Chapter 11

Lucifer's POV

"Sir you can't go in there without an appointment!" The older woman at the front desk yelled for the second time. Honestly, I didn't give a damn. When Catalina had told me what this pathetic piece of shit tried to do to her. I saw red. I wanted to wipe him from her memory so he could never hurt her again. He deserved everything that was about to happen to him. I turned back to face the woman at the front desk,

"I suggest you mind your own damn business!" I hissed at her and watched as she took me in. Her fear radiating off of her.

"Leave." I seethed at her one final time and watched as she scattered to the back of the desk, grabbed whatever shit she brought with her, and ran out the door. No one and nothing was going to stop me from what I was going to do.

This man was supposed to be helping people like Catalina. He was supposed to be a safe person to go to. To talk about her problems and issues. He was supposed to be someone she could trust and he took advantage of that. Almost took advantage of her and I would not stand for that.

Seeing that look on Catalina's face when she told me what had happened. It did something to me. I was angry. Correction: I was pissed.

I rushed over to the sleek black door and busted in.

Dr. Wilson stood at his desk. The look of fear and shock painted well onto his face even though he was desperately and utterly failing at looking unbothered.

"Can I help you sir?" His voice strained with worry as he laid his glasses on his desk.

As it should. He should be worried. He should be scared because death had come for him.

"I'm looking for a Dr. Wilson."

"That would be me, what can I help you with?"

I gently closed the door and locked it.

I watched as the Adam's apple in his throat rose and fell as he placed his glasses down on the desk.

"I'm here about a friend of mine, I believe she is a patient of yours."

I turned and looked towards the window and saw the large velvet chair.

She sat in that chair. How often had he looked at that chair thinking about that day? What he would've done to her? How he made her feel.

I wanted to destroy it.

"You're going to have to be a little specific, I have quite a few patients."

How unfortunate for them.

"Her name is Catalina."

His eyes widened in surprise as he took a seat, glancing briefly at the velvet chair in the corner.

"Ah yes, Catalina. Quite unfortunate about her but you can't save everyone."

What would you know about saving anyone?!?

"Explain." I turned and looked at the pathetic excuse for a man sitting in front of me.

"I'm afraid I cannot. Our discussions are private matters, now I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

I wasn't leaving. I wasn't going to leave until every last drop of his blood was presented at my feet. I would have slaughtered him. The dagger in my pocket called out to me, I would have slaughtered him then and there but I heard her. Her muffled voice coming from the other side of the door.

"I know you're in there, open the damn door!"

I watched as the man slowly made his way to the door, unlocking it and letting Catalina in.

"Catalina what are you-"

She paid him no attention as she raced over and stood before me.

"What are you doing here?" I asked her as she looked me over.

"Trying to stop you from doing something reckless." She said in a hushed tone.

She is worried about me?

"Everything is fine, we were just having a nice little chat." I glanced at the man huddled by the door, still grasping the handle of the door.

I felt Catalina as her hand grasped mine and I watched as the man stared at our hands. I glanced at her and those big beautiful green eyes had no fear but worry plagued them.

"You need to go," she said softly as she gently squeezed my hand.

"Yes, he does need to go," That disgusting voice came through and Catalina instantly tensed up as he closed the door, walked behind Catalina, and stared right at me.

"I think you should go and perhaps Catalina and I could discuss her new taste in companions." His hands found their way to her waist and he gave her a tight squeeze. She flinched.

I lost it.

"Get your fucking hands off of her before I cut them off and shove them down your throat."

Catalina's eyes slightly widened as my gaze locked with Dr. Wilson as he ever so slightly tightened his grip on her.

I had enough.

I grabbed his fatty throat and slowly began to squeeze. He released Catalina instantly and she rushed behind me. I watched as his eyes practically popped out of his head while he glanced at her. Probably hoping and wishing that she would step in and help.

Fat chance of that happening.

I squeezed his neck tighter and tighter. His face and lips begin turning dark shades of blue and purple.

Just a little more. He deserves this. He deserves to perish.

"Lucifer, stop, you're going to kill him."

Good!

I felt a small tug on my jacket as her delicate voice tried to reign me in,

"Lucifer Stop, that's enough!"

Just a few more seconds Catalina!

