Moment of Reflection

Chapter 20

A/N: I'm starting to feel really ambitious about writing. I hope to update frequently. Every three days at the latest :) I really love the support! Thank you all.

I stood in front of the mirror of the guest bathroom, trying to decide on which tie I would wear.

Charcoal stripe, or solid silver?
Which do you think Daisy would like? I thought.

I decided I would wear the striped tie, even if she didn't notice.

"Vito! What are you doing?" I heard Ashley call.

Rolling my eyes as I began tying the silk fabric, I responded.

"Getting ready for work!" I voiced before muttering under my breath, "dumb bitch."

After I caught her stealing my money and cheating on me with multiple dicks, I immediately filed for divorce.

The only way I got her to sign the paperwork last March was threatening her.

Either she signed the papers, or I brought in the police about her thievery problems. The reason why I was still living with her, almost seven months after the fact? I wouldn't be able to live with myself leaving her on the street.

The kind hearted side of me didn't want to do anything, just to ask her to stop and move on. While the other side of me wanted to kick her out as soon as possible.

While she went out on her own, doing only God knows what, I lived my life. The night I went to TNT though, that was different.

I never really liked attending normal bars on my own, though the night club was a different story. Usually you would go in, find some horny prostitute, and go to her slummy motel room hoping you wouldn't contract AID's, syphilis, or chlamydia. But I went there just for the bar. The customer service was great, and the environment was nice.

Though meeting Daisy was something I never expected. And it changed everything.

I had this indescribable feeling about her. Something about her just spoke to me. I couldn't help but blurt out what I did after her friends had left her. Low and behold, her and Audrey are my students.

Things got rough after the school year started. But I'm trying to not let it get to me.

"Do you think you could go to the store tonight? We need food." She said, leaning against the door frame.

I remained silent, folding down the collar of my light grey dress shirt and clipping on one of my tie clips.

I was trying to fight my mouth, wanting to go off on her. I walked out of the bathroom, bumping into her shoulder.

"Not gonna answer me?" She asked again, her shitty attitude returning.

"You wanna know what?" I said, stopping in my tracks and turning around. "Any answer you have given to me has been a lie in some way shape or form. Why should you be entitled to a truthful one?"

That seemed to shut her up, grabbing my messenger bag and keys, I walked out the door and to my car.

Slamming the door shut, a breath I must have been holding in shot out from my lungs. I threw my head back against the seat. Clenching my eyes, I gripped the steering wheel with one hand and pounded it with my fist.

"Why. Can't. I. Get. Out. Of. This. Fucking. House?!" I stated with each pound of my fist, forcing myself to hold back the water in my eyes.

I took another deep breath, opening the garage door and slipping my key into the ignition, giving it a twist.