Fucked Up

MEGAN'S POV

I woke up with a migraine shouting through my head and I had to stop for a brief moment to let my head calm down.

Five minutes passed quickly and understanding dawned on me was my eyes widened with shock.

"Oh, shit! Megan Arrey, you just made love with Nicholas Larry," I said sitting straight on the bed.

If I was anything brighter than my actual skin, I should have being as red as a cherry tomato, but I am not, rather, I gulp down very sweetly, not obviously what I intend to have, but placing my wishes as well.

My feel the sore between my thighs, and although I don't quite get it since there is no blood on the bed or the sheets I am covering, my mind floods towards Nick. I don't know where he was, nor have I seen him.

Waking up from the bed, I walk into the bathroom, half expecting him to be there, the void that feels my soul knowing that he Isn't there is one that I couldn't contain at all.