Chapter 15: The S In My Name Stands For Stupid

Sunn's POV

Feeling like a fish out of water I trotted Downtown looking for a distraction. Everything that happened this morning seemed to be a whirlwind of events. The image of Tsuki's reddened cheek was still oh so fresh in my mind. I had wanted to tear Keenan's head off there and then but it was the stillness of Tsuki's voice that had stopped me from doing so. If you asked me I think she was plain stupid for not allowing me to defend her. I would have taught the bastard a lesson.

Speaking of the devil….

Would you believe the culprit sat outside of a garden restaurant looking completely unbothered munching on his food? As if. I felt my cheeks flush with anger as I stormed over to where he sat. I didn't care if I caused a scene or not. I hated people who preyed on other people just because they were weaker. I ought to just snap this fool's neck for what he had done earlier. Tsuki didn't deserve to be treated like that.

My anger felt so real that the only thing I could see all over was just red. In a blinded rage I greeted him with my right fist connecting to his nose. I heard a crunching noise but I still wasn't satisfied. Not even when I saw a small trickle of blood leak out of his nose. Oh, no. I wanted him to hurt like Tsuki had. His chair tilted over causing me to topple over into his lap. My fists landed punch after punch on his stupidly attractive face. This would teach him.

For a moment he seemed too stunned to do anything but then reality hit him. I should probably give Doctor Leslie her praises though because the Benzodiazepines was a beautiful dream come true. It worked like a charm. Otherwise I would have suffered a traumatic experience and talk about embarrassing!

"You stupid bitch," he managed to bellow out in between my punches. He was now using his hands as a shield so it was a little harder for me to punch him where it would hurt. Never mind that. My hands travelled the length of him until I found his prized possession and clamped my fingers around it as hard as I could producing a scream fit for a horror movie from him. Hmm, I loved the feeling of my fingers squashing a limp ding-a-ling.

Suddenly I was ripped from off of him and I was fuming at whomever had dared to intervene. "Young lady!" I heard a woman's voice admonish. I rolled my eyes. I didn't care. Keenan had everything coming to him and more. "Let me go!" I fumed, my hands and legs wailing in the air. The grip on me tightened and I did everything I could to not show that it hurt. To show any sign of weakness was sure to be the undoing of me.

Keenan got up and wiped blood from off of his face with a napkin he withdrew from his pocket. I smiled at my handiwork, noticing that he had small abrasions all over his handsomely arrogant face. I did get the little bastard good. "I'm pressing charges against you," he snarled nastily, coming up in my face. I scoffed. As if. I spat in his face. He would have beat me to a pulp if someone hadn't held on to him there and then.

Whatever.

I was used to men like Keenan, they were all bark and no bite. I should know. I had dated one myself for the greater part of my life and the heartbreak that followed afterward completely destroyed me. Somehow, he had the ability to make me feel as if I was never good enough. I was constantly second guessing my worth, wondering what I could do to make him love me. Wondering how I could have been more "perfect" for him. And how top of that I was literally battling my inner demons. He was an ungrateful schmuck.

Him leaving was a blessing in disguise, though it took me long after to see it that way. I was left to scoop up the broken pieces of my life and remind myself who the fuck I was; apparently I had forgotten for the entire ten years that we were together. And no, that wasn't the reason I had turned homosexual either. It did help to enhance my decision though.

Instantaneously, I became aware of how much ravage we, er- I had caused. There were broken plates everywhere and the table was split into half. Whatever. I wasn't that troubled by the damages. I knew I could pay for everything that I had destroyed. And I could possibly pay for a lawsuit too, if the fool did decide to carry out with his threat.

I tried to shrug the hands off of me since they still held me in place even though I had calmed down considerably. The hands released me and Keenan was still chatting his mouth off. See, I told you, all bark and no bite. I knew his type all too well. I was getting ready to leave when Keenan had the gall to stop me. "You are going to wait for the police to get here," he instructed in a cold tone.

I narrowed my eyes to slits fully prepared to argue back with him when something else caught my attention. Or rather someone cut me off.

"Babe, oh my gosh! What happened to you?"

Concerned hands were flung over Keenan's broad shoulders. Worry was etched all over the girl's delicate features when she inspected the cuts further. "You need a doctor," she went on.

If I was in a coma that perfume was sure to bring me back. I had spent two wonderful days getting to know the person associated with that tantalizing fragrance. She made me feel as if we had known each other for years and not merely just days. She made me feel like she was the missing piece from my life.

But I refused to see the scene displayed before me for what it was. Because no flipping way did I not just see Tsuki wrap her arms around Keenan's neck and gush over him as a mother would gush over her child. I felt embarrassed to say the least. Embarrassed and stupid.

Here she was doting on the man who had publicly humiliated her just hours ago! I felt like a damn fool for defending her when she was here casually having lunch with that said man.

What the actual fuck?

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