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.

~

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.

~

"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.

"Goodnight Lucifer."

You fell back on your bed as soon as he was out of the room. The ceiling fan slowly spun above your head as the weight on your shoulders grew.

'You're getting in over your head.' You thought.

~

Lucifer hovered outside your door a moment before walking into the living room. He poured himself a glass of whiskey, leaning against the bar. Lucifer tapped his ring against his glass as he got lost in his thoughts. Something had changed in you after that phone call.

"What's with brooding look?"

Maze asked as she walked out of the elevator, watching Lucifer as he downed his drink in one swift gulp.

"Something's been bothering me, Mazikeen."

Lucifer glanced down the hall, staring at your door as if it would tell him all the answers.

"I may need you to do some digging."

~

Your day had been uneventful, work had almost drained you and your coworkers seemed to target you even more than usual. When you finally made it back to Lucifer's penthouse you fell face first onto the couch. Your frustrated groan muffled by the cushions.

"Not that I don't appreciate the view, but why are you screaming abuse to my couch darling?"

In your shock you had rolled to the side, and straight off the couch. Lucifer stared down at you with a raised eyebrow, clearly finding your current situation amusing. You didn't even bother standing, just laid on the floor, looking up at him.

"Why are you wearing a tux?"

Lucifer looked as if he just remembered something, and he gave you a beaming smile.

"I've got a gala to go to in an hour, and what are your plans for the evening my dear?"

You shrugged, yawning a little.

"Probably lay in bed, watch TV, contemplate life a little."

Lucifer chuckled reaching down, holding a hand out for you to take. You gave him a smile, accepting his out stretched hand, and he pulled you to your feet.

"So, you are free tonight then yes?"

You knew him way to well for that to work.

"No."

You pulled your hand free from his grasp, crossing your arms.

"No? What are you saying no to? I haven't even asked you anything yet, why must you always say no?" Lucifer huffed.

"So, you weren't going to ask me to go with you." You raised an eyebrow.

"Well yes, but I just wish you would have let me properly ask you."

You rolled your eyes, and let your arms drop to your sides.

"Alright fine, ask me."

"Y/N, would you like to accompany me to a gala this evening?"

Lucifer's smile was so charming that you wanted to immediately agreed, almost.

"Nope, have fun!"

You turned to walk away, but let out a surprised shout when Lucifer wrapped an arm around your waist.

"Lucifer!"

"You're very stubborn did you know that darling, if you'd like to be difficult then I suppose using a favor will work."

You glared at him, squirming out of his hold.

"You're the devil." You hissed.

"I believe we've already had that discussion before love." Lucifer smirked.

You searched your mind for any possible excuse you could use.

"I don't have anything I can wear to a gala!"

Your triumph smile dissolved when Lucifer held up a shopping bag, looking like the cat that ate the canary.

"Oh don't fret my dear, I picked you up something."

~

You stood uncomfortably at a table towards the back of the room. A champagne glass sat beside you untouched and you watched Lucifer mingle. You adjusted the strap on your dress.

The beautiful dress reached the floor, made of red silk, black gems lining the bottom, and black laced straps held it up. It probably costs more than anything you owned. A few people had attempted to talk to you but for the most part they left you a lone which you greatly appreciated. Lucifer would check on you almost every minute, even if it was just to cast you a quick glance across the room.

"Another drink ma'am?"

You turned your head to find a waiter standing beside you. He looked young, nervous even, like tonight was his first night working.

"No thank you, I haven't finished my first one yet."

He tripped over his words as he tried to apologize and you gave him a kind smile, watching him scurry away. Once again you were left to your thoughts, which if history was any indication, was never a good thing. Luckily you weren't left alone for long. Lucifer excused himself from the people he was talking to, and made his way over to you.

"Come dance with me."

You shook your head, holding up a hand when he took a step closer.

"You got me in a dress, you got me here, and you used a favor, I'm tapped out for the night."

"One dance, then we'll leave, I promise."

You had problem agreeing to that deal and allowed Lucifer to pull you to the dance floor. You'd have been lying if you said you didn't stutter a little when he placed a hand low on your back to pull you closer to him.

"I have a confession to make darling, I had a reason for asking you to accompany me tonight." Lucifer said.

"Oh?"

"You've been hiding something from me, and not just since the Detective's house, before that even. So that only leaves me one question..."

The song had ended but Lucifer didn't move, and hadn't released you from his grasp. His eyes held your own captive, the look he was giving you made your heart thump in your chest. Your chest felt tight, and you couldn't breathe, as panic set in.

"Why have you been lying to me?"