It's a Good Year for a ***

“What’s your middle name?” Jason asks me
“Lee.”
“Wait. As in Annabelle Lee, like from Edger Allen Poe.” Gates says disbelievingly.
“Morbid much?” Jason throws in
“Mother majored in literature at Williams College. Took a class on poetry, where apparently she met my father.” I answer without too much thought, trying not to think much about my mother.
“I thought Jameson went to Harvard.” Matt says skeptically, eyeing me with distrust.
“He’s not my dad” I say through gritted teeth, my anger boiling up. All the guys share a look, I’m not sure what it’s about but I don’t care. I was finally away from Jameson. My heart breaks for my mom, but not for that asshole.
“It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.” Jimmy rang out in a compelling voice. Smiling gleefully at me.

“And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.” I finish for him.

“I like this poem, but you die at the end…” he pouts
“Aw. It’s ok, I’m not dead yet.” I look directly at vengeance as I say this.