I decided to leave the car at work today and walk home. The weather was warm and it was a nice night so why the hell not? As I exited the club I waved goodbye to a few of the lads while putting my headphones in, 'Someone Like You' by Adele being the first song to play. How fitting. I sighed and skipped the song, I wasn't in the moping mood. The next artist came on, Mumford and Sons 'Little Lion Man' blaring loudly in my ears as I walked out the gates - my hands sliding into my pockets as I started walking back toward my flat, deciding to cut through the park for a more scenic route.

I walked for maybe ten minutes before I made it to the park, the large green fields with large trees replacing the brick buildings and concrete roads. It was peaceful here, large blossom trees framed this part of the path - the wind jostling a few of the pink buds loose, being carried in the breeze before landing on the ground in front of me. Creating a pretty pink carpet. As I got lost in my thoughts, the music beat loud in my ears which aided in creating wild scenarios in my head, continuously replaying mine and Teds last interaction. It was so different to how he was at the hotel. He acted like we were strangers. That night after the benefit, we shared so much, not just physically but emotionally too - I showed my vulnerable side to him and that's not something I like to do very often. I even debated going to his flat, banging on the door and demanding he tell me what the fuck was wrong with him but he was going through a rough divorce and I shouldn't expect him to forget about all that and focus all his attention on me. It's not that I even wanted all his attention, I just wanted him to acknowledge what happened between us. I took out my phone again and looked at the same message I sent yesterday, the same 'read' text in grey underneath my blue bubble. I growled in irritation before stopping at a bench and dropping heavily into it, my legs stretching out in front of me before I brought them to my chest, my chin resting on my knees as I watched a couple stroll past, their hands clasped tightly in each others as they gazed longingly at each other.

Usually I would react to that with a quiet gag or a screwed up nose because I have the maturity level of a six year old but today? Today I felt that love and I long for it. I sighed as the sun finally laid itself to rest, the sky being replaced with a dark blanket and a white moon.

"Amy?"

I sat there oblivious before I felt a hand on my shoulder which caused me to scream and jump up, pulling my headphones out my ears so I could hear whoever just touched me.

"Jesus Amy, would you calm the fuck down?!"

Jamie stood behind the bench, the large lamp that towered above him showering him in a golden haze.

"Fucking hell Jamie, you shouldn't creep up on people like that!" My heart was still in my throat, beating ferociously as I tried to steady my breathing.

"I didn't mean to, why you so jumpy anyway?" He came and sat on the bench and I let out a deep breath, moving and sitting down beside him. He knew a little about my ex but nothing in great detail, I'm not even sure if his tiny egotistical brain could handle that information.

"Im a woman alone in a park. Of course I'm jumpy." I said, hiding the real reason. I mean what I said wasn't a lie but it didn't have the whole truth in regards to I was scared of one man in particular.

"Ah yeah, makes sense." He nodded, his hair flopping over his eyes before he slides his fingers through it and off his face. "Why you sitting on a bench at night then if you're so on edge?"

I shrugged, putting my headphones in my pocket. "Needed the fresh air I guess."

He didn't say anything after that, we kinda just sat in silence for a couple of minutes before he slapped his hands against his knees before pushing himself into a standing position.

"Well this was fun, see ya tomorrow yeah?"

I nodded and gave him a small smile before he jogged away. I took that as a good time to head home too, it's not a great idea to be out here for too long alone. The drunks from Maes pub will start to crawl out the shadows and I do not need to be in that situation.

I got up and checked my phone one last time before I headed in the opposite direction to Jamie, walking a little quicker back to my home.

I got to my flat, kicking closed my door with my foot before locking the door and putting on the chain. I yawned as I walked to the kitchen, placing my phone and keys on the island before trying to switch on the light.

"Weird.." I moved to the switch for the lights underneath the cabinets on the wall and that didn't switch on either. Thankfully in this room the street light in front of my home illuminated the room enough for me to maneuver without slamming my knees and elbows into anything.

"Guess a fuse went." I breathed, turning to grab my phone off the island to use it as a torch but when I reached out, my fingers felt nothing but cold marble.

"What the fuck?"

I was starting to get annoyed now, I swear I put it down right here with my keys and now I can't even find those. I took a few steps into the hallway and kept my hand against the wall. It was a lot darker in this part of the flat but I knew the general area of the fuse box, I just needed to get there without falling over a pair of shoes or catching my foot on the corner of the rug.

"Just what I fucking need today." I growled as I took another tentative step forward, my fingers brushing the smooth wall before it hit something else. I jumped back, my spine pressing against the other side of the hall as I tried peering into the darkness. I reached out again, my hand straight in front of me as my breathing quickened, my heart beat in my ears. Maybe I just hung something up and forgot about it, although I was pretty sure that my coat hook was on the other side of the wall.

For a few moments I felt nothing but air and when I then took another step my palm hit something hard, warm. Alive.

"Nope." I turned to sprint away and I felt a hand reach out, grabbing the hood of my sweatshirt and yanking me back. The front of it pressing into my airway before I was slammed back against the ground. I didn't have a chance to react before I felt a weight on top of me, pinning my arms down as my hips were pressed even harder into the floor. A pain filled wheeze escaping my lips as I tried to see who the fuck was attacking me.

"You're... Mine..."

No. Nope. This isn't happening. This isn't real, I'm having a nightmare.

"C-Chris…?"

I felt hot breath on my cheeks before he grazed his lips against my jaw. I immediately tried to squirm beneath him but he was gigantic in comparison to me.

"You have some making up to do darling."

His voice was filled with darkness, anger, threats. I couldn't help but start to shake in fear beneath his weight.

"Please… Let's just talk about this…" I paused, tears in my eyes as my heartbeat raced in my chest.

"There's nothing to talk about!" He yelled in my face, his spit covering my cheeks as I tried my hardest to sink into the ground, hoping it would swallow me up. "You fucked…" he paused, his voice furious as he pressed his hand into my throat. "The yank… You dirty little whore." His fingers dig deeper into my neck and I tried to scream, my voice breaking off as he cut off my air.

"You aren't going back to him." He used his other hand to wipe the tears off my cheek as i squirmed beneath him, trying to breathe.

"You. Are. Mine."