I felt her soft hand gently touch my shoulder and pull me back,

"He's not worth it." She whispered to me. She's right. Death would be too easy, too good for him. He deserved to suffer every single day. He deserved to feel nothing but absolute fear anytime he woke up or left his home. He didn't deserve the last thing he saw to be Catalina's face.

I pulled him close, slightly easing my grip on his throat, and rammed my fist straight into his face.

"LUCIFER!"

Catalina yelled as I pulled him back and delivered another blow.

And another.

And another.

And another.

The sound of his bones cracking and breaking beneath me echoed throughout the room as I slammed my fists harder and harder into his face. The sound was beautiful, it kept me going and kept the motivation in me to keep punching and keep hurting. To break. To destroy.

"I said that's enough!" Catalina yelled as she lifted my head to face her. Those big beautiful green eyes stared back at me.

Her eyes are not orange. She isn't angry?

"You need to get out of here." She said gently as if it were just me and her in this world.

I glanced back at the man, now gasping for air on the ground. His two eyes were swollen shut, blood leaking out of his nose and mouth.

I'd rather see his entire face swollen rather than just his eyes but I guess it will do for now.

"Go, I'll be right behind you." I nodded in her direction and she made her way to the door as I knelt and pulled the bastard therapist closer.

"If I ever catch you putting your hands on her or anyone ever again, I will make you bleed out of places you never thought could bleed."

I chucked the pathetic sack of a man and his head hit the ground, knocking him out cold.

Pathetic.

I rushed out of the office and found Catalina waiting by the front entrance, nervously twirling a piece of hair and looking outside. I came up behind her and gently opened the door, pushing her out,

"Let's get you out of here," I said to her as I grabbed her hand,

"You're coming with me." her fingers tightened around my hand as she led me to a black Nissan and opened the passenger side door.

"Get in the damn car Lucifer."

I stared at her for just a moment. There was no fear. She wasn't afraid or scared but there was something about her. Something in the way her eyes shifted and the way she spoke. She was worried.

What was she so worried about?

"Can you get in the damn car already please?" She asked and I nodded to her as I slid into the passenger seat and shut the door. I watched as she made her way to the driver's side, looking in every direction as if someone might come out. Something was eating at her. She was panicking about something. I knew she wasn't worried about her former therapist. But what was eating her up so badly?

"Stop at the police station first."

Catalina looked at me, her green eyes widened in surprise,

"Why the hell would I do that?"

"Because you're making a report against that creep."

"Lucifer there's nothing-"

"Catalina either you drive to the police station or I'll drag you there kicking and screaming, either way you're making a report so pick how you want to arrive there."

Her hands tightened on the steering wheel as she stared out of the window. She shook her head and for a moment I thought she wouldn't do it. And that was not acceptable. I put my hand on the gear shift, shifting the car to drive as I looked at Catalina and took her face in my hand, locking her eyes on mine,

"Drive."

* * *

Catalina's POV

"This is a waste of time," I said as Lucifer and I climbed the stairs to the police station. I didn't want to be here. I just wanted to fucking go home already.

"Reporting some creep that assaulted you is not a waste of damn time," Lucifer said as he held the door open for me. He was wrong though. It was a waste of time. I knew exactly how this would go and what would happen.

We made our way through the hallway until we reached the front desk where a shorter and more heavy officer sat, laughing at something on his phone. He had barely even noticed that Lucifer and I were standing in front of him until Lucifer cleared his throat. I watched as the officer became slightly irritated as he laid his phone down on the counter and stood up. The irritation quickly left his face as he took in the man who stood before him.

"What can I do for you folks-"

"She needs to file a report for an assault."

The officer nodded his head before looking back at me,

"Of course, please follow me and we'll ask you some questions."

I nodded, following the officer as he gestured towards a long hallway.

"I'll wait for you out here," Lucifer whispered as he took a single step away from me. I nodded my head before turning away from him, following the officer down the long cold hallway.

I can do this. I can do this. I can do this.

Five minutes. That's all it would take and then I could leave this building and never come back. I could do this. I could tell them what happened.

I can't do this!

I turned back and rushed back to the lobby where Lucifer stood leaning up against the door frame to the hallway.

"Will you come with me?"

Lucifer glanced down at me. His eyes were full of concern yet they were… soft as he looked at me.

"Is that what you want?"

