You're Really Here? ( urushiharu/ lucifer x reader)

Him

- your pov-

The cold rain started to feel as if it were slamming into you as you trudged  home. You walk slow because you knew you would be a world of pain when you got home. You were only wearing shorts and a longsleeved f/c crop top that matched your boots. You were coming from your night job at the bar.
You hated it out there, but ya needed the money so you could flee this place. I'm planning on going to Japan. The only problem is that you need money to fly all the way from (homeland).
It doesn't matter though. You don't care about the money situation, you just have to get away from here. you hesitated as you came to the house door. It blocked out most sound, unfortunately.
To your complete and other horror, the door slowly opened. The door creaked as it opened and you  came to see the face you hated most.
It was him. After your family vanished, he's the one who came after you. He  actually got to you to your dismay.
the police?
Ha
what could they do.

When he came you were too little to be taken seriously by the police when you said that he wasn't your uncle.

nowhere even close.

not even related to the slightest.

He had all the papers to say he was related to you and he was your uncle, but you knew he wasn't.
He wasn't and he never would be, but the police insisted that he was and now you live with him and he's the reason you are still trying to get away.
Away from this house.
From people that hated me.
And from (homeland) in general.
But he was still here and he had just answered the door.

" Now where have you been y/n, I thought I told you to quit your job." he said with a smile like a madman." Or have you forgotten what I said?"
You swallowed in fear.

---time skip for you from neets everywhere---

The following beating was one of the worst. He kicked you in the stomach, removing the makeup you put there to hide the bruises, and giving you more. On one of the last kicks left a large cut from a sharp point where the leather jutted out. You would have to call in later to work and ask if you could change your uniform slightly.
He kicked you over and over.
When he was satisfied, he spat in your face, muttering insults.
You laid there crying till you felt like you could walk again.
You laid in your bed and started to cry again, making your e/c eyes puffy.

Still sniffing, you put on a playlist as you cleaned off the blood. You sang along to angel with a shotgun and cried some more during it. You wished a fallen angel would fight for you, but that would never happen. Sighing, you opened your computer and started playing league of legends. I'm silver rank, but I chose bot match. Soon, the internet crashed.

Just great even the internet hates me

a/n

this is my first fanfic, so please be nice. I would like CONSTRUCTIVE criticism though. Sorry its so short...