Kiss the light goodbye

chapter six

Bailey’s POV: 

I heard the draw slam shut, then remembered that is where I put my razors, I ran to the door and locked it, and sat against it, I didn’t want to face him now.

“Open the door, or I will break it down” I heard him scream.

I unlocked it and then quickly hid in the corner of the room, I was so scared he was going to hit me.

“What’s this?” he asked roughly.

“What’s, what?” I sobbed, even though I knew what he meant, just couldn’t say it.

“These” he pointed dropping all kinds of metal blades on the floor.

“r-r-ra-raz-razors” I stuttered.

“Show me” he said bluntly.

“Huh” I asked.

“Show me your wrist” he repeated.

“Hell no” I stated.

“Show me or ill make you show me” he spat.

“No way in hell, I am not showing you, it is none of your business and besides they are just old razors from shaving, so there is nothing to show you” I panicked.

“They have blood on them bailey” he frowned.

“So little nicks happen when shaving sometimes” I tried to convince.

“Then you wouldn’t mind showing me, if there is nothing to see?” he questioned.

“NO” I shouted.

Lucifer’s expression changed and I didn’t like what I saw, it was so dark and evil, there are no words to describe it.

“Then I’ll see for myself” he demanded.

Before I could contemplate what happened, he had slammed me onto the bed and slid up my sleeves, I turned away and tightly closed my eyes, I heard him gasp at what he saw.

“This is all, right? Just your wrists?” he sobbed.

“Yep” I choked, I said it a little too fast, which made him second guess my response.

“Bailey, where else” he begged.

“NO WHERE, IT’S JUST MY WRISTS, SO GET THE FUCK OFF ME NOW!!!” I shouted.

He pushed my shoulders down, his grip was so tight it felt like my bones where shattering, he heard me whimper and loosened his grip a tiny little bit.

“Sorry” he said.

“Pfft, I’m sure” I retorted turning my head away. I tried to escape from his grip put was unsuccessful, my hadn’t noticed but when I moved, so did my shirt revealing my stomach, my fat stomach and the cuts, I tried to get away, hoping Lucifer wouldn’t notice, but I was too late.

“what’s this” he said lifting my shirt and once again gasping, I heard him muter something under his breath, as his expression became that of something sinister again. He tried to undo my shirt but I clutched it tight, he then grabbed my wrists and held them above my head and tore my shirt off, on my lower stomach he noticed they went under my skinny jeans and he started to unzip them and I panicked.

“NO DON’T” I begged, and kicked him in the ribs, it didn’t seem to affect him but it did make him mad, he gripped my wrists tighter and I cried out in pain, he heard and released them in shock that he hurt me, he looked at his hand and saw it was covered in blood, he reopened my cuts.

Lucifer’s POV:

Once I had taken off his shirt, I saw all the cuts, and bruises, and traced my fingers across them, he shivered under me, which kind of turned me on. WAIT bad Lucifer, I shouldn’t be getting turned on by his pain. I kept starring at his body, he was so skinny, there was nothing of him, and the cuts they were so deep. I was horrible seeing him like this, moving my fingers across the cuts and scars, I noticed they went below his pants line and it made me wonder if they were on his legs to, I started to unzip his jeans but he panicked and kicked me in the ribs, it irritated me and I tightened my grip on his wrists, I didn’t realise how hard I was gripping because he yelped out in pain. I let go and I saw that my hand was covered in blood, looking back at his wrist I gripped so tight I reopened his cuts.