Poisonous Love

Chapter 1: Strange

"Hall, you're being so dramatic! It's a freaking piece of paper, for god sakes!" Vinnie was my best friend and lover, but he used to piss me off, she would get into a state where, no talking or persuading would change anything, only time and silence would heal arguments . Recently, I had been getting creppy letters and it was getting to my head. It felt like the world was against me, I was struggling with school, my parents were going through a messy divorce, and this was the cherry on top of my poison frappe.

These letters weren't threats, but they were telling me private information about myself. I remember one saying "I bet you're looking forward to seeing Aunt Dorothy for Sunday lunch tomorrow, I hadn't even told Vinnie about the lunch.

"You just don't understand do you! It's so creppy! It's like having a personal stalker who knows your address!"

It felt horrible yelling at her, but we were at the point of no return, and I had gone to far too stop. Vinnie had just come over, and she was already annoyed (I could tell) I was telling her about the letters in my living room.

"All stalkers know your address!"

"That's not the point! I am sick and tired of you acting so careless about my emotions, treating them like the trash have to take out everyday!"

"I am not your therapist! And you don't even know half of the crap I have to deal with!"

To be fair to Vinnie, she had a tough childhood. Both she and her mother experienced domestic abuse, and only just cut off her father. She was currently in therapy, and not in the right mindset to deal with my crap as well. During the argument, we had got up and walked towards the front door, its was storming outside, normal for mid march Chicago, I guess

"I am done with this! Come back when you learn how to be sympathetic."

I don't know what came over me, but after I had screamed at her to be sympatheic, I opened the door, and when she walked out, I slammed it in her face.

Just as she left, I saw her raincoat on the hanger near my front door, I grabbed it and opened the door, once again

"You forgot yo-"

She was gone, walking out of my drive, i'm sure if the thunder hadn't covered my voice, and if she had heard me, Vinnie wouldn't have turned around. I don't know why I told her to 'Come back when you learned how to be symathetic." I wasn't even sure if she would come back.

In that moment, all of the guilt and regret, caught up to me. I started sobbing out there, on my front patio. I ran up to my room before anyone could hear me.

My brother, Caso's room is before mine, you have to walk past it to get to my room. Usually he would be playing Call Of Duty, unluckly, he had heard the whole argument. He stopped me in the hallway.

"What the hell was that? Did you have another fight with Vinnie?"

My voice was broken, but strong.

"Why do you care? You nosy twat!"

I shoved him out of the way, the look on his face was a mix of hurt, confusion and anger. That night, I slept with Vinnies damp raincoat.