Taming Scar (Lesbian Story)

Chapter 7.

"I think your mouth should be quiet, 'cause it never tells the truth."

-Sleeping With Sirens

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Scar

Keeping his word the next morning Izzy, Cameron and I were in the kitchen devouring a bucket of Rocky Road ice cream. My favorite.

"Your mom will kill us if she finds out we're letting him eat this crap before breakfast." I leaned on the counter.

"Well technically, according to Glenda and Manny WE are his parents." He laughed as he scooped a spoonful of the yummy goodness in his mouth.

"You guys are fun parents. Except Cam is bossy." Izzy also added but I couldn't reply since I laughed at the sight of his face. He had chocolate all around his mouth and parts of his cheeks.

"Hey! I can be a fun dad!" He threw his arms wide.

As soon as Izzy had woken up at four in the morning (since he went to bed pretty early) he wasted no time in waking me up by jumping on my bed then proceeding to make me help him wake up Cameron. (Who weirdly didn't mind a tattooed teenage girl and little kid bouncing up and down on his large bed) since he even joined in and tickled us both once fully awake.

So after slipping into our slippers, we sneaked downstairs and drove to Walmart in our pajamas with bed hair. People gave us odd looks but assumed it was just a small family shopping for food. It wasn't until they saw us purchase ice cream, a new video game, toys and more spray paint where they really thought we were crazy.

Of course we ignored them--well Cam and Izzy ignored them--I on the other hand didn't hold back when I snapped at two men and an older lady and kept giving people my middle finger. Thankfully Cameron didn't mind and actually glared at a person or two for my sake.

But after our little Walmart adventure we came home. Now it was barely six and we were here just eating while everybody else was sound asleep.

"Do you hear that?" Cam asked.

I strained my ears to pick up any sound. Then I heard it. Someone was coming in through the garage.

Telling Izzy to stay put Cam and I walked through the dining room and into the foyer before proceeding down the hall where it lead to the laundry room.

We stayed silent as a not so quiet Blaze tried to come in, almost knocking over a mop and shushing it even though the non living object did nothing.

"You do realize there's a front door right?" Cameron called Blaze's attention with his hands in his pockets of his plaid pajama bottoms.

Jumping back, Blaze released a deep shout, "Son of a bitch!"

And there goes the Tide laundry soap.

He sat there on the floor, his what used to be white t-shirt that had 'AMERICAN PSYCHO' in bold black letters now drenched in blue liquid detergent, his dark jeans were even darker and his sneaker boots now ruined.

"What the hell Cam!" He got up--well tried. He slipped twice, using his fingertips to get up each time before skidding a bit and landing back on his ass. It would have been a funny scene if it weren't for the fact that he was pissed.

"Here." I reached for his hand and hauled him to his feet.

Stepping back so I wouldn't get dirty--or clean?--I stood by Cam's side. Blaze's shirt now stuck to his very skinny frame, his hair dripped dark blue and the fluid ran down his pale neck and lanky arms.

"If it helps the blue makes your eyes look gorgeous." I tried to smile but it came out as a grimace.

"You're not helping the situation Scar." Blaze narrowed his eyes "What the hell are you guys doing up so early?"