𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥'𝐬 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟝𝟘

Lucifer and I got ready after I snuck to his room since he stayed here a lot and grabbed him some clothes. We went over our cover story for him staying the night. He dropped me off late and was too tired to drive back home, so he slept in the guest room. We decided to go down the stairs together so we could both help to make the story believable.

Never did I ever think in my whole life that I would have to make up an excuse for why a boy was staying the night. I never had someone around who cared enough to ask fucking questions, so this is a whole new ballpark.

We walked into the dining room, and everyone was in their seat. "Hey Lucifer," Dad said, lifting his hand from the newspaper and waving at him. I have numerous amounts of questions right at this moment. Since when did mob bosses start reading the fucking newspaper? Second, are we being casual about this?

"You guys going to stand there or eat some fucking breakfast?" Giani said, looking at us just standing there. Both of us walked towards the empty chairs at the end of the table and filled up our plates. We sat in front of Romeo and Gino, who were both staring at us suspiciously.

With all the goddamn secrets I keep, they're suspicious about this. What and the actual fuck?! "I'm going to assume, Lucifer, that you stayed in the guest room?" Dad said passive-aggressively and not even looking up from the newspaper. Lucifer stopped his fork midway towards his mouth, with wide eyes.

Although he quickly recovered and put on a charming smile that seemed to startle everyone. "Of course," Lucifer said. Dad looked up and saw his face.

"You may be like my son, but I'll shoot you until my clip is empty if you hurt my daughter," Dad said, looking at Lucifer with a serious face. I started coughing on my orange juice while Lucifer gulped the food in his mouth down. I started coughing more when I felt a hand on my thigh. Does this man never know when to stop?

His hand kept creeping higher to the point that I put my hand on his thigh and dug my nails into his jeans, hoping to get my point across whelp that didn't happen at all. However, he stopped moving his hand and rested it on my upper thigh, and squeezed every so often during breakfast.

Once we were done, Lucifer grabbed his wallet and phone from upstairs, and I walked him to the front door. "Come to school tomorrow or else," Lucifer said, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me from the entrance of the house and outside. The door closed behind me, and I looked up at Lucifer, who had a seriousness and amusement flashing in his eyes.

"Or what?" I asked, smiling up at him. He acted like he was thinking, bringing his hand up to his face and holding onto his chin, finally faking his epiphany and looking at me seriously now.

"I'll bend you over-," Lucifer started, but I cut him off by kissing him on the lips. It was goodbye until tomorrow, and I could already feel myself missing him. It's like cupid stuck me in the ass with an arrow. However, I'm not complaining; it's just weird to feel attached so quickly.

After he showed me kindness, I sure as fuck didn't deserve the other night when my hand was fucked up, but the cuts were healing quickly, and I could barely feel them. It's nothing compared to broken bones, after all. Lucifer made a one-eighty, or he had always been like this just put up the dickhead facade.

It felt nice to be around him. The air surrounding me didn't feel like it was suffocating me and dragging me back to hell. Ironically, his name is Lucifer.

We said our goodbyes, and I watched Lucifer drive away. The rest of the day, I felt bored, so bored I did the homework I missed this week with all my adventures because, after all, I do need to graduate. I had dinner with the family, and Gino gave me my medication afterward after lecturing me about missing it these past couple of days.

Walking up the stairs, I could already feel my eyes drooping and my limbs dragging. I was tired, no doubt, after Lucifer wore me out. Also, the homework put stress on my body. Even though it didn't require physical work, it still made my brain tired.

That's what I don't understand if my mental health is at stake due to school, then why is it so glorified, saying it's the only way you can get a job? Absolute bullshit.

My bed was left unmade from this morning, and all the memories flooded back, making a smile rise on my face. I got ready for bed and laid down on the side I slept on last night. I need to change my sheets, but they smell like Lucifer, and I don't think I'm ready just yet to give that up.

When I finally fell into a deep sleep, an unsettling feeling buried itself in my stomach, but I was still stuck in dreamland. A sweat broke out on my body, knowing what was going to happen next. The nightmares were coming back, and now that I am taking the sleep medicine, it will be harder to wake from those horrid images.

I was sitting back in that god-forsaken room, but I wasn't alone. In the other corner was a man. It wasn't Marco, and I soon realized who it was when they stepped closer. It was Lucifer looking down on my younger self. The look he gave me wasn't malicious or mean, not like what you would expect.

Lucifer looked at me in horror and pity. He was seeing the real me, me who will always be a broken little girl—the me who would never trust a man again or ever get their childhood back. The broken look he was giving the small little girl made everything so much worse.

Because all I ever want is to be strong. To be strong for him and my family and friends. No one should see me like that because all of these new troubles coming are my fault. If Lucifer saw me like that, then my heart would break. My biggest fear is people seeing who I really am. What has really happened to the strong girl they all know.

The nightmare continued with Mark coming into the room and doing horrible things to my younger self. Whatever sick game my mind was playing was breaking me slowly. Tears were streaming down Lucifer's face, and a storm was brewing in my body. One that would be catastrophic if I didn't wake up soon.

For once, my pleads were answered, and my eyes snapped open. My body was shaking, and my stomach was churning. I stood up slowly and walked towards the bathroom. I knelt onto the floor in front of my toilet and puked up all of my dinner.

My body was shaking, and I could feel myself overheating. Getting up, I stumbled towards the shower and turned it on, putting the temperature on cold. I had fallen sometime on my way across to the water and was on all fours on the tiled floor of the shower. The pellets of water hit my back and soaked my clothes and hair.

Hot tears were streaming down my face mixing with the water and snot from my nose. My chest felt restricted, but it wasn't suffocating like all the other times. This time I had to suffer no going unconscious; I had to live with what was happening, and that's when I knew.

That no matter how fast I run, my demons will always catch up with me.