It was two days after Y/n had been reunited with Charlie. They were back on Earth with Angel Dust, who Y/n had allowed to stay with them after apologizing and for getting one back. Of course, rules were put in place to make sure nothing happened. Angel promised no promises, but did say that he would do his best. Y/n accepted that.

However, Y/n was still recuperating from his injuries and burns that he received in Hell. So he couldn't attend school until he was healed more, and he instead had to rest back at his home with Angel. Charlie had suggested she stayed with him, but the Human waved her off and told her to stay in school. He could watch himself, and Angel will help if he had to.

So there Charlie was: in school without Y/n. She made sure to take any extra notes for him in case she needed to, but it was hard for her to focus because of two things.

One: Y/n has been on her mind ever since their moment in her home in Hell. She remembered how fast her heart pounded in her chest and felt something she hadn't in a while, and she felt Y/n experiencing the same feeling. It wasn't as intense as her's, but she felt it. However, she wasn't exactly sure whether or not what she was feeling was real. But she he's coming to the conclusion that she was finally falling for Y/n.

Two: PROM! It was a whole month away, and Charlie couldn't be more excited! Planning for it was basically done and the Demoness couldn't wait. She was so happy! She's never been to a school party before, and she was secretly hoping a certain biker-mechanic would ask her to go. But she knew she couldn't get her hopes up. Y/n wasn't one for social events like prom, but he has become more open since meeting Charlie. Maybe he would go with her.

The bell suddenly rang and school has come to a close. Charlie packed up her things and hoisted her backpack over her shoulder before leaving the class as quickly as possible. She wanted to see Y/n again.

Timeskip...

After a good length of a bus ride, Charlie had returned to her new home and walked up to the front door. She twisted the knob and pushed the door open, walking in.

"I'm home!" she called out and closed the door.

"Heya, toots!" Angel Dust greets the princess.

"Hey, Char," Y/n waved at his best friend from the couch. "How was school?"

"It was okay," Charlie shrugged her shoulders as she walked over to the couch. "Wish you were there, though."

Y/n only chuckled before slightly wincing. Charlie frowned at this before realizing that her friend wasn't wearing his jacket or anything with long-sleeved. His arms were out in the open, showing his scars.

"Y/n, your scars..." she says in concern and curiosity.

"You already know about them, and I explained them to Angel earlier today," Y/n informs. "No use in hiding them anymore."

"Right..." Charlie mutters.

"You okay, princess?" Angel asks the Demoness. "You look pretty down."

Charlie only looked at the runaway porn star and smiled at him.

"I'm fine," she says. "I'll be in my room doing homework if you guys need anything."

"Alright," Angel turns back to the TV.

"Call me if you, uh, need anything," Y/n says as a blush slowly formed on his bruised face, "I guess. Heh."

"R-right," Charlie nods as her own blush forms. "Thanks."

Y/n nods and looks back at the TV, and Angel only gives a sly smirk as Charlie turns to walk away. She goes up the staircase and heads to her room. Inside, she sits down on her bed and takes out the homework she truly did have out from her backpack. After about ten minutes through it, she realized she forgot something.

"Dammit," Charlie swore under her breath and got up from her bed, "I forgot to give Y/n the notes I took for him."

She kneels in front of her bag and rummages through it. She then takes out a folder filled with papers which were the extra notes she took. She then stands back up and walks out of her room. She walks down the hallway, only to slowly stop as she passes Y/n's room. She looks at it, seeing a new sign hanging on it.

IF YOU DON'T FUCKING KNOCK, YOU WILL DIE
SO FUCK OFF

Charlie couldn't help but snicker at this. However, her mind immediately went back to the scars on her friend's arms. She didn't believe Y/n when he told her that someone had attacked him and gave them to him. That didn't make any sense to her. She felt like he was hiding something from her, and she was finally going to do something about it.

She set the folder down on a small table on the side of the hall and then walked into Y/n's room. She looked around, her eyes trailing over everything inside. Her eyes then landed on Y/n's closet and remembered what he told her that night she slept him with.

"Peruse anywhere but there."

"Something's gotta be in there," Charlie stated as she walked up to the closet doors. "I know it."

She approaches the doors and pulls them open. The spawn of Lucifer looked inside to see what she would expect: clothes and accessories and shoes and whatnot all together. Though, there were a lot of boxes on the floor filled with things she didn't know. So she knelt down in front of them and grabbed one. Pulling it forward, she takes off the lid to see... rope and hooks?

"What would Y/n need these for?" Charlie whispers to herself.

She holds up some rope and examines it. Then she sets it down when she spots some kind of rubber cord in the same box. She grabs it and lifts it up from the box to stare at it before putting it and the rope back. She then puts the lid back on and pushes the box back into the closet before pulling another out. It was filled with books she's never heard off, and there was an assortment of genres as well. Action, adventure, horror, romance, comedy, thriller, suspense, drama, you name it. And they were all by the same two people.

"Pearl and Howard L/n..." Charlie reads aloud. "L/n? Were they Y/n's family?"

