Just a Dream

I walked into a loud ball room. Everyone was in bright, shiny cocktail dresses of varied colors. Waiters walked around with drinks on their platters, serving them to those who wanted to party. Suddenly, a waiter walked by with a broken wine glass, red wine spilling out of it as he walked. It dropped on the floor slowly, as if it was the thick consistency of blood. The waiter then stopped, looked at me, came closer, planted a soft kiss on my lips, and dropped the platter. Suddenly, everything went dark. I was laying on a bed, his hands cuffing me to the mattress as he licked up my neck and bit my ear. My dress wasn't on me anymore, and I was fully naked. He was too, as his penis rubbed against my leg. I couldn't move. He licked my breasts and sucked on them. He kissed me down my stomach area and stopped at my pussy. He opened my legs and licked inside of me. His tongue moving around in me made me feel amazing. I still couldn't move. He then lifted up my legs to be beside him as he placed his penis into my vagina. I bit my lip in anticipation of his warm body against mine, but it wasn't a warm feeling at all. Pleasure may have filled me, but his touch felt cold and empty. He went at a fast pace, hurting my hips, but I didn't say a word. He flipped me over into a doggystyle position. He placed himself and started going. In a few seconds, he bent down, layed on my back, and kissed my back and neck. I let out a small whimper. He smiled, and he bit me. It hurt really bad and I realized I was drawing blood. I felt lightheaded, and I woke up sitting strait up in my bed.

Clay was there for some odd reason. I was already in an embarrassed mood, and then he saw me with messy hair. Charlie knows how sensitive I am about my messy hair in the mornings.

"You okay?" Clay asked with his hand on my back, holding me up. He was gazing into my eyes, and I could tell he was worried.

"I'm fine," I answered. "It was just a dream."

"A dream that made you bleed?" Clay showed me his hand which was covered in blood.

"Is-is that mine?" I asked, worried.

"Yes. It came from your back."

I thought it was just a dream. A memory. A feeling. Wasn't it?