Honest

twenty-nine

I ran away, my eyes straight but unseeing. Why would I care about who kissed? I don't like him.

I just...we've been messing around for like a month and I didn't know he had anyone else.

He didn't tell me he had anyone else.

I didn't expect him anyone else.

Why didn't I expect him to anyone else.

I'm so stupid! This is all my fault. I should've just stayed away from him, like I was going to in the beginning.

This is good. This is exactly what I needed to remind me. The Vitale are our enemies, they have been for generations.

What I need to do now is focus on taking over the family. Training hard. Improving my aim, strengthening my ranks.

Making our family strong again.

That's what I need to focus on. Not some lying, cheating, stupid Italian!

I stop, looking around me. I'm in alley somewhere down the street from 6th. I press my back against the brick wall, sinking down to ground.

I blink back my tears, clearing my mind.

All men are the same. It's not a big deal. This doesn't matter. I'm not hurt. Not at all. I didn't like him. I barely knew him.

I wish him happiness with that desperate little slut.

This can go away. This will go away. This never happened.

I stared at my hands, repeating the same words in my mind.

I never liked Giuseppe Vitale.

I did not start to fall for Giuseppe Vitale.

Giuseppe Vitale no longer exists to me.

I exhale, putting a smile on my face.

"Who is Giuseppe Vitale?"

I stand, brushing off the dirt, him, off my clothes, with a smile.

"I am Desiree Brown, soon to be Head of the Eses."

Nothing can change that. I head home.

This is what I should be focusing on. This is who I am.

I am unaffected.

Whatever I may have had with that man is over. It's over, and that's fine because it wasn't anything to start with.

I walk home with a smile.

Everything is right with this world.