Territorial

Chapter Eleven // It's not fair

Song: I found by AMBER RUN

LYRA'S POV

I woke up the next morning and immediately the thoughts that clouded my mind the night before, entered my mind again. I couldn't stop thinking about what Nico told me about my dad and I desperately tried to make sense of it all but it was no use. I knew there was only one way to get my answers. I would have to talk to my parents. My mother obviously knew as well since my father had been meeting her since he was 17.

After probably an hour of sitting in bad and thinking hard to myself, I ripped my covers off, determined to get something achieved today. I promised myself id talk to my father today, but not yet, I can't think straight without some chocolate cereal. I remained in my night wear and put my hair up into a messy bun and splashed cold water on my face to fully wake me up. I stepped out the room and immediately felt like stepping back in again. Carmen waltzed down the hallway, only wearing a silky dressing gown, hair messy and faced flushed. When she saw me she let out an overexaggerated sigh of content, showing off the 'great night' she had.

"Hey Lyra," she said passing me with a smirk on her face, twirling a stand of her bright blonde hair.

"Morning Carmen," I replied, plastering a fake smile on my face. I noticed her expression change quickly but she quickly resolved back to her smirk.

"Ross is that kinky huh?" I whipped my head to hers and she saw the confusion slapped on my face. "The whip scars on your back?"

I didn't realise how low cut the shirt was on my back and I immediately let my hair down to cover it. My face was burning with embarrassment and I didn't dare look at Carmen. "Lemme guess, it wasn't Ross," when she said that I thought I heard sincerity in her voice but I probably was very mistaken. When I lifted my head back up, I realised she was walking away and I let out a breath I didn't realise I was holding.

"Morning Lyra," I deep and tired voice behind me makes me jump around to face a shirtless Seb. My eyes couldn't help explore hi body. He had a lean figure with very distinctive and hard muscles. His joggers hung very loosely on his hips but what was underneath them suddenly made my face burn again. The night in the office appears in my thoughts yet again, remembering what I did to him, and most memorably what he did to me. I look back up to his eyes, only to be greeted with his eyes stalking down my bare legs. His eyes rake over me slowly and painfully, knowing that he's seen most of me underneath these clothes. I shifted uncomfortably under his dominating stare.

"Morning to you too." He slips on the top in his hands while strolling towards me. What he does next nearly makes me faint. He stops only inches away from me and grabs just above my wrists very gently. He pulls them forward so he can inspect them and traces the fading bruises around them.

"Wait here." He stalks back round to his room down the other hallway and leaves me in the hallway, my wrists where he left them and my eyebrows more furrowed that they had ever been before. I'm pretty sure I was already getting wrinkles. He quickly returned with a white tube In his hands and propped my wrists up again. He squeezed the tube and a paste came out and he soothingly rubbed it round my wrists. His touch on my skin made me shiver but feel like fire at the same time. I looked up to him, seeing that he was staring straight back into my eyes. I met his gaze and held it for god knows how long. I hadn't even realised that he had stopped rubbing my wrist and was just holding my hands in his. I stare into his blazing eyes, slightly stepping closer to him. There was an array of emotions running through his eyes that it made it impossible to figure out what he was thinking. His eyes suddenly flickered away from mine, immediately dropping my hands and his with it and cleared his throat. "Your bruises should heal in a couple of days, see you later."