in james and melissas bed

we slept fitfully hot under feathers and pillows.
the television girl and her cronies were fiddling with wires in the kitchen.
the blonde boy was tall and slow.
he wanted nothing more than to mary the tv girl. she wasn't interested.
the witch boy staged a wedding. there were candles. vows floated off into the air. the bride was absent and made no promises.
the next night the blonde boy came to collect his bride. he snuck into the house and when her i tried to call the police he took the phone from my hand and beat me with it. bruised I lay on the floor unable to help.
he climbed up the stairs to the tv girl's room. he took off his clothes and lowered himself onto her bed. she pulled out a strait razor and made two deep gashes in his throat.
he fell back, blood gurging out. i asked her if i could call the police. she said yes. i picked up the phone and he stood up, dead and lumbered toward me.
i was crying for help in my sleep.