DRIFTED AWAY

𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖𝙝'𝙨 𝙋𝙊𝙑:

 I yanked the mask from his face. " Who the hell are you?" I screamed. 

But his face was vaguely familiar. I have somewhere seen him. But I couldn't remember where. My head started throbbing as I tried to think about it. 

" You can call me Rocky," he said. 

Rocky? Suddenly, fragments of images started flashing in my mind. I recalled dancing around the pole with him. Cece was applauding me as I danced with him. She even made me drink some shots. 

So yesterday night I was in a strip club with Cece! I must have drunk too much. That explains my blackout. But how did I end up on the Caribbean island? I don't remember anything more than dancing with this stripper and drinking.

" What happened, baby? Why are you silent?" he asked me.

" Can't you see it, Rocky? She is just hungover. Come on let's go and have fun in the sun," said the blonde girl.