Page 77 of Money Shot

VINCE

May 10th,2015

One thing I never expected to happen with Sienna was to be stood up. Not in a million years would I have thought I would have been left looking like a fool, but then again…

It had only been a year.

It took me fifteen years to determine my wife was incapable of keeping her promises. Learning after a year should be considered a blessing.

I left my mother’s home after an embarrassing one-sided conversation which lasted all evening. After fidgeting with the food for an hour and a half only to force myself to swallow a few small pieces, I finally left and rode my bike to Sienna’s home, praying I would find an answer.

What I found was an empty house free of any signs of life. All interior lights were off, the porch light was off, and although I spent nothing short of a half hour beating on the front and rear doors, no one answered the door.

Two women had been allowed into my life. In return for my loyalty I received two broken promises.

And one broken heart.

Bile rose in my throat. I raised my hand to knock again and realized I was shaking terribly. I inhaled a deep breath through my nose, gazed down at the toes of my boots, and exhaled. The bile rose again. I turned toward the driveway, walked to my bike, and lifted my leg over the seat. As I sat staring out into the street, I knew if I left it would be the last time I would ever pull away from her house.

She had done the unthinkable.

In Sienna’s own words, what had happened was the unexpected result of the natural development of life.

At least now, when it came to women, I would know what to expect.

Broken promises.

I started the motorcycle, pulled in the clutch lever, and kicked the lever into gear. After a long hesitation and a more than ample amount of time, I released the clutch and pulled out into the street.

Alone.