Sebastian Hales is a detective for the LAPD. Something he and his friend Jaxon trained for since the police academy. He had a house and a beautiful wife that he had been with for eight years. Till it all came crashing down around him with one big mi...
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Lenny's POV I smile at Mrs Holoworth and hand her the leash to Frankie. "Thanks so much, Lenny," she says. "I never get any time anymore to walk her."
I nod. She passes me some cash and then walks back into her house.
I make my way home and burst through the door. I pop the cash in my jar under the sink and then look around the house for Seb.
I saw his car in the driveway so he must be back from court.
Chelsea was his wife. Liv told me she cheated on him and now is carrying his best friend's child. How could you do that to someone like Seb? He's so kind and caring.
I hear his shower running, so I head back into the living room and watch some tv.
He walks out in sweats and sits beside me. He looked visibly stiff and his eyes were glaring.
Did he not get the annulment?
I tap my fingers on my thigh worriedly. "Can I turn on the hockey?" He asks. I nod and hand him the remote.
He switches the channel and sits back watching the hockey.
I look at the clock and see that it's 3:30 pm. Too early to start dinner.
"We got the annulment," he says suddenly. "She then begged me not to do this. Like it was my fault."
I give him a sad smile. I'm sorry.
He scoffs. "It makes me so mad because we were trying," he says. "We were supposed to have a baby."
I take his hand and squeeze it. You would've been a great dad.
He smiles. "I think I'm starting to catch on to your body language," he says. "I feel like we can talk."
I bite my bottom lip. I wish I could talk to you.
"We can," he whispers. "We will just have to do it a different way."
I nod.
"How was your dog walking today?" He asks.
I huff. The stupid dog pulled me most of the way.
"I warned you about Frankie," he laughs. "She's a big girl."
I glare at him. I can't help that I'm tiny.
He still laughs shaking his head. The silence was comfortable now that he let it all out.
After the game finished I realised we were still holding hands.
I think Liv is right. I think I like Seb.
That scares me.
* *Trigger warning abuse* "Where are you?" I hear the taunting voice. "I know you're in here you little whore."
I sob into my hand, curling in a ball under my bed. I scream as he pulls me out from under the bed and kicks me in the stomach. He gets on top of me and holds my hands above my head.
"You're fucking little bitch," he says spitting on my face.
"Get off me please," I cry.
"Don't talk unless I say so," he screams in my face. A deviant smirk crosses his face. "Or maybe you shouldn't be able to speak at all."
I struggle underneath him and sob uncontrollably as he grabs a knife and holds it to my neck.
I gasp awake and feel like I can barely breathe. I clutch my neck and take calming breaths but it wasn't working. I get out of bed and fall into the hallway. Seb must've heard the loud thud cause he runs out of his room.
He was by my side immediately. "What's wrong?" He asks.
I gasp for breath.
"You're having a panic attack," he says. He panics for a moment before grabbing me in his arms and whispering in my ear.
My breaths become steady and now I was only hiccuping.
He moves us to his room where he cuddles me to his chest. He only ever slept in his boxer briefs.
Chelsea was so lucky.
"Did you have another nightmare?" He whispers. I nod into his chest. "About your dad?"
"Yeah," I try to say but nothing comes out. A blow out a frustrated breath.
He starts running his fingers through my hair and it felt nice. I close my eyes in content and it slowly lulls me to sleep.
I didn't have another nightmare.
I wake up to a blind being open. But then I felt Seb's arm still wrapped around me. I tense and poke him in the rib. He grumbles something under his breath and turns around.
That's when he gets the light in his eyes. They open slowly and he springs from his bed. He looked mad. "What the fuck are you doing here?" He snaps.
I sit up and clutch my knees to my chest and see another man. He had blonde hair and he was very lanky but tall. I've never seen this guy.
I have suspicions that this is the old best friend.
"I came here to talk to you," he says. "Didn't think I'd find you in bed with some other tramp."
I pout. Rude.
"Don't call her that," Seb snaps. "And what I do is no concern to you anymore."
