CHAPTER 1: Don't Go
*~ I drank your poison 'cause you told me it's wine ~ Shame on you if you fool once ~ Shame on me if you fool me twice ~*
"Alyssa, please!" Sam begged. "Don't go."
"Oh, I see how it is!" Alyssa yelled. "It's perfectly alright for you to neglect me and turn to pot, but I can't leave you! Give me one good reason why I should stay, asshole! I HATE YOU!!!" She swiftly slapped Sam's face as hard as she could. Then she shoved him away with all her strength. The force had sent Sam sprawling back, shattering a small wooden table in the process.
"NO!!! Alyssa, please," Sam pleaded, gingerly touching his face where it had turned red. "Please calm down and I'll explain. I just want things to be right again between us."
"NO SAM!!!" Alyssa snapped. She kicked Sam in the ribs; wanting to express her intense anger, while at the same time, cause more physical pain to the rangy body that was lying among the sharp timber splinters. "You shut up and listen to me! I thought I knew you! I didn't know that you were such a pathetic fag! You mean nothing to me! You don't mean anything to me now, and guess what?! You never did!"
"Alyssa," Sam groaned, wincing at the pain in his side as he shakily rose to his feet. "Don't go. You know I love you and you mean the world to me."
"YOU MEAN HELL TO ME!!!" Alyssa shrieked, angrier than she'd ever been in her life. Her severe anger had obviously caused her to beat out Sam in a scream-fest, which normally wasn't humanly possible. "And what makes you think that I loved you back?! Huh?! Well, here's a taste of reality for you: I don't love you! I never have, and I never will! Did you assume that I loved you just because we showered together and made out several times?"
"My dad's house," Sam replied, desperately trying toughen up. "You helped with my dad's house last year."
"That was out of pity! HA! I felt sorry for George! The truth is, Sam, your dad was a pathetic failure! Sure, he was motivated enough to build a house in four months, but he was still a failure! It's SUCH a crying shame: like father, like son." Alyssa paused, allowing that cold, merciless statement to slash Sam's heart like a thousand knives. "His life was worthless, just like the house he built with you," she continued. "You had a lousy grandpa and a lousy dad. Yup, Sam, you come from a long line of lousy. It seems to run in your family. And you know what? The only thing your dad was decent at was kissing!"
"WHAT?!" Sam cried out, the distraught look on his sore face provoking more of Alyssa's wickedness.
Alyssa smirked. "That's right! I French kissed your dad only days before he died! And you know what else? Remember last Tuesday night when I said I was too sick to go out with you? I slept with Josh that night!"
Sam was taken back by what Alyssa had just confessed, but finally, he was able to retreat from his vulnerable silence. "YOU SLUT!!! Josh was the one who fucked your mom!"
Alyssa laughed spitefully. "Call me a slut if that makes you feel any better, but that doesn't change the fact that your dead dad kisses better than you and Josh fucks better than you!"
"Go if you want!" Sam yelled through gritted teeth. "I don't need you!"
"Oh, of course you do!" Alyssa retorted. "You know you're nothing without me. Before you met me, you were nothing but a worthless druggy with no future. In fact, you still are! Face it Sam, with or without me, you're still so pathetic that even the job of flipping burgers at McDonald's would be too good for you! Our society doesn't need any stupid druggies!"
Just when Sam had regained his strength to verbally fight back, Alyssa took away his power once again.
"So who are you gonna go crying to now Sam, huh? Your mommy?! And why isn't your precious daddy here to save you from mean ol' Alyssa? Oh, that's right! It's because he's dead! DEAD! As in burning in hell where he belongs!"
"Shut up, stupid bitch," Sam said softly. His efforts to yell at her and "make her smaller" were all in vain. No matter how hard he tried, he simply could not yell at her. Sam didn't know if this was because she had turned him soft while they were going out, or if the brutal words she had said to him had torn him apart. Perhaps it was both.
"Goodbye Sam," Alyssa said, without a hint of regret or repentance in her voice. Then she turned around and left Sam's house, slamming the door behind her.