"Yes."

I needed him with me. I needed someone I could trust, someone I knew wouldn't try anything. I needed him.

Lucifer nodded as he grabbed my hand, leading me back down the hallway. We caught back up to the officer who stood beside an open dark brown door. The room reminded me of the interrogation rooms I had seen on TV multiple times. White tile covered the floors and judging by how much dirt and grime were on them, this place hadn't had any renovations done to it in quite some time. The walls that I assumed had been white once now held a sheen of yellow grime. Lucifer followed me in, pulling out the metal chair and ushering me into the seat. He didn't take the seat beside me, instead, he stood behind me as the officer closed the door and took the seat across from me.

Here we go…

* * *

"And was that the only time this happened?" The officer asked as he continued to write down what I said.

"Yes, it was just the one instance."

The officer nodded as he scribbled more down on his notepad. I had told him everything that had happened in Dr. Wilson's office all those months ago. I froze a few times. My mind put me back into that space and for a moment I was back in that office, feeling his hands on me, feeling his breath on my skin. Lucifer was able to pull me out of it. A simple tap on my shoulder was all it took and I was back. After the first time, he had moved his hands away, but after the second time, Lucifer decided to keep his hands on my shoulders. Part of me flinched at the contact and I had to remind myself that I was not in that office and that it was Lucifer gripping my shoulders, not Dr. Wilson.

His touch grounded me. Bringing me back from that dark place and back into reality.

"I just have a few more questions before you guys get outta here," The officer said as he shifted in his chair,

"How long were you seeing Dr. Wilson for?"

"Maybe two months."

"And you said this was the only time this kind of thing happened?"

I nodded my head,

"That's correct."

"Miss Catalina, do you remember exactly what you were wearing that day?"

I rolled my eyes,

And there we go.

Before I could say anything, Lucifer spoke,

"What the fuck does what she was wearing have anything to do with what he did to her?"

The officer stiffened as he looked up at Lucifer,

"Sometimes what someone wears can influence the way one acts and-"

"You better not be insinuating what I think you are."

The officer laid down his pen, clutching his hands together as he looked at me,

"All I am saying is that sometimes, when we dress a certain way some people can interpret that as an invitation to-"

"DO NOT BLAME THIS ON HER!" Lucifer yelled as his hands left my shoulders and pounded on the metal table.

"What she wore that day is not fucking relevant, what is relevant is what happened to her and what that piece of shit tried to do." Lucifer seethed as he stared down at the officer who looked as if he was a few seconds away from bolting from the room.

Lucifer stood, his hands sliding off the metal table and back to his side,

"Now what is going to be done about him?"

"There will be an investigation regarding Dr. Wilson-"

"An investigation? That's it?"

"We have to make sure we have all of the truthful and correct information." He said as his gaze cut to me. Lucifer seemed to notice and looked down at me and then back at the officer.

"Are you insinuating that she is lying?"

"I am not insinuating anything but a man's innocence and reputation are on the line with something like this, we just need to make sure everything is correct and factual."

"Are you serious?" Lucifer asked as he rounded the table, standing in front of the officer,

"A woman comes to you, tells you she's been assaulted and you are more concerned about what she was wearing and the damn man's reputation than what happened to her, and then have the nerve to insinuate that she is lying!"

The officer stood, stepping up to Lucifer even though he was a good four inches short of Lucifer,

"Who the hell do you think you're talking to like-"

"SIT DOWN!" Lucifer screamed. The officer sat back down in his chair as Lucifer leaned forward, placing a hand behind the officer and resting it on the back of the chair. "I don't care what you have to do or whose ass you have to kiss, but you are going to do whatever you have to do to make sure this report goes through," Lucifer leaned in even closer, a wicked smile blossoming on his face,

"And if you don't, the things I will do to you,"

Lucifer chuckled as he grabbed a fistful of the officer's hair,

"Not even God himself could save you from me, do I make myself clear?"

The officer nodded his head as Lucifer stood straight up and turned to me,

"Is there anything else you wish to tell him?"

I shook my head,

"No,"

"Good then let's get out of here and let the man get to work." Lucifer took my hand in his as we walked out of the room and back down the hallway. His fingers tightened against mine as we rushed past everyone. We didn't speak until we got back into the car.

