I.O.U.

The Favor With The Lies

You couldn't seem to make it to your room fast enough, the panic you had been holding back was becoming overwhelming. You ignored Lucifer trying to talk to you, needing nothing more than to be alone right now.

As you closed the door, your breathing became uneven and you pressed your back against the door, sliding down to the floor. Your scar felt like someone was rubbing sandpaper over it and you clutched your stomach as memories flashed through your mind in a frenzy.

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Your vision was blurry and blood dripped from your mouth. You were barely able to sit up, resting awkwardly on your elbow. A dark red substance seeped through your shirt, dripping onto the ground. A scowl caused you to tense, but you kept your eyes averted.

"Leave? You think I'd let you leave?"

Apparently not responding had been a bad idea. A swift kick to your stomach caused you to cry out in pain. Blood poured out more freely from your wound and the knife in the man's hand clattered to the ground beside you.

"Clean up this mess you useless bitch."

You watched his feet disappear from sight and struggled to stand. The pain was almost too much and you very nearly collapsed, as you held the wall for support. If he had cut any deeper you likely wouldn't be alive.

That didn't change the fact that you were bleeding out, and you needed to get out. You waited a few moments, making sure he had left before moving as fast as you could out of the house. You had no idea where you were going to run to all your instincts were telling you was to survive.

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"Y/N, is there something wrong you... what are you doing down there?"

Lucifer had opened your bedroom door, causing you to fall back a little.

"Oh I... was looking for my earring?"
You smiled weakly at your poor lie.

Lucifer's expression made it clear he didn't believe you for a second.

"Anyway, do you have a moment to talk?"

It seemed Lucifer wasn't going to call you out on your lie and you were thankful for that.

"Yeah sure."

You pulled yourself off the ground, fixing your shirt in the process. Lucifer casting a glance at your scar when you pulled your shirt down didn't go unnoticed by you. You placed a hand over your stomach, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious. Lucifer looked away quickly deciding to change the subject.

"You're acting very oddly my dear."

"Wow, you're such a sweet talker Lucifer."

He let out an exasperated sigh, running a hand through his hair. You laughed a little and placed a hand on his knee.

"I'm fine Luci, just been a chaotic week is all." You assured him.

He bought your lie so easily, trusted that you were telling the truth and that crushed you more than lying to him had. You almost told him the truth, almost confessed everything, but seeing the look of relief on his face made you bite the words back. Lucifer glanced down at your hand, still resting on his knee. Your eyes widened slightly and you pulled your hand away, face a little red. Lucifer stood up, clearing his throat.

"Right, well I suppose I should let you sleep, I know how those pills tire you."

That's right, Lucifer still thought you were taking them, still thought they helped you sleep. You glanced in hatred at the bottle sitting on your nightstand.