“Sometimes we want the reality to be a dream and sometimes the dream a reality!”
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With a tiny bit of sanity left inside my head, I felt being lifted by powerful arms and carried out of the pub. As we exited the pub I was hearing the muffled music and the more we got further it was gradually fading away.
Slowly blinking my eyes, gazing up at the person's face, I was trying to capture the face of the man whose arms I was in, but his face was concealed behind those masks. So, I got only the view of his pink lips. If he had let me get the view of his face then I would have probably unmasked myself but when he didn’t bother to show his face I thought I too had no need of doing it.
While sometimes some things are better kept masked I guess. Because I knew the other day when I woke up with no effect of ten tequila shots, I xertzed I would unquestionably regret it. I would not want to face the person who escorted me out of the pub. And wearing the mask before entering the pub I think was the best thing about that pub.
The next thing I remember was being mildly tucked on the soft bed. When the person was about to leave, I remember grasping his wrist and pleading, “Please don’t go! I need you.”
“Take some rest!” His melodious voice drifted around the air and hit my eardrum making me smile.
Getting up, I pulled him in my embrace and hugged him tight, quivering, “please, please I need you. I need to teach him a lesson. Please don’t go.”
“You will regret this tomorrow,” I was hearing his whisper near my ear, and gripping my arms he was trying to part away.
But I had no intention of letting him go, so I gripped him more tightly. “No, I won’t. I won’t regret anything. Please…”
Nonchalantly, he pulled away and looked deep into my eyes. I got lost in his blue eyes and the second his lips were pressed against mine I shut my eyes tight.
I wanted to flow with the rhythm and let the things happen on their own and as expected it did happen. I remember being struck by him between my legs getting the blur vision of his face buried behind that mask.
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“Ah! Who the hell did dare to pull the curtains away? Put it back, right now,” when my good sleep was abruptly disturbed by the beam of sunlight falling on my eyes, I retorted in annoyance.
With no idea of where I was and with whom I was, I was yelling. Speaking candidly, I didn’t even care about any of it. I just wanted a good morning's sleep. That's it, nothing more than that.
‘I was at least obliged to expect that much, right?’
But this expectation didn’t last long, the moment reality smacked my head and made me realize the thing that I had done the other night after getting wasted with ten tequila shots. Opening my eyes at once, I blinked twice before getting up and glancing around. All I could see was the back of a person exiting the room shutting the door behind him.
“No… no… no this is not happening,” muttering in panic, I glanced down simply to discover my nude body.
The feeling of a thunderbolt striking me stimulated seeing my condition. As I rubbed my forehead in nervousness, I found out that I was still wearing the mask.
My virginity taker seemed like he was just interested only in my body, not in my face. That must be the reason for me to be wearing a mask on my face rather than my clothes.
Hastily yanking the duvet and pressing it against my chest, I rushed out of the room to find the person with whom I had my one-night stand, but all I got to heed was the vacant corridor. With a heavy heart, I paced back to the room and plunged my butt on the soft bed.
'What did you do, Quynh? What did you do? You were not supposed to do that. You spent a night with a stranger, lost your long-saved virginity. Now you are no less than Joe. Aren't you?' the voice inside me commenced screeching.
Hot tears surged below my eyelids as a regret of getting drunk and losing sentience. The feeling of losing my virginity with a stranger and not remembering his face was making me feel ashamed of myself. The hangover in my head was making me feel like I was in a dream and I wanted it to be a dream so badly.
With difficulty, I stood on my feet and staggered to the washroom. Turning on the shower, I stood under it for a long period of time. After crying my heart out, I stepped out of the washroom with a little bit of a light heart.
Standing in front of the mirror, I was towel drying my hair lost peering at the hickeys on my collar bone. The more I was trying to recall what exactly happened, the more my head was hurting, getting the blurred vision of the person who picked me up and walked me out of the pub.
I just was able to remember the ten tequila shots xerting one after another and blur vision of getting struck by a stranger. There was not even the slightest hint of the person which could make me recognize him.
Suddenly my eyes fell on the mask tossed on the bed that I was wearing the other night. I grabbed the mask and caressed it.
The blue feather on its left side was soft and smooth. Suddenly I noticed out of three feathers one was missing. Just the way I had lost my other half it too had lost its other half.
The sudden ring of my cell phone winced me and pulled me out of my reveries. Keeping the mask aside, I searched around for my cell phone. Grabbing it from beneath the bed, I took a glance at the caller ID.
But soon after I got the view of it my heart leaped along with disgust arising. Even though I didn’t want to answer it, I had no other option. So clearing my throat and adjusting my mood, I pressed the answer key.
“Hey! Babe, where are you?” came Joe’s voice soon after I pressed the cell phone against my ear.
