My Girl Friend From Prison

Chapter 2

Zoe-

Allison agreed to stay for dinner. I know I probably shouldn't have invited a complete stranger into my apartment, especially one that was just released from prison, but I couldn't help it. I want to help her and I don't want her to leave - not just yet any how. Plus, it's been a long time since I've had company.

Allison hasn't really said much since she agreed to stay for dinner, so I'm trying to come up with things to talk about while waiting for the spaghetti sauce to finish cooking.

"So, Allison, is Morgan your sister....or something?" Perhaps I shouldn't have asked that. I don't even know her and I'm all up in her business.

"No, Morgan is my wife"

"You're lesbian and you're married" I state with a tone of disappointment. I'm not sure why, but the fact that Allison is currently in a relationship disappoints me.

"Yeah, you got a problem with that?"

"Oh, no...No" I stated while turning off the stove. "I don't have a problem with it...it's just that...the town that I'm from, people don't share their sexual orientation out willy nilly. I actually made that mistake myself and lost all my friends" I ramble on. I should probably stop talking...

I set the table for two and serve the both of us dinner.

Allison -

Zoe is a really good cook but she talks way too much. I mean, I do appreciate the free meal, and I suppose she's decent eye candy but I could do without all the questions. Perhaps I should ask her a few.

"How old are you?" I question interrupting her current sentence about...honestly, I'm not really sure. She doesn't seem to mind that I interrupted her, and if she does, she doesn't really show it.

"18. But, I'm very mature for my age," she says. I can't say that I really agree. Although, it could just be the fact that I don't really have anywhere to go has me in a pretty shitty mood and I have no idea where my wife has gone. I would have never guessed that she would just up and leave me like that. I mean sure, we've had our problems and I knew that she wanted out of the relationship, I just never thought she had the guts to go through with it.

"You wouldn't happen to have a phone would you?"

Zoe nodded and raced to grab her phone from the coffee table. She handed it to me and told me her passcode without hesitation. I stood up and walked outside for some privacy because I did not want little miss nosey in my business.

Zoe -

As Allison walked outside my small apartment, I quickly grabbed our plates and dropped them in the kitchen sink with the intention of cleaning them later. Grabbing a dish towel, I walked over to the table to clean the kitchen table but my curiosity got the best of me. So, I walked closer to the door to hear what Allison was saying on the phone. I know I shouldn't be trying to eavesdrop; and call me crazy but a part of me, a huge part of me, wants Allison to stay - I mean, at least for the night.

Allison-

The first person I called was Morgan but her phone was no longer in service. I called at least 5 times just to be sure. My blood began to boil as I confirmed, once more, that she changed her number.

Deep down I knew. Morgan left me. She stopped answering my letters, she stopped visiting me, she blocked my calls on her phone. At first, I thought she was just upset because the last time she visited me we ended up in an argument; but I thought that she'd just get over it like she always did when we fought.

But, just to be sure, I dialed the only other number that I knew by heart, Morgan's sister. I had to know. For a moment I thought perhaps Morgan was ill, but I quickly dismissed the idea as the phone rings. Upon the 3rd ring, a familiar voice says, "Hello?"

"Hey, Veronica, it's me Allison"

She sighs, "Allison, you really shouldn't be calling me-"

"I just want to know where my wife is"

"She's here"

"May I speak to her"

"She doesn't want to talk to you-"

"I don't care, put her on the phone" I yell.

Another sigh.

"No, Allison, it's over. Just let it go. If you try to contact her again, we won't hesitate to file a restraining order against you"

After that, the line went dead.

"Bitch" I mutter in anger as I punch the apartment door in frustration. I hear a yelp from the other side of the door so I open it to confirm my suspicion of the little eavesdropper. I glare at her.

"Sorry Allison," with a face red from embarrassment, she apologizes. "But um...I couldn't help but overhear; would you like to sleep here? You can stay as long as you need to, or as long as you'd like."

Do I really have a choice?