Was it all a dream? (Rykers journey – chapter 7)


I don’t know how long it was before she stood over me and said ‘Now do you remember me?’


I woke up in my room at Pikes, room 23, I had a pounding in my head and around my eyes and my throat was dry. There was the distinctive smell of come down sweat in the air, and I felt like I wasn’t alone, that feeling you get when you think someone is watching you.

I turned around and there she was, laying on her back on the bed. I swore a moment ago I was in there alone. But as I surveyed the scene and worked my way up from her feet I thought she’s got a banging pair of legs on her, when I got to her womanhood I could tell that the person in the bed was definitely a woman this time.

Before I knew what was happening the figure stood up and ripped her clothes off. Then she was riding me and making all sorts of moans and groans I’d never heard before. I thought ‘damn Scott you’re on fire lad’ as she continued making these noises that sounded like something out of a budget porno.

Not long after we started I was top of her and got a look at her face. I could tell she was a looker even in the darkness of the room. It wasn’t long before I had finished and I laid next to her, but she turned away and had her back to me.‘I’ve been waiting, what took you so long?’ she asked me

I didn’t really know what to say, so I blurted out ‘How long have you been waiting?’

‘Long enough Scott’ Again, I was lost for words.

I got up and made my way to the other side of the room to try look at her face, but as I got to her side of the bed she turned the other way, typical.

I decided to get dressed and as I was I asked ‘You fancy some breakfast? I know a spot down the road’

‘No’ she replied. Tough crowd.

By the time I got dressed I’d not realised but she had got up and was stood in the doorway of the room, a nice marble arch. Her face was now visible in the light from the doorway, she really was stunning

‘Scotty, you haven’t got long you know’

‘Long for what sweet cheeks? Before you jump on the 8 inches of doom again?’ I said with a laugh

‘I know it wasn’t you that did it’

‘Did what sugar?’

‘What I have to do to you’ she said, and as she did her eyes turned an evil looking blood red colour and she charged at me. Everything slowed down like in that film The Matrix, and in the time it took for her to get from the door to me, a couple of meters if that, I thought about all the weird sexual things I’m into and what I was going to do to her….

When the knife went right through my stomach. It felt as if it went right through and out of my back and made me feel like I was going to throw up. She pulled the knife out of me and repeatedly stabbed my stomach and chest, the pain was unbearable.

I dropped to my knees and tried covering the wounds but there was blood pissing everywhere. I eventually laid on my back and felt the life leaving my punctured body. I don’t know how long it was before she stood over me and said ‘Now do you remember me?’

She’d got changed and was wearing a yellow dress, the same yellow dress the girl that got killed right in front of me was wearing a few weeks ago! I tried to speak and tell her it wasn’t me that killed her, but she just laughed at me.

I heard a phone ringing to my left and struggled to move towards the sound. I eventually made it to the phone, and when I answered it I was brought right back down to Earth, a dream, it was all a dream!

‘H-hello?’ I stammered into the phone ‘Scott, no time for pleasantries, it’s Glenn, I’m going to be in Ibiza tomorrow. I’ll meet you at Pikes’


Previous chapter – Touching distance (Rykers journey – chapter 6)

First chapter – Rykers journey – A tale of blocked shots, painkillers and shin pads

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