Dripping Roses

13

Chapter 13

We broke apart from each other, laying breathlessly side by side.

Due to my brown hair being scattered across my face, I only got a distorted look at the blonde besides me and I couldn't help but notice that the corners of her eyes were wet. She was crying.

The bad part was that I was more annoyed than concerned but I'd spare her from knowing that. Pulling the white sheets over my body, I turned on my back and pushed my hair from my face, taking a look at my rebound turned lover. "Kelly," I said, catching her attention. She responded with a muffled moan. "Are you crying?"

"Uh... No." she lied, wiping the corner of her eyes.

I had to lick my lips in order to conceal the humored smirk I was sure found my face. Pulling my body up upon hers, I planted a series of kisses across her collar bone. "What's wrong, babe?"

"That was just... A really nice orgasm... " The southern voice mummered, a faint blush on her cheeks.

Helping us both, I hid my face in her chest, biting my lip to conceal the laughter that I was sure to embarrass her.

"You want to laugh, don't you?" she asked.

"No."

"Really?"

"No." I chuckled, a laugh quickly following.

"You're an asshole, Sydney."

"It's okay, baby. That's part of my charm." I smirked, my lips quickly finding hers again.

Of course, she reciprocated my actions, sliding her hand down my back and to my ass. She squeezed and at this, I bit her lip.

I did that to Scar a lot, stupid f*****g Scar.

I pulled on the blonde's lower lip, trailing my tongue across the pink flesh before quickly dipping my own oral muscle to meet her own.

Why did she have to come back into my life now of all times? When I finally begun to get her out of my mind.

I gripped Kelly's side, my nails sinking into her flesh and I swept my tongue against her.

I hated Scar so much.

Kelly pulled away her lips away from mine but my mouth found her neck quickly after, my hips dipping to add friction between us.

"Syd..." she moaned.

I didn't know why Scar didn't just get the f**k out of my life. She ruined my integrity, she insulted my skill, she disdained the level of respect I had in my office and she s**t on my manipulation skills.

I bit down hard on Kelly's flesh.

"Sydney!" she screamed, her southern accent clear.

Her outburst alarmed me and I quickly released her, frowning slightly at the woman beneath me. My mouth held a salty, iron like taste, I drew blood.

"I'm sorry..." I sincerely said, getting off of her and walking toward my closet.

"Where are you going?"

"For a run." I dryly commented, pulling up a fresh pair of underwear, a pair of sweats, a sports bra and a jacket. "I'll be back in an hour or so."

She didn't object, I left the house.

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I dashed past the statue in the park for what seemed like the fifth time. I wasn't ready to go home yet. Not after I took some frustration out on Kelly without even realizing it.

"Ah, Miss Pearson." I heard a voice call. I knew that soprano too well.

I spun around, "What the hell do you want?" I asked coldly.

"You think I don't realize how Scar looks at you?!" she began shouting.

I creased my eyebrows, taking a quick glance around the park to see who was truly looking and apparently all surrounding eyes were on us. Great.

"Look, Angie. I really don't have time for this." I spoke, keeping my voice low before turning to walk away but I heard a click. One that I knew all too well. There was no other sound like it. This woman was insane.

"Don't do this... " I softly spoke, turning my head only slightly to the right in order to look over my shoulder. My suspicions were true. She was holding a gun and it pointed right at the back of my skull.

"I have to." She chuckled, sardonically. There were tears in her eyes and she was forced to wipe her nose with her sleeve. "I can't loose her to a slut like you!"

My eyes widened, she was going to shoot me.

Instinctively, I tilted my body downwards, my head to the floor as my back leg rose up and to her chin, my upper body quickly followed the direction of my leg, my right hand skillfully hitting the release button whilst my left caught the clip.

And they said ballet was for p*****s.

Tossing the clip to the aimlessly to the side, I turned to face the other brunette. She still wasn't going to give this up.

My arms rose in a cross before my body whilst she threw the metal at me, her smaller frame managed to pinned me to the floor in no time and she started to hit at my face. I wouldn't lie, she got a few good ones in there.

She quickly leaned down, I wasn't sure if she was going to head slam me in the face or kiss me and I really didn't want to know.

Holding my hands straight to her shoulders, I stopped her then and there, kicking her at her left leg and using it as leverage to push myself free. I snaked myself around her body, finding myself behind her in seconds, my legs wrapped around her torso and my hand found the front of her neck.

Quickly, I pulled a button on my watch, revealing a lengthy iron garrote that I used to wrap around her neck and strangle her.

She couldn't f**k with my business in my town.

Who the f**k did she even think she was?

She didn't deserve Scar.

"Police!" I heard a man scream, "Stop!"

Of course, this only made me pull tighter. I could feel Angie weakening in my hold. God, I loved it. The sounds of her heaving, her struggling to catch a gasp of breathe.

"Ma'am! This is your last warning!"

"Let the woman go!"

But she was so close. I was so close. It was almost over.

I felt a sharp pain in my left side, one that sent bolts through my body and forced me to released her, I landed with a thud on the concrete path of the park.

