Territorial

Chapter One // When can I move in?

Song- Let it happen By TAME IMPALA

LYRAS POV

This was it. I had finally done it.

After months of trying to escape the grasp of that disgusting man I once loved I was finally free. At least I thought I loved him. His name was Samuel Kingsley. He was a police officer. Ironic really since he probably broke the law more than the criminals he brought down.

I met him a year after I left university, he lived in the same apartment block as me in Louisiana. How could I describe him when I first met him? Charming, undeniably good looking and kind. It was all a mask for the monster he really was. After about a month we talked more, got to know each other, often coincidently bumped into each other at the coffee shop I went to after work. He also seemed to be wherever I was. When he asked me out on a date I was ecstatic, I couldn't believe what such a handsome guy would want with me.

I thought I was the luckiest girl alive. We went to a fancy restaurant where he had me swooning all night. I knew back then that I was deep under his spell. That night after the date he wanted to have sex. I told him that I didn't want to rush but of course with his alluring charms he got what he wanted. After a few weeks we spent less time together during the day and more time during the night doing what he wanted. He said it was because of his work but It never bothered me really.

After 2 months he asked me to move in with him and obviously I did just to spend as much time with him as possible. This is where it started to go downhill.

I started to realise that this wasn't really a relationship. I was just his toy and I let him use me. One night he came home late and high and it wasn't the first time. He staggered around the flat completely ignoring my presence and I confronted him.

FLASHBACK

"Sam we need to talk," I folded my arms and stood tall in front of him showing how serious I was.

"Not now Lyra, go to sleep," he slumped on the kitchen stool and flicked open a bottle of whiskey leaning his head on the table after a big swig.

"I don't think this is going to work anymore"

"What the fuck are you on about?" He remained uninterested and took another big swig of whiskey not sparing me a glance. I strode over to him, standing right in front of his eyeline making sure I had his full attention.

"I mean I'm ending this."

"Like hell you are," I squinted my eyes at him as if asking if he's actually serious. His focus was still on his damn whiskey.

"Yes I am Sam, I've been too naïve to realise that I am just your fuck toy these days, I don't know what happened to us but it isn't what I signed up for," I turned away from him, knowing that getting a response was going to be a lost cause, so I headed to bedroom ready to pack my things. Suddenly, I stinging pain formed at the back of my head as my hair was being pulled back. I looked up and saw Sam with a deadly frown on his face was dragging me by my hair back to the kitchen. I tried pulling at his hands to make him stop but it was no use.

"Sam s-stop ahh," the pain became unbearable and he sent a kick my stomach letting go of my hair and leaving me curled up on the floor. "What the hell is wrong with you?" I immediately regretted my question as he  swung a punch right into my jaw making me fall back from the impact. I felt the tears brimming in my eyes and my breathes were struggling to come out.

"The next time you ever disobey and disrespect me like that, I will put you in a fucking hospital do you understand?" He bellowed not even facing me and going back to his whiskey.