Loony Bin

Tucker stops me while walking down the hall;
I don’t want to talk.

I walk around him,
but I don’t get far.

I’m pinned to the wall behind me,
his hands on either side of my head.
there’s fury and sadness and longing
in his green eyes.

“Why won’t you talk to me?”

I don’t answer,
just look down at his chest,
refusing to let him see my fear.

“God damn it!”

He presses his body closer to mine
and I feel my chest start to constrict.

Is he going to hurt me again?
Am I going to have to be away from George again?

“I get it now.”
“You only like the bad boys.”

I look up into his eyes
a sudden wave of desire filling me
at the look he’s giving me.

It’s no longer hostile and terrifying;
it’s soft yet determined.

“I can be your bad boy;”
his whisper is husky
and his lips are by my ear
slowly making their way down my neck
but never touching the skin.

His breath causes goose bumps
while his hands move from next to my head
to either side of my waist.

His hands are broad
and practically envelope my torso.
I don’t feel safe in his grasp,
but I do feel needed.

He pulls my body closer to his,
his face now in front of mine.
Our noses brush
and my eyes flutter closed for a second.

I can hear him chuckle in victory;
he knows he’s won me over.
I look back into his green eyes
and then down at his pale pink lips.

“See?”
“You do like bad boys.”

I suddenly feel awake
and the fear is back.
My hands push at his chest
and even though I’m too weak to move him,
he understands that I’m uncomfortable
and backs away.

I hear him sigh as I run down the hall
along with the faint sound of a
head hitting the wall
and an echo of:
“you’re so fucking stupid”
“so fucking pathetic.”