I was quickly turned on my stomach, metal cuffs found my back as I was pulled to my feet and lead to the blue and white car.

Fucking Scar...

"Ma'am, you're under arrest for assault and attempted murder. You have the right to remain silent, anything said can and will be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney, if you can not afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you."

I wanted to shout at him that I was an attorney but I kept my mouth shut. I had a lot of calls to make to my office later.

"Do you understand these rights?"

"Yes," I confirmed.

Luther will have my head on a plate.

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I sat in my office, a joint between my lips and a gun on my lap. I stared at the ceiling with my feet propped onto the table. Sydney's words kept running through my mind. I tried everything to get it out. My best game was to get high and forget about everything.

Hate!

Such a strong word. How could she hate me? Well it was inevitable. Though her kisses told me otherwise. Those who hate another, don't get jealous of other women staring at her. Maybe she was just a good actor. Or maybe her jealousy towards Angie made her hate me. But how can she hate me and she's the one flaunting her southern b***h around. I hated that Kelly, w***e. I can easily end the b***h's life, but Sydney will hate me even more.

A ring brought me out of my thoughts. I answered the phone. "Hello good night, Angelswood hospital speaking."

"Yes! What's the matter?" I queried.

"Do you know, a Angie Bruce?"

"Yes, what happened?" I stood up abruptly and grabbed my car keys.

"You should come to the hospital miss."

"I'm on my way."

I rushed out of the warehouse with a million thoughts running through my head. Please don't let her be dead! I sped down the freeway, not even glancing to spot any police. As soon as I arrived at the hospital, I sped down the hallways, to the administration booth. "Angie Bruce?" I queried.

"Room 230." I muttered a thanks and sped to that direction with my lips in a firm line.

I walked into the room and clenched my jaw at the sight if her. She looked pale. Her face was disoriented and IV cords were connected to her hands.

"Angie!" I called softly. She moved her head to my direction and gave me a small smile.

"Hey Scar!"

"What happened?" I admonished.

She chuckled lightly but it turned into full berated coughs. I pat her back lightly and it died down. "You love," she coughed, "Sydney!" She closed her eyes.

"You look at her with so much - love. Even when you're trying not to show it. I try so hard for that sort of attention from you." She smiled sadly. I kept my lips in a thin line as I listened to her. "I love you so much Scar, so I need to let you go."

I turned to her with indifference. "Angie, why are you in the hospital?"

"I hated how you looked at her Scar!" Tears streamed doen her face while she clutched her heart. "You ignored me for weeks, because of her. All I wanted was for your attention. With her out of the picture, I could of been the apple of your eye." She cried.

"What are you saying Angie?" I roared.

"I tried to kill her Scar!" She yelled. "You love her so much you couldn't even see how much I loved you." She chuckled darkly, "that's why she's in jail."

"What!?" I yelled. She smirked and oh how I wished to slap that smirk off her face. I turned on my heels and walked away.

Angie seriously got on my nerves. We talked about this infatuation with me. But me loving Sydney? I don't even know what love is.

I jumped in my car and sped to the police station. How the hell did it even reach to this? What really happened between Sydney and Angie? I parked my car and hopped out. I'll have to reprimand Sydney for this. Jail? She's a freaking lawyer for Christ sake.

I walked into the station with a killer scowl. "Scar!" Multiple officers asked confused.

"Sydney Pearson?" I queried at the balif stand. "She already subdued bail."

"What are you doing here?" I turned around and faced her and that Luther fellow.

"Can we have a minute?" I asked sternly without facing him.

"I do-," he begun. "Now!" I glared. He laid a hand on his holster and I glared at him.

"Its alright Luther! We'll be right outside." She smiled at him.

I continued my threatening glare till I felt Sydney pull me out of the precinct.

"What the hell Scar?"

"No, what the hell Sydney?" I countered back. "Why the hell did you try to kill Angie?"

She chuckled darkly, "that b***h tried to kill me. I was jogging and this mother fucker began reprimanding me about love and bullshit." She yelled.

"That don't give you the right to beat her up."

She scowled, "the woman attacked me. I simply defended myself."

"By nearly killing her! You're stronger than her Sydney." She smirked and crossed her arms.

"Now is not the time for your narcissism to show." I scowled.

She frowned and glared at me.

"She had a gun!" She yelled.

I creased my eyebrows in confusion. "She did?"

"Yes she did. I simply attacked because of that!"

I passed a hand through my hair and frowned. "She thinks I love you!" I said while staring up at the clouds.

"Well do you?" I turned to her and kept my neutral expression.

"No!" I stated.

"Well good then, cause I don't want your crack w***e coming by my house to kill me and 'my girlfriend." I clenched my jaw at the sound of that thing.

"She won't because she is f*****g bed ridden!" I chastised.

"Serves her well. Next time she'll know Sydney Pearson is more than she seems." With that she walked away.

If Sydney only knows how much I hate her. Though I only hate her because I can't have her. But I still hate her none the less.

"Sydney!" I called.

"What?"

"I hate you still."

She smirked, "right back at you!"