Pound, pound, pound.

Noises like jackhammers roared through my mind, while light shown through my bedroom window into my closed eyes.

"Turn down the damn blinds Lily you know I don't like the sun shining in my room!" I shouted with tired breath.

Finally deciding enough was enough, I forced one eye open, regretting it instantly. The lights were just way too bright, and the noise was still radiating through my skull.

Come on Avery, and grow the hell up, I thought. Instead of opening only one eye like the last time, I forced both my eyes open.

What the fuck?

Where the hell was I? This wasn't my room. This was way too dirty and frat house -like. There were clothes strewn everywhere. There were used condoms on the floor, beer bottles, plates of dried moldy food, and empty syringes.

Who the hell lived in a place like this? It was disgusting. What the hell happened last night for me to end up here, in this pigsty? I didn't remember a thing.

The last thing I remembered I was drinking with Johnny and my best friend Lily. Oh my God where was Lily? And why were my ears ringing so badly? Was that the pounding noise that woke me up? Or was it because I was completely hungover?

I looked around the room checking out the place nearly blinding myself from the sunlight shining through the blinds. Who let's the sunshine shine in their room? I looked down towards the bed I was lying in. At least the bed looked clean, although I couldn't tell for sure because my eyes were still adjusting to the light. I looked down at myself and screamed. Oh God, no, please God no!

I blinked and looked back down at myself this can't be happening, how could this have happened in one day? What in the fuck? I couldn't be...I couldn't be pregnant! Especially this pregnant in one day. Oh my God. I threw the covers off my body and saw I was completely naked underneath them. I turned my head to the left of me and there was a male figure lying next to where I was on the bed. I could have sworn he was not there a second ago. Were my eyes still adjusting to my atmosphere?

It was not just any man, but Johnny. I pushed his body trying to wake him up but he wouldn't wake. I pushed him till he was lying on his back, and when I had, there was a big gaping wound on his abdomen.

His insides slid out of the wound from the movement. It was disturbing and it made me throw up on the floor. They had looked like a string of sausage links as they spilled out of him.

I screamed again, louder and louder but no one came to help me. The once, drop-dead, gorgeous man, was not even near recognizable.

Besides the hole on his stomach, his face was full of scratches. You could still tell it was him, but it was like someone had mauled him with their fingers. Instinctively, I looked at my hands.

Oh God, no! What have I done?

It was me, I had done this to him. The proof was under my fingernails. Dried blood and pieces of his flesh were embedded into the underside of them.

I ripped off the blankets from his side and noticed he was naked as well. The sheets were soaked crimson red from his blood. I rushed off the bed and went over to him. On the floor on his side of the bed was my best friend, Lily, lying lifeless with a big hole in her chest, in a pool of her blood.

I remembered what had happened in here, it all clicked into place all at once. I was sleeping with him for a while since I was knocked up with his kid. Lily came over to come hang out with us, we all decided to get drunk and high off of something. When we got hungry I decided I wanted to go get take-out for us to eat.

When I came back with food from a fast food place, Lily was having sex with Johnny. In a jealous, high/drunken, stupor I shot him and her with Johnny's shotgun that was under the bed. He had shotguns everywhere in his house, but he left one under his bed just in case someone ever tried to break in.

After I killed them I got undressed (since I always slept naked with him) I slid back into bed next to him with blood on my hands and a dead body right next to me. Like nothing had ever happened at all...

******

I shot up from my bed breathing hard, as I woke from my dream, drenched in sweat.

How could I have a dream like that? That wasn't a dream, that was a nightmare. I had never dreamt of anything so chaotic and vivid, in my entire twenty-two years of living.

I looked around my dark room at various things, as I tried to calm my breathing down. As I took one more deep breath, knowing that I was in the comfort of my own dark room, I clambered out of bed and went to turn on my lights.

When I hit the switch. I turned around to head back to my bed when I caught a head of hair as black as night popping out of my blankets.

Oh my God! 

My dream! Please don't be like my dream! I screamed, with all my heart as loud as I could muster.

"What the fuck?" Johnny said as he fell out of the bed.

Lily came running through my door, "What? What happened Avery?" Lily asked frightened.

I stared at her in shock, she was alive, he was alive. It was all a dream! Thank God. I was in my room with my best friend and the man I slept with. With Johnny, which was trying to untangle himself from the bed-sheets.

I remembered what had happened last night. Lily and I were drinking and then Johnny saved me from some jock. We drank some more and Lily took a cab home, while I stayed talking to Johnny. We got a little too drunk and I told him my place was closer, we hopped on his Harley and drove here. 

"Girlie you might want to put some clothes on," Lily said pointing to me.

I looked myself up and down, my eyes bulging at the realization, and grabbed a shirt that was lying on the floor. Johnny's shirt. Thankfully when she first noticed I was stark ass naked, she looked anywhere but me.

"I'm sorry Lily, I didn't realize I was naked," I said blushing. She just shrugged and pointed at Johnny who was now standing up, with my sheets around his waist.

"So I see you guys had a little fun last night," she winked at Johnny and he just smiled, scratching the back of his head.

"I hope you didn't really hear us last night. That one over there can be a bit loud," he laughed. He snuck up behind me and nibbled on my ear. I thought I about melted in his arms. His touch was like electricity to my veins. He still smelled of men's cologne even after all the fun we had had last night.

My naive teenage self had lost her virginity senior year to her 'high school sweetheart'. After giving myself to him, he dumped me a week after, saying we just weren't meant to be. So from that time on up until this point, I vowed to try and avoid men as much as possible and focus on school. It didn't always work out that way, occasionally I would have sex with a guy but it wasn't too often and it was usually with guys I knew and trusted, ones I went on dates with but never made official. Johnny though, he was my first one night stand.

"Shut up," I said smacking him on the shoulder as I turned around in his arms.

"Wow," Lily laughed at me and Johnny. "I'll let you guys to it then," and walked out of my room.

Well darlin', I best be leaving. I got to meet up with the club soon,"he said holding my shoulders. "Shit what time is it?" He murmured to himself.

Picking up his pants from my bedroom floor he searched the pockets till he found his phone. He checked the time, and then preceded to put on his pants dropping my sheets in the process. Once he was done he looked at me and then pointed at me. "Can I have my shirt back," he chuckled.

I took off his shirt exposing myself to him and threw it at him. I fumbled around for my matching bra and panties from the floor, and put them on. He put his shirt on and grabbed for his cut from the floor putting that on too. Once He was dressed he came up behind me again and sucked on my neck, then turned me around.

"It was a pleasure being with you last night babe. You really were the best I ever had." He let go of me but not before slapping my ass and walked out my door. "See you around darlin'," and with that he walked right out of my life just as fast as he had walked into it.

Ashamed of myself for getting involved with him, I shut my bedroom door after he left and slid down to the floor. Crying my eyes out. Never trust a biker. Especially ones that looked like that. In the end he was just like the other guy if not worse than him, and I had bought into his tough guy savior act. Never again.