Lucifer

　　I pulled up at the Lake House around 2 in the morning and got out.


　　Unlocking the door, I realized that it was oddly quiet.

　　I walked upstairs and checked the bedroom to find no one there.

　　Her bags were gone.


　　I scanned the rest of the second floor, then the first floor.

　　Nobody was there.


　　I grabbed my phone and dialed her number, calling her.

　　The phone rang for a while and just when the voicemail was about to come on,

　　She picked up.

　　"Where are you?" I asked instantly.

　　"Home." She answered shortly, making me roll my eyes.

　　"Why did you leave?" I questioned, walking back outside.

　　"Why did you?" She asked and I sighed, massaging my temple and leaning against my car.

　　"To meet someone." I replied blankly.

　　"Who?" She questioned further and I groaned.

　　"Why. Did you. Leave?" I asked again, more seriously this time.

　　"Dale had an emergency. So we all left." Her voice sounded tired.

　　Making it obvious to me that I woke her up.

　　"You didn't call." I stated, pulling out a cigarette.

　　I lit it up and took long drags, missing the feel and taste of it.

　　"You were being your usual moody self again." She said and I was irritated.

　　"Oh, I'm sorry, Blair. Would you have preferred if I killed him?" I questioned, finishing up the cigarette.

　　"Just let me in, Lucifer." She whispered and my heart felt heavy.

　　I fucking hated feeling this way.

　　"Goodbye, Blair." I said, hanging up and getting into my car.

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　　3 weeks later

　　I pulled into the parking lot at school, parking and getting out.

　　It had been a while since I've spoken to anyone,

　　Since I've spoken to her.

　　There was business to attend to and it took longer than I anticipated.

　　Shaking my head, I threw my bag over my shoulder then scanned the parking lot.

　　But Dale's car wasn't there, so it was hard to tell if she was here today or not.

　　Fuck it, I thought.

　　I walked to the school doors and opened them, immediately scanning the hallway for her.

　　But when I didn't see her, I walked back outside and got into my car.

　　There is no fucking way I'm going into that hell hole and she's not there.

　　Speeding out of the parking lot, I drove straight to her house and pulled into the driveway.

　　Gruesome scenes ran through my head as I thought about what could lie behind their front door.

　　I turned the handle, but the lock restricted it.

　　Sighing, I pulled out a pocket knife and stuck it in the doorknob.

　　I turned it and within the first try, it popped open.

　　People really need to upgrade their locks. You never know when I might come visit.

　　I closed the door behind me and walked past the living room, where Dale laid.

　　He was on the floor, with tears running down his face and a liquor bottle in his hand.

　　Sighing deeply, I walked over and sat on the couch, leaning back and massaging my temple.

　　"Speak." I told him.

　　His eyes looked at me and another tear fell out of his eyes.

　　"My mother...is dead." He said and I nodded, looking at him emotionlessly.

　　"Blair?" I asked, leaning forward.

　　"In her room." He replied, turning away from me as if ending the conversation.

　　I was thankful for that. One of the reasons I would not kill Dale. He never angers me.

　　Getting up, I walked up the stairs and silently entered her room.

　　She was laying on her bed with her eyes closed. Her back was against the headboard and tear stains were on her cheeks.

　　She looked broken. Torn apart. My heart slowed as I got closer and I ignored it.

　　I walked over to her quietly before laying next to her.

　　Her eyes opened and she gasped in shock, but then they softened when she realized that it was only me.

　　She closed her eyes again and a tear slipped out. She didn't even question me about why I fucking showed up unannounced after almost a month.

　　"Baby." I called, placing my arm over my eyes.

　　She didn't respond.

　　Using my other hand, I wrapped it around her waist and pulled until she was laying next to me with her head on my shoulder.

　　I kissed the side of her head and she sighed, burying her face in my chest.

　　I rubbed circles on her back, feeling her body shake as she tried to suppress her sobs.

　　"Let it out." I said blankly, not really knowing how to comfort people.

　　She realized that too and laughed quietly into my chest.

　　Then the crying began.

　　She sobbed into my chest as I held her. Then, she looked up at me with her watery eyes.

　　But something else was held behind her tears and I stared into her eyes, trying to figure it out.

　　Then she climbed on top of me and straddled my hips before leaning down and kissing me.

　　I kissed her back, not denying the fact that I missed her these past few weeks.

　　It was a needy kiss. She poured out all of her hurt and sadness into it, placing the weight of everything onto me.

　　Then her hands slid down to my belt and I pulled away from her.

　　"Baby, stop." I said, flipping us and trapping her under me. "You're hurt. This won't fix anything." I told her.

　　As much as sex sounds appealing right now, I'd be a fucking asshole to take advantage of her fragile state.

　　She looked at me, narrowing her eyes before she nodded and slowly wrapped her arms around my neck.

　　She pulled me closer to her and buried her face in the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply.

　　I waited a while and soon, her soft, even breaths filled my ears and I knew that she was asleep.

　　Pulling back and pecking her lips, I was about to get up when her grip tightened.

　　Chuckling slightly, I adjusted myself, knowing that I wouldn't be leaving anytime soon.