Tell Me You Love Me

Truth

 I missed her a lot, but she came back in less than half an hour. She was pissed, so for the rest of the day, I stayed away from her mostly so she wouldn't get madder. She hasn't kissed me or touched me since she came back.

A little before it's time to leave, I start thinking about how she treats me. It never crossed my mind before. She treats me like shit. Why do I let her do this to me? For the first time in months, I feel a sense of clarity. The blanket of haze has been lifted.

I look to her across the room. She's staring out the window, looking mad still.

Why do I stay with her? There is a part of me that loves her. But she treats me so badly.

"Hey," I say, and she looks toward me.

"What?" she responds, sounding annoyed.

"Why do you treat me like shit?"

Her eyes widen slightly, and she starts coming toward me. But before I can move away, she grabs my hand.

"Remember that you don't mean a fucking thing to me," she hisses, and I feel a jumble of emotions rush through me. But something stands out. Anger. I've never felt this much rage.

"You're a fucking bitch," I spit, and the flames start in her eyes.

"I should just kill you," she hisses, her voice growing lower.

"Do it!" I snap, and she growls. It's a demonic sound that shakes me to my core.

"You're worthless," she says, her voice not even hers anymore. The black smoke around her is thickening, and it's harder for me to breathe. "You're a piece of shit."

And then she closes the gap between us, crashing her lips onto mine. I can't breathe. She's inhaling my life once more. My lungs feel as though they're going to collapse. When I feel like I'm on the brink of blacking out, she pushes me off her. I crash into the wall behind me and crumple to the ground.

She lets out an inhuman growl. I can't move. It feels as though my lungs are on fire. My body won't listen when I tell it to move.

"You're nothing to me. Remember what your purpose is," she hisses, and she grabs my arm, yanking me to my feet. I can barely see properly, everything blurred with black smoke.

She pushes me up against the wall and closes her hand around my neck. I can't breathe. I struggle, but my body won't listen.

"What is your purpose?" she snarls.

I try to choke out the words, but I can't. Her grip on my throat lessens, and I sputter out the words, "To please you."

"That's right," she snaps, releasing me and letting me fall to the floor. "I don't even know why I try," she says, her voice still inhuman as she thinks aloud.

"I'm sorry," I rasp, my voice cracking as my throat screams for relief. The only thing I feel is remorse. I've failed her again.

And then suddenly, the door is thrown open. I feel myself fading out of consciousness, and the last thing I see is a figure backhanding her across the face.

Her P.O.V.

Pain. I don't even know who it is—another blow. I raise my arm, trying to defend myself.

"You know what you're doing?" It's Lilith. Mother of demons. My creator. Her voice shakes the house. She's mad.

"Stay out of my business," I growl, and she bares her teeth at me.

"You don't understand the severity of this situation," she roars, raising her fist to hit me again. I duck before trying to sweep her legs out from under her. But she's too fast.

She grabs my foot and twists. I turn with the movement, falling onto the floor with a thud. I grunt as she yanks me up by my collar and throws me against the wall.

"Listen to me," she growls.

"Fuck off," I snap. "You can't control me."

"I made you who you are, and I can destroy you just as easily," she snarls, her face mere inches from mine.

"I'd like to see you try," I hiss, grabbing her wrist as I try to pry it off me. But she's too powerful.

Her eyes are aflame, and her wings are spread behind her. "I should just kill you," she breathes, looking into my eyes.

"You would never," I whisper. "I saved your life."

"You broke my heart, but I still saved your life," she counters.

"That has nothing to do with this," I growl.

"You have to do something," she snaps. "Or you'll both be destroyed."

"You don't know that."

"Stop being in denial." She narrows her eyes at me. "You've gotten yourself into a mess."

"No," I hiss, narrowing my eyes at her and baring my teeth. She lets out a breath before glaring at me, fire in her eyes. She finally releases me.

"You don't know who she is, do you?"

I'm taken aback by her statement. "She's a succubus like me."

"You fool, she's not a succubus. She could kill you any day now," she says urgently, her wings contracting.

"What are you talking about?"

"Lucifer doesn't even know this. But I know. I would recognize her anywhere. This girl," she says, looking to her crumpled on the floor, still out cold. "She's Lamia."

A/N

People who don't know Lamia can go look her up because she's fucking cool okay

and I need to update my other book faster because I don't want to reveal things here before things unfold over there shshshs this is hard