The day my entire life changed started like any other, with the morning light filtering through my window as I stirred from my sleep. I stretched and lazily got out of bed.  

Wiping the sleep from my eyes, I went downstairs to see if there was anything good to eat. I reached for the fridge door, just about to grab a snack, when my best friend Levie suddenly burst through the backdoor. Levie, with her striking beauty reminiscent of a young Kylie Jenner before any cosmetic enhancements, made an unexpected entrance, causing me to jump in surprise.

"Whoa there, Levie! You nearly gave me a Kardashian-level heart attack!"

"The Kardashians? Really? Come on, do you really indulge in their overhyped reality show now?"

I rolled my eyes at her.

"Happy birthday, Dahlia," Levie sang out, her smile stretching from cheek to cheek, clutching a white box.

She knew how much this birthday meant to me, not just because it was my 18th but because it was another one I was spending without my parents. Though I had never met them, their absence was a wound I was still grappling to heal.

 "Thanks, Levie," I said, feeling a little bit better already.

"I brought you this!" she said as she handed me a white box.

I was excited to open the box, and when I did, I saw a stunningly beautiful vanilla cake with pink frosting and a sweet note that said, "Happy birthday, gorgeous."

"I know that cake isn't your favorite, but it's one of those treats you have to have on your birthday, especially if you're turning 18," Levie said with a playful grin.

"Well, I appreciate the effort," I said as I hugged her again." In fact, I will have a slice."

As Levie eagerly sliced the cake, my brother, Charlie, arrived. He pulled me close and whispered, "Happy birthday, sis. I love you. And I got you this." He held up a bottle of Jack Daniels and grinned.

"Seriously, Charlie? Are you saying it's okay for me to drink now?" With a smirk, I said.

"And he got you Jack Daniels, no less," Levie chimed in.

"I know you won't be out partying tonight, so even if you finish the entire bottle, I'm not worried. You'll just pass out in your own bed," Charlie said, smirking.

 I rolled my eyes and laughed. My brother always thought I was incapable of making poor decisions.

The three of us sat down at the kitchen table, and Levie lit the candle on top of the cake. I blew out the candles and made a wish.

 I wished for my parents to be with me in spirit and for Charlie and Levie to always be there for me.

We gathered around the table, enjoying some cake, and talking about Charlie's plans for the evening. My brother was quite the charmer and wasn't shy about having a one-night stand. Getting married was never in his future plans.

As for me, I wasn't sure what the future held, but I knew that with my brother and best friend by my side, I could face anything.

By the time Levie and Charlie left, I was already a bit tipsy. So, I hit the bed, and soon enough, I surrendered to sleep, and before I knew it, the familiar sensations of reality melted away, replaced by the fantastical and surreal world of dreams.

I had dreamed many times, but this one I would never forget. This was my very first... wet dream.

I was still lying in bed, but everything around me appeared shrouded in a translucent haze. The edges of objects were blurred, as if they were seen through a veil of smoke, while the colors were muted and washed out.

I looked around and swallowed hard when I saw a masked man, ass naked, standing at the foot of the bed. 

He then began to make his way cautiously up to the bed, and as he was above me, I noticed how intricately crafted his mask was, covering his forehead, while daringly revealing his lips and eyes through intricate holes cut into the mask.

 I squeezed my eyes shut, and that’s when I felt him yank off my nightgown, leaving me exposed. A jolt of electricity shot through me, and my heart started pounding.

My eyes opened wide as he cupped my breast, and I tried to use my free hand to push him off.

I tried to stand up, but I just couldn't. And before I could whisper my protests, he shoved his tongue into my mouth.

He unhooked my bra and threw it over his shoulder, and then stopped kissing my mouth and started licking my breasts and sucking them, using his tongue to play with my nipple.

I was now panting as I tried to push him off with my free hand.

He slowly kissed his way toward my neck, buried his face in the crook of my neck, and sucked on my skin. His hand slipped down under my panties and started rubbing me. "Let me open you up."

I started letting out soft moans. But as soon as I felt him stick a finger into me, my eyes flew wide open. Then he stuck another finger in.

