The Moon Knows It All !!!

Chapter 15

I don't know how long I was out but a sharp pain in my chest woke me up.

Splash...

I felt about a gallon of water splashed against my face. God damn it. I fluttered my eyes open gasping for air. It took me a few seconds to analyze the situation and my surroundings. I am still in my home but not inside. I am in the scrap room that my father used to keep his whiskey stock when I was a child. It was way at the back and was quite hidden. The room was no joke when I say it was a secret hideout for him. We knew about the place but no one in our neighborhood had any idea. The entrance was completely covered with trees and vines surrounding the area giving it a hideous look.

I was sitting on a wooden chair with my hands and legs tied to the chair. The ropes were tightly secured and my bruised wrist had started bleeding now. Breathing heavily, I scanned the room properly this time. There must be 12-15 men in the room, all dressed in black. None of them looked like carrying heavy ammunition but I am sure they must be hiding a few knives or guns with them. I must not entice them or I might get in bigger trouble. I looked up at the guy who had just splashed me with water. He stood in front of me with a smirk on his face. I do not recognize him but I recognize the tattoo on his biceps. It's scorpion-skull. I have seen the tattoo before.

I was bewildered, this cannot be. Even with the shock and my conditions, my mind was working its way to get loose.

"So, now you have woken up, let's talk." I heard a voice coming out from a dark corner. The room was not very well lit and there were a couple of corners that depicted a dark dungeon corner. "What's wrong? You cannot face your victim?" I instantly regretted the words. My stupid big mouth. The guy behind me had a wire wound up on my neck that he tightens at my words. "'Loyal Dogs, eh" I spoke and the grip tightened again.

"It's ok, release her throat. I admire her mouth." The man came out of the dark and my eyes widened. It can't be. I saw the exact same tattoo on Suga, Namjoon, and all others including my brother. Was it all a play? Am I being played, again?

"Y...You... You?" my words shivered more than me. "How? Why? What? NO..." I cannot form my words. Please tell me I am wrong and it is not my brother Kyungsoo standing in front of me with an evil smirk and puffing on his cigar. A tear rolled down my eyes.

"This cannot be you. No, No. I am dreaming. It is the worst nightmare and I must wake up." I mumbled under my breath. Same second, I received a slap across my cheek and I fell along with the chair on my sides. My elbow crashed against the floor and an electric shock ran through my whole hand making it immensely painful. My head hit the floor too and blood drew. I did not move any further. Kyungsoo strolled to my side and squat down.

"I am no brother. I am no son. My family is not alive. My life is mine. Get the fuck out of the town. Or next time, I will find you no matter what rat-hole you find in this town to live. Next time, I will burn you alive. Do you understand?" He said and stood up, towering over me. I closed my eyes trying to control my tears and wishing it to be just a bad-bad nightmare. It's not. I felt his shoe on my bleeding hand crushing it more against the chair handle.

I cannot believe my brother will do that to me. The brother I saved from my father. The brother I loved more than my life. Is it my punishment for hurting him 5 years ago? It can't be. He is not my brother. He is some Wang Son, I do not know about. My baby brother cannot do that to me. Sure we fought a lot. But that guy used to put antiseptics on my scaled hands when I would sleep dead tired after an 18-hour work shift with multiple jobs. That guy will never crush my bleeding wrist bringing me more pain. He is not my Kyungsoo. The last of his men were laughing and kicking me in my stomach before leaving in turns. The last one indeed hit my other hand making quite a deep crack on the chair-arm. I think my arm broke too. 

I sobbed in the same state. When I felt like they will not be coming back, I started fidgeting in the chair. The other arm of the chair was almost broken. I cannot stay here anymore. Nobody knows where I am. I cursed myself internally for running away from Suga. If only I stayed with him for just one more night.

I started elbowing the chair arm again. After many attempts, it broke. I slid my hand out from the broken piece. Finally, my one arm was free but in excruciating pain. I untied the knot on my other hand freeing both of them. A pang of pain shot in my wrist. A small nail from the chair was embed in my slit wound. I gritted my teeth and pulled it out. God, the pain is just unbearable. Tears rolled out my eyes with continuous flow and I cursed myself a lot. The physical pain was very similar to what I was feeling inside.

I have to save myself. Fuck. I tore my shirt and tied the cloth on my wound. My head was bleeding too and now it's very difficult to make out anything in front of me. I closed my eyes and bent to find the knots on my legs. I untied myself and straddled out of the chair. Before I lose my conscious, I should get out of this room. I was dragging myself on the floor and trying to get to the door. But it felt like more I dragged toward the door, it would move farther away. Ok! My mind is playing games with me.

I somehow reached the door in what felt like hours. I clung to the door and pulled myself up. The door was not locked but latched from outside. I started pushing and pulling the door with all my might. After a few pushes, the latch opened and I got out. It was in the late afternoon. He had given me the last chance and I am not wasting it. I sprawled outside on the ground as soon as I created enough space for myself. I looked up and felt myself fainting.

My head spun as I looked at the sky. I can smell dead fire but I don't see anything charred. I could not hold up anymore. As soon as I tried to walk, my legs could not move and I fell to the ground face first.  Before I know it, I blacked out again.