His obsession

Panic attack

I was on episode 6 when I heard Lucifer come back. I groaned internally not ready to face him and pretend to be happy.

"Skylar, I'm home!" He called out as he shut the door. I still couldn't move so I just shouted back

"I'm in the living room"

I paused the show and braced myself as I heard his footsteps slowly come closer.

"So what have you been doing all day then" he asked as he walked right up to where I was sitting, smiling brightly.

"Not much, I've just been sitting here watching tv" I replied, gesturing to Netflix playing in the background. I tried to smile back at him but I didn't have the energy to put a lot of effort into making it believable so I just hoped he didn't realise it was fake.

He then tried to sit next to me but ended up trying to sit on my injured leg that I had rested along the sofa. I let out a whimper as a stabbing pain shot up my leg and he quickly got up again looking at me concerned.

"Oh, I'm so sorry sweetheart I forgot about your leg, is it feeling any better now?" He exclaimed as he knelt down in front of me.

Still fighting through the pain I managed to nod my head and then focused all my effort into ignoring and not reacting to the fact he had just grabbed my hand and started stroking it. He stayed like that for a few seconds before he suddenly got up and declared

"Well that reminds me, I actually have something for you"

That caught my attention, I carefully tried to push myself up into a sitting position and watched and he left the room.

What more could this psycho possibly have for me now?

He then came back in holding up 2 crutches smiling triumphantly at me.

"I managed to get these from the hospital so now you can walk a lot easier." He remarked.

I had no words. This same lunatic who had not so long ago inflicted this wound onto me was now getting excited at helping me deal with it. I felt sick. I couldn't stop replaying the scene in my head of the loud crack as I was running then the writhing pain that followed. I slowly felt my breathing quicken and I could no longer concentrate on anything but the pain in my leg and the memory of being shot.

As my breathing got increasingly more and more out of control, I vaguely sensed Lucifer suddenly rush down beside me and grab my hand.

"Hey, sweetheart, it's ok take deep breaths for me ok? Concentrate on your breathing for me." He soothed and as much as I hated him I still listened and tried to do what he said. He started taking deep breaths too so I tried to copy him, breathing in and out in time with him until eventually my breathing was back under control.

He then let out a sigh of relief and began stroking my hand again. I still focused on keeping my breathing under control because I had no idea what just happened or of it would happen again. All I knew was that it was his fault and another reason I had to get out.

"What happened?" I managed to get out after a few moments of silence.

"You had a panic attack, sweetheart, have you had one before?" He asked and I shook my head.

I couldn't bring myself to say anything else so I just sat there as he then got up and left saying something about making dinner. As soon as I knew he was gone I lay back down and closed my eyes.

How the hell am I going to get through this?

I then started watching Netflix again as a distraction so I could hopefully stop thinking about being shot and focus on something else. After a while, Lucifer came in holding 2 plates of carbonara.

"Your foods here." He announced, calmly, before placing one plate on the table in front of us and moving my leg round to also rest it on the table. He then sat down next to me handing me the plate in his hand and gestured for me to start eating.

I wasn't in the mood to protest so I obeyed and began digging in.

"This is really good" I stated, watching him smile approvingly at me.

"I made it specially for you, soon you will see that I do all this for you because I love you." He responded, sending shivers down my spine.

Some messed up kind of love he has, shooting me in the leg and locking me in a cellar because I ran away.