Letty's POV
Oh God. What have I done? I wasn't even drunk, not that being drunk would be a legally- stop it Letty.
David is going to hate me.
David doesn't have to know.
STOP Letty.
I frown and sink further into the depths of my shame and misery. The shower tiles greet me and engulf me in their cold embrace. They are probably room temperature but the water itself is hot. Anything less would be uncivilized.
David is less, a voice whispers in my mind. Dom is more. How is it that my fucked up inner voice thinks Dominic Torretto, abdicated King of the Streets is more civilized than David?
"I must be crazy." My voice is muted by the pounding water.
When did being with Dom become the easy way out?
It is now.
Breaking up with David is a no brainer.
I hated being cheated on. No one deserves that. Having cheated onDavid makes it clear that he isn't the one. It's messed up, but I tried a couple of times and could never cheat on-
"Faaaaack!" I scream & pound the wall.
I shake my head to clear it. I only succeed in whipping my wet hair into my face.
Spitting it out I sigh.
Things to do today:
Break up with David
And then?
Do I get back together with Dom and give Berto happily ever after? Is that the second task of the day?
Ah the phone rings. Well we can cross number one off the list.
Number two can be figuring out what numbers three and four will be.