She sets the books back into the box, closes it, and puts the box back into the closet. She pulls out another one and opens it to see photo albums, random pictures, and a video camera with small tapes lying next to it. She picks up one of the pictures to see that it was an old one, a picture of what she assumed to be of Y/n's family during the holiday called Easter. Y/n was a young boy with shorter hair, a bright smile, and a scrawny body. Next to him was his parents, and behind them was an older couple. The man was balding, but he had a kind smile and wore round glasses. The woman had beautiful long hair and her eyes reminded her of Y/n's mother.

"You two must be Y/n's grandparents," Charlie figured. "I recognize you from his little picture frame by the bed. What happened to you?"

Of course, she received no answer since it was only a picture. She sat it back down into the box and took out one of the albums. She opens it and flips through it as she looks through the pictures inside. Images of Y/n has a young child, members of Y/n's family, and so many others. But what confused Charlie is that there were no pictures of Y/n past the age of twelve. Why were there no pictures of the present Y/n?

"Hmm... Maybe if I look at this camera?" Charlie asked herself as she set down the album.

She then picks up the camera and flips open the small screen where the video would show up. She the grabs a small tape and reads "X-MAS 2007" on it. She hums in interest and inserts it into the camera. She presses play on it and a scene of a young Y/n and his family showed up.

"Guys, guys! Look!" the young, seven-year-old Y/n called out to his family. He holds up an RC truck. "I got a remote-controlled truck!"

"Well, look at that!" Y/n's mother, Susan, laughed. "Santa must've thought you were nice this year."

The young Y/n smiled brightly at his mother, making Charlie smile. He was so bright in this video, his eyes like stars. They looked so dark and dim now. Why?

Charlie pauses the video and changes the current tape for a new one. It was labeled "B-DAY 2010". She played the video, revealing a slightly older Y/n digging into more presents like in his Christmas video.

"Calm down, youngin," an elder woman's voice tells the ten-year-old who tore through the wrapping paper. "You still have plenty of presents to go through."

"Sorry, Grandma!" the young Y/n apologizes. "I'm just so excited!"

"Yes, Pearl. He's just excited," an older man's voice says before turning to the boy. "But do calm down, son. You have plenty left."

"Alright..." the young Y/n says, making Charlie giggle.

"How about you open this one up, bud?" Y/n's father tells suggests to his son, pushing towards him a familiarly shaped present. "Grandma and Grandpa got it for you."

The young Y/n beamed at this as he pulled the present towards him. He rips the wrapping off to reveal a guitar. Charlie recognizes it as the guitar she saw Y/n use that one day she convinced him to join her on the talent show. He had said it was special to him. Guess she knows why now.

"A guitar?" Y/n looked up at his grandparents with a smile.

"That's right, Y/n," Y/n's grandmother, Pearl L/n, smiles. "Me and Howard both agreed it was time you learned. I taught your mother, and now it's time to teach you."

"Oh, my gosh! Thank you!" the young boy gushed with joy. "This is so cool."

Laughter ensues from this, making Charlie smile. However, a ringing phone catches her attention.

"I gotta take this," Michael, Y/n's father, says as the camera pans towards him.

He walks off as he answers a phone call. The young Y/n frowns at this as his father talks to the person on the other side of the phone. The call soon ends and Michael calls out to Susan. They had to leave. Again. And so they did, leaving poor Y/n all by himself with his grandparents to look after him once again.

"Turn off the camera," Y/n tells his grandparents.

"What?" Howard questioned.

"We do this all the time. It's tradition," Pearl said. "What about your birthday?"

"I don't want it anymore," Y/n states as he stands up and walks away. "I'm partied out."

Howard, the one who was holding the camera, turns to his wife, Pearl. She just sighs and nods. The video soon ends not long after that. Charlie looked at the camera in confusion.

"What happened...?" she asked no one in particular.

After a moment, Charlie looks back into the box. She spotted a tape that was flipped on its back to hide the name of it. She grabs it and flips it around.

2012

A tear immediately ran down Charlie's face as she dropped the tape. She placed a hand over her mouth as she recalled what had happened in New York during 2012. Y/n had told her about what had happened.

Loki...

The Avengers...

The Chitari Invasion...

So many people died that die when Loki used the Tesseract to open a portal to space in the sky. Aliens rained down onto the poor, unsuspecting city which caused countless deaths and large amounts of destruction.

She immediately knew what had happened. Y/n's grandparents...

"Oh, Satan..." Charlie felt a tear roll down her cheek. "Y/n..."

She felt terrible. How could this happen to someone like Y/n? Was this the reason he was what he is now? The scars... did he cause them?

The princess didn't even take notice of the other box. She didn't even acknowledge it. She just put the camera back in the box it was in, closed it, and put it back in the closet. She stands and closes the closet before leaving Y/n's room to give her friend the notes. And maybe a hug.

She'll never know that the last box was filled with rags. Rags covered in Y/n's own blood.