"You should have let me kill him," Lucifer said as he slammed the passenger door shut.

I should have.

"I should do a lot of things but yet I don't," I said as I put the car in drive and began pulling away from the police station. Despite Lucifer's rather colorful threat, I knew that the report would go to the bottom of a long, long pile and would most likely never see the light of day.

"And this is your justice system? This is who is supposed to serve and protect? To keep people safe?"

"Unfortunately," I said as we pulled up to a red light. Lucifer went quiet for a moment, staring out of the passenger window. Who knew what was even going through his head right now?

"Is it always like that?" He asked as he shifted his gaze to mine,

"Unfortunately," Lucifer opened his mouth to say something but I continued.

"This is, unfortunately, the way of the world, everything is placed on women, You get assaulted? they ask what were you wearing, You don't want kids? you get judged by others and go on to suffer the side effects of birth control, You get pregnant and don't want it? You get judged and told you should have kept your legs closed, If a man gets distracted by my body we're told to cover ourselves up for them-"

"That's fucking ridiculous."

"I agree," I said as we turned onto the road. Lucifer went quiet again as I drove. I tried putting what happened in Dr. Wilson's office out of my head. Seeing Lucifer choke the living hell out of the man was the highlight of my week but I was dealing with it. I didn't need him defending me. I could defend and take care of myself. Getting Lucifer involved with my problems was a recipe for disaster.

"We should probably talk about what happened back there at Dr. Wilson-"

"Don't even fucking say his name."

I gripped my steering wheel tighter as I spoke,

"You had no right to do that-"

"I can do whatever the hell I want!"

"Not when it comes to my life!"

Lucifer's gaze shot to mine as I sped down the road.

Home. Home was just a few short miles away.

"Would you have even said anything?" he asked as his cold hard eyes met mine.

No. I wouldn't have. I would have just continued with life and tried like hell to forget everything that happened.

"No, no I wouldn't have-"

"Are you fucking serious? He hurt you! He could've hurt others!"

I hit the gas as we began to pull into the driveway,

"Plenty of people have hurt me Lucifer, he was not the first and he certainly will not be the last," I said as I put the car in park and began unbuckling my seat belt.

"Perhaps if you learned to fucking take care of yourself then I wouldn't have to step in and help-"

"HELP! Is that what you think you did?"

Lucifer didn't answer as he opened the passenger door and slammed it shut, walking up the stairs and into the house. I hurried out of the car and followed him, catching the front door before it closed in my face,

"What you did was stupid and reckless and dangerous!" I shouted at Lucifer as we walked through the front door and into the kitchen at Gabriel's house. What Lucifer had done,

He'd nearly beaten a man to death!

I knew where he was going the second he took off. I had to stop him. I didn't give a shit about the therapist, I knew eventually he would get what was coming to him but Lucifer didn't deserve to be tangled into that and that nosy receptionist? I knew the moment she heard something coming from that office she'd call the police and who knows what could have gone down.

"That's rich coming from you!" He spit out as he grabbed a water bottle from the fridge.

"Excuse me, what's that supposed to mean?"

"You're the queen of reckless and dangerous decisions around here, or have you forgotten the drinking and sleeping around?"

Of course, he would throw that back in my face.

"Well, at least my activities don't end up with people dead!"

My activities no matter how reckless or stupid they might have been, never ended with me or someone else dying or potentially calling the police or me ending up in jail! Lucifer not only endangered my former therapist's life but he endangered his own. He could've been hurt!

"BULLSHIT, YOUR ACTIVITIES END UP WITH YOU DEAD!"

"You are such a demented prick!"

"And you're an insufferable bitch! I thought we had established this already!"

"Why would you do something so stupid?"

"BECAUSE HE HURT YOU!" Lucifer yelled as he slammed his hand onto the marble island,

"He hurt you and then had the nerve to put his hands on you."

"Why do you even care Lucifer?"

"I DON'T FUCKING KNOW OKAY!" He yelled as he stood up and walked over to me,

"I don't know why I care but when I saw his hands on you I lost it and I wanted nothing more than to kill him and trust me Catalina if you hadn't been there I would have!"

