Poisonous Love

Chapter 2: Resolved

It had been 5 days without talking to Vinnie, and I felt like crap. I was phoning her at least once a day and just going straight to voicemail. Finally, after the fourth call that day, she answered. 

"Hello?" 

She didn't say anything for about 30 seconds.

"What do you want?"

You could tell in her voice that she was trying to hold a grudge, but you could tell that she missed me.

"Look, I'm really sorry for what I said, and I hate not talking to you."

"Honestly, same here. I've been thinking about calling you. My mom and her boyfriend were going to go for a camping trip, but Brian (her stepdad) got the spicy cough, and my mom was only going for him. She said they had booked a non-refundable spot, so she told me to invite you and go for a 'romantic couples getaway.'"

I paused for a second. Camping wasn't a fond memory. My dad would make me go with him for a 'dad-daughter bonding weekend'. Now my mom has to remind him to call me, I would be happier if she didn't, but 'mother knows best' and 'you'll be grateful in the future.'

"Umm... Sure, when is it?"

I was also quite confused, as not that long ago I screamed at her in my living room to go away, but I hate having to be angry at someone, and i'm crap at holding grudges.

"The camping trip is for the 23rd-24th of this month."

I checked my calendar, I hadn't really been paying attention to anything after me and Vinnie's fight. The calendar said it was the 22nd.

"Sure, I think my moms going out Saturday night. Do you need me to bring anything?"

"Yeah, just bring BBQ food, like burgers and hotdogs, I will pick you up at 3 p.m. tomorrow."

"Okay, bye then."

"Bye"

When Vinnie hung up the phone, I was speechless. Why? Is her stepdad actually sick? Or is this an excuse for something else? I went downstairs; I might 
as well get my camping stuff together. It's not like I had anything else to do.

Luckly, my mom bothered to go shopping this week. She's not really good at the whole 'parenting' thing. Usally, my brother is the only person who makes an effort in this household, and even when my mother goes to the shop, it's for fags and booze.

"We have burgers, hot dogs, corn on the cob, and... nothing else." 

I heard someone at the door, and then our letterbox slamming closed. 

"Not again," I thought.