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Fuck.
I want to scream and yell and tear out my hair as the emotions hit me hard and fast. I scrub the tears away before they can fall. Maybe it’s a good thing I didn’t go to class today. Millerton University is a medium sized school but it has a lot of locals. I feel like half my senior class matriculated there.
It’s hard to imagine walking across the quad to class while having to dodge Matt and his stupid friends. The torment I would have to endure all for the sake of his reputation.
God forbid a girl leave him because he’s a shitty person. No. He’s made sure people think that it’s my fault now.
Julia texts me again but this time, I can’t bring myself to look at it. There’s nothing she can say that’ll make any of this better.
I hold my head in my hands, considering my options. I can either sit here and feel sorry for myself, or I can find something to do.
I push back from the counter.
Mario, or Marcus, I can’t remember which, walks by, nodding his head as he does his rounds.
“Hey,” I call after him before he can get too far.
He turns around.
“Do you know if there is something I’m supposed to be doing today?”
I do my best to not sound rude.
But I need something to occupy my mind.
“Mr. Venitti’s only instruction is to not leave the house without a guard.” He stands there, as if waiting for me to dismiss him.
I frown. “Thanks.”
He nods his head and leaves.
Logically, I know that sitting here doing nothing will only make the anxiety worse.
Emotionally, I think there might be some satisfaction in throwing a tantrum and making the lives around me miserable.
I sigh, knowing that I’ll choose the former regardless of my own feelings.
I wander through the hallway, considering my options. There aren’t many.
Escape? Unlikely, given the army outside.
Friends? Still in class or at work; I could beg Julia to come save me but having her try to break me out of here would put her in danger so that’s a no.
Who knew that Mafia house arrest was dangerous due to the potential to die of boredom?!
Ughhh.
My laptop is in my bag at the bottom of the stairs. An idea strikes me, and I grab it and walk towards the sunroom, stopping to grab another cup of cappuccino on the way.
If I’m going to be stuck at home all day, I might as well make the most of it.
Once I’m settled in on the cozy couch, I open a search engine and type in the family name.
Time to learn what being a Venitti actually means.
Vague accounts of shipments and business deals. Charity functions. Club announcements.
Their wedding announcement, even. Some pictures of Albert posing with Senator Cosa at a Gala.
