Loony Bin

I need to talk to George,
but Tucker says he won’t come out.

I’m sitting on my bed and
crying into Tucker’s chest,

“I bet it’s because I wasn’t good.”
“Nobody wants to fuck an impure girl.”

Tucker shushes me
and pets my hair.

“That’s not it,”
“of course you’d be good.”
“George is just an ass.”

His words don’t help.

“Am I ugly?”

“no”
“you’re beautiful.”

“Am I fat?”

“no”
“your body’s perfect.”

“Am I stupid?”

“no”
“you’re the smartest person I know.”

“Then what is it Tucker?!”

He pulls back.
His hand strokes my hair
and the side of my face.

“you know,”
“since we got here,
I’ve always been jealous of George.”
“He just caught your attention in a way
that I couldn’t.”

I start to blush.

“I don’t understand why you like George though.”
“He’s killed people”
“he’s rude”
“I’m far better than him,
but you just can’t seem to see that.”

“What are you talking about Tucker?”

“I want you.”
“Don’t you realize that?”

I pull away from him,
My eyes averting to my bed sheets.

“oh Tucker,”
“I’m sorry”
“but I just don’t like you that way.”

“you can if you tried.”

His lips are on mine.
They’re soft like George’s
but don’t make me happy.

His hands cup my face
but I’m pushing on his chest.

“Tucker”
“stop.”

His chest rumbles
in a growl.

“Why do you refuse to love me?”
“All I want is you”
“can’t you see that?”

I let out a whimper,
I don’t want to make him upset.

“Tucker”
“I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?”
“Sorry?”
“I’ll show you sorry
you bitch.”

I scream as he pushes my back
onto the bed.

He’s hovering over me
and it’s happening again.