I whimpered in pain, struggling to deal with the sting I felt. He pulled away, and pushing down my panties, he readied himself in between my legs. Without warning, he pushed himself all the way inside me, breaking through the barrier.

My eyes snapped wide and my back arched as I cried out in pain.

He truly was very big. He suddenly thrust aggressively inside, and I cried out as he moved a bit faster.

"I-It hurts," I whimpered and panted as I tried to push him out. My eyes welled up with tears as I groaned. "Please, it hurts."

However, the man with the mask did not do more than nod. He was neither soft nor gentle with. His thrusts were savagely hard, his fingers hurting my skin where he grabbed my hips. His eyes were wild, and his smile was menacing, as if I were nothing but his prey.

"You can scream, pet. I’d love to hear your screams," he urged, emphasizing each word with a hard thrust.

And so I screamed. I grabbed at his arms, my fingers pushing in deeper with each of his powerful thrusts. But as soon as I became adjusted to his length, ecstasy soon spread to every cell in my body, and then my screams gradually faded to gentle moans and whimpers.

"Fuck!" While keeping a close eye on me, he slipped his hands up my torso and softly squeezed my neck. "You’re slowly loving my cock now, aren’t you, pet?"

I wanted to say something to him, anything, but  then I felt his hands close in on my throat, catching the quiet moan in my throat.

With each successive thrust, he let out a roar. And as he plunged as deeply as he could, he released his grip on my throat just enough for me to keep from passing out.

"Oh fuck!" After letting out a string of obscene words, he gave one final forceful thrust, and then I could feel something warm being poured into me.

I breathed heavily, my walls suddenly tightening around his cock. I could feel that I was about to lose my mind. I moaned louder, and I arched my hips for more friction. He must have realized what I was trying to do, because he shook his head and slipped out of me.

"No…please…" I moaned that almost sounded like a beg. "What’s happening to me? I need to... Please…"

My pleas went unheard, however, as he got out of bed, strolled into the far corner of my room, and vanished like nothing happened, leaving me feeling drained, alone, and exhausted.

The next time I opened my eyes, the sun was already up in the sky, and I was completely naked and covered in my blanket. My entire body was throbbing in pain. I looked down at my bed sheets, and I was horrified to see that they were stained with blood.

I tried to think back to what had happened, but nothing came to me. Just the dream I had with the masked man.

I changed the sheet. I got dressed and checked the time. I had only thirty minutes to get to college.

I rushed to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and combed my hair. I grabbed my backpack, put on my shoes, and headed out the door.

I arrived at the gate to the university, feeling a mixture of nervousness and dread. I was just about to walk through when I heard someone calling my name.

"Hey, Dahlia!" I heard Levie call out.

I turned around to see her waving at me from across the way. As she approached me, a mischievous smile slowly graced her face.

"So, did you actually hook up with a guy last night?" she asked.

"What? No! Of course not," I replied, feeling taken aback.

But Levie wasn't satisfied. She grabbed my collar. "Then what are these?" she asked, a smirk on her face.

"What?" I couldn’t see what she was talking about, but I somehow had an idea.

"What do you mean by what? I know a hickey when I see one. And, Dahlia, you have three of them."

I was shocked. I had no idea when I got those hickeys, or even how I got them.

"I had no idea!"

"Oh, common, Dahlia. You know I don’t judge."

Levie continued to tease me about it, making me feel more and more embarrassed and uncomfortable.

We finally made it to our first class together, but Levie's voice caught our professor’s attention, and every so often, his gaze would land on me and Levie. I tried to focus on his words, but my mind was elsewhere. I was thinking about the hickeys, the blood on the sheet, and the dream I had.

When class finally ended, the professor approached me. "Ms. Clarke," Professor Green said, "I'd like to see you in my office."

"Okay, Mr. Green." I swallowed hard, trying to keep my nerves in check.

Levie leaned in and whispered, "Be careful, Dahlia. I heard Mr. Green is a horny man."

"Shut up, Levie."

 I was immediately stumped and frightened to death.

Why did Mr. Green ask me to go to his office?