that I will be using a credit card, she took it from me and swiped it.

"Here is your phone, please sign this contract."

"Thank you." I deadpanned.

Grabbing the bag and my card - Scar's card, I tried putting back in my wallet into my bag though I should have looked up because a body smashed into me before I fell backwards and the person quickly grabbed me.

"Do I have to save you all the time?"

Catching my composure I growled and rolled my eye before walking off, with the person in tow. Her southern voice following and calling after me.

"Sydney Pearson!"

"What?"

"Are you not coming home?"

"What home? You called my son a devil. A boy that considered you his mother for 3 years. You took care of that child like it was your own."

"Sydney..."

"No! I'm done. We're done."

Hopping in the car I drove off before she had chance to question whose car was this. Though her being on the force, I could have bet she  already memorized the number plate to do a background check.

The ringing of my phone alerted me so I quickly grabbed it up before answering.

"Pearson!"

"Oh my God, she's back."

"Who is this?"

"Ronald!"

"Ronald who?"

"From the precinct."