*~ I drank your poison 'cause you told me it's wine ~ Shame on you if you fool once ~ Shame on me if you fool me twice ~*
"Alyssa, please!" Sam begged. "Don't go."
"Oh, I see how it is!" Alyssa yelled. "It's perfectly alright for you to neglect me and turn to pot, but I can't leave you! Give me one good reason why I should stay, asshole! I HATE YOU!!!" She swiftly slapped Sam's face as hard as she could. Then she shoved him away with all her strength. The force had sent Sam sprawling back, shattering a small wooden table in the process.
"NO!!! Alyssa, please," Sam pleaded, gingerly touching his face where it had turned red. "Please calm down and I'll explain. I just want things to be right again between us."
"NO SAM!!!" Alyssa snapped. She kicked Sam in the ribs; wanting to express her intense anger, while at the same time, cause more physical pain to the rangy body that was lying among the sharp timber splinters. "You shut up and listen to me! I thought I knew you! I didn't know that you were such a pathetic fag! You mean nothing to me! You don't mean anything to me now, and guess what?! You never did!"
"Alyssa," Sam groaned, wincing at the pain in his side as he shakily rose to his feet. "Don't go. You know I love you and you mean the world to me."
"YOU MEAN HELL TO ME!!!" Alyssa shrieked, angrier than she'd ever been in her life. Her severe anger had obviously caused her to beat out Sam in a scream-fest, which normally wasn't humanly possible. "And what makes you think that I loved you back?! Huh?! Well, here's a taste of reality for you: I don't love you! I never have, and I never will! Did you assume that I loved you just because we showered together and made out several times?"
"My dad's house," Sam replied, desperately trying toughen up. "You helped with my dad's house last year."
"That was out of pity! HA! I felt sorry for George! The truth is, Sam, your dad was a pathetic failure! Sure, he was motivated enough to build a house in four months, but he was still a failure! It's SUCH a crying shame: like father, like son." Alyssa paused, allowing that cold, merciless statement to slash Sam's heart like a thousand knives. "His life was worthless, just like the house he built with you," she continued. "You had a lousy grandpa and a lousy dad. Yup, Sam, you come from a long line of lousy. It seems to run in your family. And you know what? The only thing your dad was decent at was kissing!"
"WHAT?!" Sam cried out, the distraught look on his sore face provoking more of Alyssa's wickedness.
Alyssa smirked. "That's right! I French kissed your dad only days before he died! And you know what else? Remember last Tuesday night when I said I was too sick to go out with you? I slept with Josh that night!"
Sam was taken back by what Alyssa had just confessed, but finally, he was able to retreat from his vulnerable silence. "YOU SLUT!!! Josh was the one who fucked your mom!"
Alyssa laughed spitefully. "Call me a slut if that makes you feel any better, but that doesn't change the fact that your dead dad kisses better than you and Josh fucks better than you!"
"Go if you want!" Sam yelled through gritted teeth. "I don't need you!"
"Oh, of course you do!" Alyssa retorted. "You know you're nothing without me. Before you met me, you were nothing but a worthless druggy with no future. In fact, you still are! Face it Sam, with or without me, you're still so pathetic that even the job of flipping burgers at McDonald's would be too good for you! Our society doesn't need any stupid druggies!"
Just when Sam had regained his strength to verbally fight back, Alyssa took away his power once again.
"So who are you gonna go crying to now Sam, huh? Your mommy?! And why isn't your precious daddy here to save you from mean ol' Alyssa? Oh, that's right! It's because he's dead! DEAD! As in burning in hell where he belongs!"
"Shut up, stupid bitch," Sam said softly. His efforts to yell at her and "make her smaller" were all in vain. No matter how hard he tried, he simply could not yell at her. Sam didn't know if this was because she had turned him soft while they were going out, or if the brutal words she had said to him had torn him apart. Perhaps it was both.
"Goodbye Sam," Alyssa said, without a hint of regret or repentance in her voice. Then she turned around and left Sam's house, slamming the door behind her.