All Kate wanted was to be normal, live regular life, continue her studies and forget all about the things that have happened in last two months.

She never wanted to be in rehab, she never wanted to be kidnapped, she never wanted to be marked by an angel, and she never wanted to fall in bed with someone who she doesn’t love.

Except then there would be one downside to all that. Like how much she hated to admit, Kate would miss her favourite Devil. All these years, since she could remember His voice in her head, she had come accustom with His presence. And last two years her feelings have changed in a way that somehow didn’t seem appropriate to her.

The world seemed so upside down.

Yet, here she was.

Crying on her bed somewhere at the other coast of America, really far from her home and Lucifer was actually sitting at the end of her bed.

“When is your next appointment with Linda?” He asked quietly.

“Next week.” Kate whispered through tears.

“I don’t wanna go.” She choked out. Lucifer didn’t say anything about it.

“What was that dream about?” Devil asked and looked at Kate.

“About M-Mat-hhew.” She answered and dried her tears in cardigan’s sleeves. Lucifer clenched and unclenched His jaw at that bastard’s name.

“Bad memories… I was there again..” She continued and looked at her hands in her lap.

“He will be taken care of. Trust me.” Lucifer answered in low tone. Kate spared Him a look and then dropped back to her hands.

“How did you know that I was in elevator?” Kate asked barely above whisper, not trusting her own voice. She could spit some venomous words when in tears, but when it came to simple questions that she wasn’t sure of, it felt as if her throat was dryer than a desert at middle of the day. The fact that she was talking to the Devil didn’t help either.

“We heard your scream, if you would have been in here, I am pretty sure no one would have heard it.” Lucifer explained. Kate furrowed her brows slightly, waiting for more explanation.

“The walls of the penthouse are soundpro-” Devil continued.

“I don’t want to know for what reason.” Kate said through her sniffling. To be honest she didn’t want to know the answer to that. She had seen some random yet really pretty girls in the penthouse at early mornings. And she had inkling why.

“I should call my mom.” Kate said out of nowhere.

“What?” Lucifer’s head snapped at her.

“For no particular reason.” Kate looked away from Him. Of course, Lucifer could sense that she was lying, at least partly.

†††

It was well past noon. Kate was once again left alone in penthouse. Lately that has been her daily routine: wake up in her bed, find something to eat and drown in self-pity.

But this morning she had none of it. Sitting comfortably on living room’s sofa wrapped in warm comforter with laptop on her lap; Kate was searching for specific contact. Hovering  her finger above a button, she debated on calling her mom or not.

“Why is this so hard?” She mumbled absentmindedly and bit her thumb.

With heavy sigh and dissatisfied groan Kate finally pushed the button to call. When the screen lit up indicating that it was connecting, hundred thousands of thoughts run through her head.

‘I can do this

I can do this

I can do this’ Kate repeated in her head.

“Is this thing on?” Kate heard at first but was met only by a black screen.

‘I can’t do this!’ Kate screamed internally.

Then next second she was greeted by her mother’s image popping up.

“Hi, sweetheart!” Her mom cried out.

“Hi, mom.” Kate smiled. But, oh, how fake it was.

“How have you been doing?” Mom asked and smiled happily at her child.

“Fine.” Kate said trying to swallow the lump that was forming in her throat.

“It’s good to hear, good to hear. And how is your vacation in Miami?” she asked to her daughter.

‘Fuck, she still thought that?’ Kate looked around for a second, thinking about what to say.

“It’s good. Everything is good.” Kate trailed off not looking in the camera so her mom wouldn’t see the tears that were forming in her eyes.

Should she say that she wasn’t in Miami anymore? Maybe she should tell her everything? Starting from that one damned night when her reflection in mirror started talking to her.

“Mom… There is something I want to tell you.”