Lucifer Himself (18+)[COMPLETED]

Soldiers of Despair

The drive back to North Carolina was excruciatingly painful.  Imagine twelve hours in silence. Just music and the hum of the vehicle on the road. Not that I wanted to speak to Lucifer, but it was still terrible. We only stopped for fuel and some food, but aside from that we went nonstop. I slept the best I could, trying to save my energy cause I had a long road ahead of me. I was still trying to figure out how I was going to work this shit out without the help of Lucifer, but I was too stubborn to ask for help. I was done. The only thing he had brought along with himself was trouble and catastrophe. It just followed him wherever he went, and unfortunately, I had been attached to the hip in the process.

There were so may questions without answers, but right now Lucifer couldn't help me. He didn't have the answers either.  I needed to go home and find a way to get Kimmy back, even if it meant coming clean with CPS.

When we passed the sign that read Welcome to North Carolina I got antsy. I was slowly starting to regret my decision, but I wouldn't let Lucifer see that. I was an adult, I could handle this. At the end of the day we couldn't control what The Boss-Vladimir- did.

Even if I was with Lucifer I was in danger, so why spend the rest of the time I may have left locked up and on the run?

I was done.

Two hours later the car stopped, and the hammering of my heart was loud enough I could bet the two guys could hear it. Acid churned in my stomach, but I bit my bottom lip and pushed past my fears, finally unbuckling my seatbelt. Looking out the window I stared at the little beat up house I called home. It was as if the weeks I'd been away deteriorated the story itself. Grass unkept as always, old stained wood patched the outside of the place. You could see from afar the house was falling in pieces, but it was my house. My home. I opened the door and hopped out quietly. I saw the guys exchange word before they followed my actions. Monte went to the trunk and started moving bags around while Lucifer walked slowly to me, his eyes looking around the house, inspecting it. I could almost imagine what he must be thinking of me now.

But I wasn't ashamed of who I was. I had no control of the way I was brought up, or how hard I had it. I've been surviving while raising a five-year-old attached to my hip. I had done it without anybody's help and nobody's opinion would ever change the pride I had within me for that.

When he reached me, he looked down at me, his eyes scorching.

"Emma-"

I raised my hand, motioning for him to stop. I didn't want to do this anymore. I didn't want to let him talk because if he asked me, I would break.

"Please don't. I already made my decision" I mumbled, squeezing the folded blanket I had in my hand. Lucifer studied me, and I had to look away. He was my weakness, but it was the same the weakness that had brought me to this mess. He had killed my father and looked at me straight in the eye and lied about everything. He let me fall for him.

He let me fall in love with a lie.

And I rather be alone than being involved with a liar.

I saw him turned his head back to take a look at the house, a slight wince permanently decorating his features. He didn't think I'd be okay, he didn't think I should go back in there. I could see it written all over his face, but there was nothing he could say or do to make ma change my mind at this point.

"I never meant to hurt you, Emma. You have to know that" he mumbled, his eyes still looking away from me. The knot in my throat burned like fire, my body wanting to break down. My words said one thing, but my body wanted another. I wanted him.

"You can go back to your life. And take my crazy bitch sister with you" I looked away from him, turning towards Monte who was now holding a duffel bag in my direction. He gave me a sad smile as he passed the bag to me. I was gonna break down, right here right now just by looking at Monte but I had to bite my bottom lip and give him a hug.