Your mind went blank, and your expression turned cold. You tore away from him, trying not to draw any attention to yourself. Of course, he wouldn't have let that go, but you just couldn't talk about it right now.

"You promised we'd leave after that dance." You reminded him quietly.

Lucifer frowned and opened his mouth to say something, but you were already walking away. He hurried after you trying to catch up to you through the crowds of people but lost sight of you. You used the chance to slip away before he could find you.

"Y/N!"

You never responded, hurrying away.

~

You had no real destination in mind when you exited the building, rather you began to aimlessly wander through the city streets. Your heels in one hand, and your dress bunched up in the other. A streetlight flickered above you as you passed by, and every car that passed made you more frustrated.

'Why have you been lying to me?'

His question replayed over and over in your mind. The more you thought about it the deeper the pit in your stomach grew. You hadn't meant to lie to him, especially not as much as you had. Guilt weighed heavy on your shoulders.

Your phone began to ring, jerking you from your thoughts. You searched the little clutch you carried, staring at the number flashing across the screen. It was blocked and you had the sinking feeling you shouldn't answer it.

You let it ring and continued to stare at the screen even after it had ceased playing its haunting jingle. The seconds ticked by slowly and then the screen lit up once more, this time with a notification, you had gotten a voicemail.

"Oh Y/N, you know better than to ignore my calls. You better ditch the British man, you don't know how disappointed I was to see you with him. Don't want me to get angry before I see you again do you? Don't you remember what happened last time?"

You subconsciously placed a hand over the scar on your stomach and willed yourself to let out a trembling breath. The voicemail ended, and you stared at your phone, rage building in your chest.

You'd been free, for three years, why now? Why did this have to happen now?

When the tension finally snapped you raised your arm above your head and threw the offending device to the ground with as much force as you could. Your enraged yell echoed through the nights.

The screen shattered, and the phone broke into pieces. You stared at the mess for a few moments before continuing on your way, careful to avoid the pieces of glass. It hadn't been long after you resumed your walking that you stumbled upon a small dive bar. For a moment you just stared at, like you were having Déjà vu. Then it hit you, you had been to this bar once before, nearly three years ago.

~

You lifted your shot glass, throwing your head back as you downed your shot. You turned the now empty glass over adding it to the pyramid you had begun to build with your previous shots. A small laugh escaped your lips, and you waved the bartender over.

"I believe she's finished." A voice said behind you.

The bartender nodded slowly and walked away to tend to another customer. You turned on the stool, giving the man a drunken smile.

"Lucifer!"

You stood to great him but stumbled, falling into him, flinching a bit when your wound brushed against your shirt. Lucifer was quick to catch you, and held you steady as you giggled.

"My dear what on earth are you doing here?" He sounded concerned.

You tilted your head a little in confusion and motioned lazily to the glasses behind you.

"Getting drunk."

Lucifer frowned and grabbed your arm when you went to go back to the bar.

"Yes but why?"

Your cheerful drunken mood turned sour as you remembered exactly why you had come here in the first place. The not yet healed scar across your stomach suddenly felt like it was on fire and you stumbled back a little.

"I'll forever have a reminder of what he did to me, and I'll always be looking over my shoulder, because he's still out there." You muttered, words slurring slightly.

Lucifer sighed a little and swept you off your feet, startling you a little. He began to walk towards the door.

"And I will always protect you, for as long as he is out there." Lucifer promised.

~

With the memory replaying in your mind you pushed the door to the bar open. The place really hadn't changed much in three years and you approached the bar slowly. You lightly ran your hand over the wood before sitting on a stool.

"Vodka, and keep them coming."

Lucifer raced down the streets, ignoring stop signs and blowing through red lights. He'd been searching for you for a while but had not been able to locate you. He had even recruited Mazikeen to help him locate you. His phone chimed and he cast it a quick glance. It was a picture of you, sitting in a bar, in the dress he had bought you. It was a bar he recognized all too well.

With the speed he was driving at it didn't take him long to arrive at his destination. Lucifer stepped out of his Corvette and stared at the building with heavy sigh. He watched you through the window, as you downed shot after shot. Building a pyramid like you had the last time you were here.

"My love, why won't you just trust me?" Lucifer muttered.

When you heard the door open you turned your head towards it, letting out a dry laugh when you saw who had walked in.

"Oh don't cut me off yet Luci, I'm not nearly drunk enough."

Lucifer sat down beside you, carefully taking the shot from your hand and downing its contents himself.

"Actually darling, I planned on joining you." He smiled.

You watched him wave the bartender over, and smiled a little. He looked down and noticed your lack of shoes, and raised an eyebrow.

"And where, pray tell, are your shoes?" He inquired.

You glanced down a moment and smiled sheepishly.

"Right, I guess I dropped them after I smashed my phone."

"Smashed your phone?"

As you remembered the events of tonight your smile faded away.

"I got a very... unwelcome call." You muttered.

He continued to stare at you until he realized you weren't planning on telling him anything more. You saw him turn away with a defeated look in his eyes and your heart ached. Lucifer had been there with you for years, showing you nothing but kindness and assuring you that he didn't define you by the past you had. He'd given you every reason to trust him, yet all you had done lately was lie, and it wasn't right.

"I'm sorry..."

Lucifer paused a moment, his drink inches from his lips.

"For lying to you, about basically everything lately."

He lowered his glass slowly, and watched as you swirled the liquid in your own.

"Then let's skip the apologies yes? How about you clue me in on why exactly you've been so out of sorts, and as another favor, from this point on you remain truthful to me. At least about important things."

You didn't argue with that, perfectly content with the favor he was asking. You nodded slowly and Lucifer saw the way you squeezed the glass. He was momentarily worried it would break with the grip you had. Your next words made his blood run cold.

"He found me."