My Girl Friend From Prison

Chapter 1

Zoe -

It was a late night in September, the air outside was cold and unforgiving, but none of that mattered to me; as I was already inside my new apartment. The apartment wasn't much, you could hardly call it a one bedroom as it was closer to a large closet but hey, it was mine and mine alone.

I felt free here. I grew up in a small town just north of Vermont where I was an outcast. Why? That's simple. I'm a Lesbian. I discovered this when I was in Middle school; I told my Mom and she begged me to keep it a secret. She told me people wouldn't understand, but I didn't believe her. There was no way my friends and family, whom I've known since I could walk, would love me any less just because I preferred rainbows and glitter over monster trucks and dirt - I mean, it's not the 1800's anymore; but she was right and I was wrong. I became an outcast and lost all my "friends." Kids were not allowed to be around me because their parents didn't want my "gayness" to rub off on them - like I was some kind of disease. Needless to say, I got away from that town the first chance I got and moved to New York. Which brings me to the present. I am 18 years old and starting college soon with a full ride thanks to my essay on being an outcast. Who would have guessed there would be benefits to my lonely childhood?

Anyway, shortly after moving into my apartment, I start receiving letters from prison. The letters are addressed to a woman named Morgan Lopez from someone named Allison Lopez. I keep sending them back but nearly every day for the past month, more come. I begin to feel sorry for Allison. I can just imagine some poor soul sitting in prison, alone, trying desperately to contact their loved one. I know firsthand what it's like to be lonely and can't help but feel bad. I thought about sending a letter to Allison to let her know that Morgan no longer lives here, but something stops me each and every single time.

Anyway, it's late one September afternoon and I am practicing being an adult by preparing spaghetti for dinner when I hear a knock at the door. I wasn't expecting anyone. I don't even know anyone in this city. As I look through the peephole, I see a tall blonde haired woman with a bag over her shoulder. I didn't know who she was but I opened the door anyway. As we lock eyes, she adopts a look of confusion.

"Who the hell are you?" She asks in an unfriendly tone.

"I'm...um...Zoe" I find it hard to speak in front of this gorgeous woman with the body of a famous athlete. She is absolutely beautiful.

"Well, Zoe, what the hell are you doing in my house?!" She questions angrily.

"I live here now....I just moved in here" I'm torn. A part of me wants this woman to go away because she's scary, but another part of me wants to stare into those beautiful green eyes that pierce into my very soul.

"Where's Morgan?" She questions as she forces her way into my apartment. As she looks around, I suddenly understand what's happening.

"Are you Allison?" I question. She turns around to look down at me. I feel so inferior to her for some reason, maybe because she's so tall, and so pretty, and I'm short and skinny with boxer shorts and mix matched socks on.

"Yes" She answers impatiently.

I quickly explain, "I received your letters, Morgan doesn't live here anymore. I think she moved out long before I moved in...I've been sending your letters back...."

Allison looks at me for a second like I'm crazy before realization hits her. "Mother fu-" She starts, then stops, then grips her hair in frustration. I'm not sure what possessed me to ask, but before I could think or even stop myself, I asked her if she would like to stay for dinner.

Allison.

Right now, I'm furious.

I don't know where the fuck my wife, Morgan, is. I've haven't seen her in about 4 months and now I know why. That bitch packed up and left. I thought I knew her better than that but I guess not. She left me when I needed her the most and now that I'm out, I don't know where to go or what to do.They only items the pigs returned is my wallet - that's short a good 100 bucks, the clothes I was arrested in, and a few items I collected during my sentence.

I had a feeling something wasn't right when I stopped at the store on the corner to grab a long overdue beer and my card was declined.

Seriously, what the hell? Then, this half dressed short girl opens the door and my suspicion is confirmed. When the girl, Zoe, offered me dinner, my first thought was to turn it down but I haven't had a decent meal in quite some time. I think I'm going to accept her offer and see what happens from there.