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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Seb's POV I slept great again last night. I don't know what it is with this girl, she just relaxes me.
Till this fucking asshole ruined it.
"She's 19," I state.
"You growl at Chelsea for cheating, but here you are a day later in bed with some other girl," Colin says.
"One Chelsea had sex with you," I say. "Leena and I were cuddling because she had a panic attack and I lulled her to sleep. Secondly, I can do whatever I want. We are divorced now. You were there."
"We need to get over this," Colin says. "We have been friends for years, Seb."
"Yeah, and I saved your fucking life," I growl. "Which is why I find it hard to comprehend that you did this to me. How could you do this to me?"
"Cause I love her," Colin says. "I couldn't control it, man."
"You know what's so funny," I say. "That if you just told me in the beginning I would've let you have her. I would've stepped back."
Colin slumps his head. "I know."
"So you can say all you want that we need to get over this," I say. "But I'm a loyal person and if you can't be the same then you have no place in my life."
"Don't be like this man," Colin says.
"You need to leave," I say.
"At least have lunch with us," Colin says. "So we can talk."
"I have said what I needed to say," I state. "And I have heard enough. So go be a happy family and leave me out of it."
Colin glances over at Leena. "Fine, I will leave you to your prostitute."
He storms out of my room and then seconds later the front door slam.
I run my fingers through my hair angrily and then punch a hall in the wall. I look back at Leena who was now sitting on the end of the bed looking at me worriedly. "I'm sorry I got angry," I apologise.
She does nothing. No emotion was on her face as she grabbed my hand and lead me to the bathroom. She rinsed my hand off as my knuckles were now bleeding and then rubs some gauze over it.
"Thanks," I whisper.
She nods.
"I got so mad that he called you those things," I state. "He shouldn't of and I should've made him apologise."
She raises an eyebrow at me. And how would've you done that?
"Yeah, you wouldn't have liked that," I murmur.
She nods in affirmation.
I don't know why I did it but I lean over and kiss her forehead. As I pull away we make eye contact and she smiles.
I am way over my head.
* I walk into my childhood home and hug my dad. "How are you, big man?" I ask.
"I resent that," he huffs.
I pat his beer belly and walk into the kitchen to find my mum. She was in there with my older sister, most likely gossiping. Probably about me.
"Are my ears burning?" I question. Mum spins around and envelopes me in a hug.
"Oh honey," she murmurs. "I'm so sorry."
"Don't be," I say. "I'm over it."
"I can't believe Colin did that to you," my sister, Tracey says. "He did you so dirty."
"He was there in the courtroom," I say. "The judge sided with me quickly after that."
"What a bitch," Tracey says.
I shrug and plop down on a stool. "How's your life going?"
"Could be better but I'm not complaining to you," she says.
"Well you can," I say.
"Well I've been staying here the last few days," Tracey states. "Michael is being an asshole again."
"Why didn't you ask me?" I ask.
"You were going through something," she says. "Didn't think you'd want your annoying older sister there."
"I have a spare-" I stop mid-sentence. "Never mind."
Tracey smirks. "Someone else using your spare room?"
"Are Jaxon and Liv fighting?" Mum gasps. See they love their gossip.
"No," I huff. "Leena has been sleeping there."
"Leena?" Tracey questions.
"She is this homeless girl I found sleeping in some smoker lady's shed," I state. "I just couldn't take her to a shelter knowing she would end up on the street again."
"And this Leena," Tracey says. "Is she pretty?"
"Yeah, she is," I admit. "She's young though."
"How young?" Mum questions.
"19," I answer.
Tracey whistles. "She's legal though."
I glare at her. "That's not the point."
"What does she look like?" Mum asks.
"She has blonde hair," I state and then flip my sister off when she says of course. "Her eyes are two different colours. One green and one blue. She was petite when I met her, but now she's been eating she's been putting on some good weight."
"Does she have an angelic voice?" Tracey asks.
"She can't speak," I say. "I don't know what happened but she has scarring around her neck."
"That's so sad," Mum whispers.
I nod. "Liv and I think her dad abused her."
"I don't understand how a parent could do that to their child," Mum snaps. "It makes me sick!"
