Daddy Biker, Ride me

~ Harley ~ “Are you f*****g kidding me right now?” The words rip out of my mouth before my brain can catch them, sharp and ugly and loud enough to make my throat burn. Finn freezes mid-thrust. Audrey freezes under him. For half a second, nobody moves. Like the universe glitched. Like this s**t might rewind if I blink hard enough. It doesn’t. Finn’s hands are still on her hips. Audrey’s nails are still dug into his back. My best friend’s bra is hanging off the lamp like a joke with no punchline. And they’re on my bed. My goddamn bed. “Oh my God, Harley,” Audrey blurts, scrambling to sit up, hair a mess, mascara already smudged like she knew this moment was coming. “It’s not what it looks like.” I laugh. It comes out cracked. Mean. “Cool,” I say. “So you’re naked in my bed for charity work?” Finn finally pulls away from her, fumbling for his boxers like dignity might still be lying on the floor somewhere. He looks annoyed before he looks guilty, which tells me everything I need to know. “Why are you back so early I thought?you went to the store” he snaps. That’s when something inside me really f*****g breaks. “It’s my birthday,” I say slowly. “You forgot again, didn’t you?” I gave you a chance to bring out my birthday present as I strolled to the store. Audrey makes a small sound, like she wants to disappear into the mattress. Finn doesn’t even look at her. He’s staring at me like I’m the problem. Like I walked in at the wrong time instead of walking in on betrayal with a side of bullshit. “Don’t start,” he says. “This is already a mess.” “A mess,” I repeat. “You’re f*****g my friend in my bed and you’re worried about the mess.” He sighs. Actually sighs. Like I’m exhausting him. “Look, Harley, let’s not make this dramatic.” The laugh that comes out of me this time is wild. Unhinged. I feel it crawling up my spine. “You’re inside my best friend,” I say. “I think we passed dramatic about three thrusts ago.” Audrey gasps. Finn’s jaw tightens. “You’re being disgusting,” he snaps. “No,” I shoot back. “I’m being accurate.” He finally gets his boxers on and stands, arms crossed, posture defensive. He doesn’t apologize. He doesn’t look ashamed. He looks relieved. Like this saves him the trouble of pretending anymore. “You weren’t giving me anything,” he says. “What did you expect?” The words hit harder than the image did. I swallow. “What the f**k does that mean?” He rolls his eyes. God, he actually rolls his eyes. “You’re eighteen, Harley. Still a virgin. Still acting like s*x is some sacred f*****g ritual,” he says. “I’m a guy. I have needs.” Audrey whispers my name, but I don’t look at her. If I do, I might actually break something. Or someone. “So you f****d my friend,” I say. “That was the solution.” “She was there,” Finn shrugs. “And at least she doesn’t act like she’s scared of her own body.” Something hot and violent ignites in my chest. “You knew,” I say, finally turning to Audrey. “You knew I loved him.” Her eyes fill with tears instantly. Real or fake, I don’t give a s**t. “I didn’t plan it,” she says. “It just happened.” I laugh again. Louder. “Yeah, that’s usually how betrayal works.” Finn scoffs. “Don’t act like you’re some prize, Harley. You’re lucky I waited this long.” That’s when he really f***s up. “You should be grateful,” he adds. “Most guys wouldn’t stick around for a girl who won’t even put out. You’re eighteen and still untouched. That’s not cute. That’s pathetic.” The room goes quiet. Too quiet. I feel it then. That snap. That clean, sharp break inside my chest. Not pain. Not sadness. Clarity. “Get dressed,” I say. Finn frowns. “What?” “You,” I say, pointing at Audrey. “Get dressed. Both of you. I want you out of my f*****g room.” “You’re overreacting,” Finn says. I step forward. One step. Then another. My hands are shaking, but my voice isn’t. “Get out,” I say. “Before I start throwing things that don’t belong to me.” Audrey scrambles for her clothes, hands clumsy, movements frantic. Finn watches me like he’s deciding whether to push back or back down. “Where are you going to go?” he sneers. “Cry to your aunt?” I smile. It’s not a nice one. “I don’t know,” I say. “But wherever I go, I won’t be wasting another second on a jack-ass who f***s my friend and calls me pathetic for having boundaries.” “Harley” Audrey starts. “Don’t,” I snap. “Don’t say my name like we’re still friends.” She flinches. Good. They leave ten minutes later. Finn slams the door like he’s the victim. Audrey doesn’t look back. My room feels too small once they’re gone. Like the walls are closing in. Like everything smells wrong. I stand there for a second, then another, staring at the rumpled sheets and his precum stains on my bed. My phone buzzes in my hand. A birthday notification. Some automated bullshit reminder that today is supposed to be special. I let out a shaky laugh. “f**k this birthday,” I mutter. I grab my jacket. My keys. My pride, what’s left of it. I don’t pack. I don’t plan. I don’t think. I just leave. The night air slaps me awake as soon as I step outside. Cold. Loud. Alive. My heart is still pounding like it’s trying to outrun the humiliation burning under my skin. I don’t want comfort. I don’t want safety. I want noise. I want lights. I want to do something so reckless it drowns out Finn’s voice in my head. I flag down a ride, give an address I’ve never gone to before, and sink back into the seat as the city buildings blurs past. Somewhere between rage and adrenaline, I make a decision. If I’m going to burn tonight, I’m not doing it quietly. And I sure as hell am not going home. The car pulls up in front of a club glowing red and gold, bass thumping through the pavement like a heartbeat. I pay, step out, and look up at the door. My hands stop shaking. Whatever waits for me inside, it can’t be worse than what I just walked out of. I straighten my shoulders and walk in. The music swallows me whole.