The Moon Knows It All !!!

Chapter 5

I woke up with rain hitting my face in big drops. Uh! I sit up and glanced around. There is no trace of the sun to depict it to be morning. I opened my cigarette box and lit one. I stood up and walked to the shed of room, smoking away any emotion. I must forget him completely. I will. One day.

I walked inside after rain started pouring heavily. The living room was still dark. I flicked on the lights and see a figure in my kitchen. I opened the side drawer and pulled out my knuckles, wearing it on my right hand and slowly walked forward. "Hey, hotness" "Suga? What are you doing here?" I forgot he was upstairs while I was soaking myself in rain. I sneaked the knuckles in my back pocket and walked into the kitchen.

"I woke up and did not see you anywhere. I wanted to leave but then I saw you sprawled in the backyard. You looked like a baby who lost a war. Why are you so troubled love? Come here, you want some coffee?"

"No, I am fine. I will go take a bath." I turned to leave, but he pulled me in his arms.

"What-"

"Don't go alone, I want to accompany you in the shower" Suga whispered in my ears and licked my neck and behind the ear. I smirked and smiled a little for him. "Have your coffee Sugar, and get the fuck out of my house. I don't want to scrub your brains off my floor and walls."

He laughed at me, tilted his head, and said, "Don't you dare call me that. I am not Sugar, its Suga."

"Whatever", I smirked and turned to walk away.

He pounced on me, grabbing my hair and shoved me against the kitchen counter while locking my left hand between my legs. He grabbed my right hand and twisted it behind my back. He bent down on me, pushing himself on me. "I know you have knuckles in your pocket but remember what I have in my pants is far more dangerous than that piece of metal. I can shoot you right here. I know what you have been up to. Come to the back alley of the same bar tonight, I have something for you."

I was growling at his attempts but I saw him, picking his hat and jacket and walking out my front door. I rubbed my wrist, the bruises of my cut were hurting because of how hard Suga had twisted my wrist. I know what he means. I knew something like this would happen.