Moment of Reflection

Chapter 11

Euphoria washed over me while I was washing my truck. Since I'm only five and a half feet tall, I had many challenges when it came to a vehicle of this size. I was guaranteed to get wet.

Since I knew I would be pretty soaked by the time I was done, I had only my sports bra, t-shirt, and a pair of quick-dry shorts. I didn't walk around barefoot really much at all, but this was the type of occasion I would.

Once I had the entire truck soaped up, I put the large sponge back in the bucket. Grabbing the hose, I switched the nozzle to the Jet setting, making sure to spray down every inch of said truck. By the time I had the hose wound up and both sponge and bucket rinsed, I was able to shut the garage and leave my truck in the driveway to dry.

Walking up to the deck, I grabbed my phone off of the table, seeing as there was a text.

Vito: So got a truck today? :)

How does he know I got a truck?

Daisy: Yeah... how do you know?

Vito: Audrey had noticed me while I was mowing my mom's lawn. So she was telling me about how her friend was just buying a car, and I saw you walk out with that dude. Lol.

So that's who she was talking to...

Daisy: Ah. Okay. Well yeah. That dude sold me that truck, and gave me a discount.

Vito: Oh really?

Daisy: Yep. He was expecting a check for a thousand and I brought a thousand in cash... so he gave me a few hundred bucks back... I don't know how much exactly. I didn't count it yet. He was surprised that I was purchasing a truck at 17 with that kind of money. Lol.

Vito: Hell I would be too! Lol. So what are you up to?

Daisy: Just drying up from washing my new truck. Lol. Being 5'6" isn't helpful when washing large vehicles.

Vito: Aw. Lol.

I continued texting him while I began to get ready for bed. The time grew later and later, I didn't want to stop texting him.

I was laid out on my bed, my room's darkness allowing my face to be illuminated by the screen of my phone. I felt my body instinctively lurch, gasping as my mother barged in as I was responding to a text he had sent.

"Who's truck is that in the driveway?"

"Uhhh mine." I said, not in the mood for her shenanigans.

"I don't even want to know where you got that kind of money," she said, beginning to mumble under her breath, "probably selling your whore ass self to men more than twice your age."

Hearing her say those words burned like a branding iron on a steer's rear end.

"I do have a job you know." I muttered back, trying to text Vito back.

"Yeah okay, who are you texting anyways? You're obviously too unattractive for a boyfriend, and your only friend is probably off with her boyfriends and whatnot. So don't tell me, I can already guess."

Insult after insult, I felt like I was just an animal at a factory farm, being pushed around by a cattle prod. However, part of me wanted to play into her game.

"Please, tell me who you think I'm talking to."

"Oh I don't think, I know you're probably communicating with a pig who has nothing better to do than buy sexual favors from young women."

"K. Thanks for the wonderful information, Rose."

She scoffed, "Whatever. End up with an STD, shot, or even raped for that matter." She said, turning to walk back out, "Oh and by the way, I'm only keeping you here because that's what Dayton would want me to do."