I didn't doubt it. I knew that had I stayed here Lucifer would have killed him. He wouldn't have regretted it either. He would have absolutely slaughtered Dr. Wilson and part of me smiled thinking about him being dead. Lying on the ground, unable to hurt anyone else but another part of me knew that he deserved a fate worse than death. He deserved to suffer. Yet another part of me knew taking a life, even a life that had caused me and possibly others pain, was wrong.

I didn't want to think like that. I didn't want to think that someone who hurt me didn't deserve to be hurt as well. But that would make me what my mother always said I was. A monster.

Mother always said it was important to forgive each other but what if I didn't want to forgive? What if I wanted them to suffer? Did that make me a horrible person? Did that make me the monster she said I was?

I reached up to touch his cheek, he was still so warm and his face red and flustered.

"You could have been hurt," I whispered to him,

He chuckled as he leaned forward,

"I told you before, you don't have to worry about me princess."

Princess.

"I thought I told you to stop calling me that."

Lucifer smiled,

"And once again, I told you I'd call you whatever I wish."

He reached his hand up to grab my cheek but I stopped him once I saw his hand. His bloody and bruised hand.

"Dammit, you're hurt," I said as I took a step back and began looking for the first aid kit,

"Catalina I am fine."

"Sit in the damn chair." I pointed to the chair closest to us and continued to rummage through the kitchen,

"Has anyone ever told you how bossy you are sometimes?" He smirked as he took a seat.

Where the fuck is the first aid kit?!

Gabriel surely was going to be home soon and the last thing he needed to see was Lucifer's bruised and bloody hands and start asking questions.

I grabbed a towel from the drawer and ran it under lukewarm water. I wouldn't be able to disinfect the cuts until I found the first aid kit but I could at least help clean him up.

"Thank you," I said as I gathered his left hand in the cloth and began to scrub.

"For what you did. I appreciate it."

As much as I hated it admit it a part of me found how Lucifer reacted…sweet and despite the way he went about it, he was just trying to help.

Lucifer nodded,

"You do not have to thank me, I imagine anyone would have done the same."

Wrong.

Many people today would have looked at the situation and either not believed what I told them or told me I was overreacting and it would somehow be my fault.

"You'd be surprised how wrong you are."

His hand tensed in mine,

"Explain."

I released his left hand and grabbed his right,

"I think there's been enough violence today wouldn't you say." I glanced up at him and I could tell he wanted to say more, to ask something but he kept his mouth shut as I wiped off the rest of the blood from his tattooed hands.

"Tell me about the tattoos."

His eyes met mine,

"What would you like to know?"

I shrugged,

"Do they mean anything?"

Lucifer shook his head,

"No, I just happened to find a few pieces of art that I liked and instead of just having them kept on a piece of paper that was sure to be eroded by time, I simply chose to immortalize them on my skin."

"You like art?"

Lucifer nodded,

"I do. I am someone who that believes without art and the people who create those pieces then this world would be very very dull, I find it intriguing the way one can visualize something in their head and manifest it into existence, think even with your books all those words were once just an idea in someone's head, images they would see playing out in their mind, it's fascinating."

Indeed it was.

"What about you?" He asked,

"What about me?"

"Do you like the arts as well?"

"I do, though I am a terrible artist, I used to enjoy writing a lot as a kid."

Lucifer smirked,

"I bet you came up with some very interesting stories."

"I did."

I thought back to all those notebooks I filled out with countless stories and characters. Worlds that I had created in my head. Pages full of ideas that would never see the light of day.

"I would love to read one someday," Lucifer whispered so softly as if he was confused by what he was saying.

"I don't have any pieces."

"Why?"

Lucifer's grip tightened slightly around my hands,

"My mother wasn't a fan of the arts so much, every notebook I had with my stories in them she threw away. Said I should be more focused on my studies than creating nonsense that no one would care about or get me anywhere."

Lucifer's gaze went cold for a brief moment,

"Tell me about your tattoos."

Lucifer nodded toward my arms,

"Each piece tells a story, some good, some bad, but always with me."

I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks as Lucifer looked at me. His eyes caressed the dark intricate art that decorated my arms, His gaze pausing at the Medusa tattoo on my hand. I shifted myself, trying to hide the piece that affected me so much. Lucifer looked back at me,

"Thank you for cleaning up the blood." He said softly as he moved a piece of my hair over my shoulder,

"Of course."

His hand grazed my cheek and for a brief moment, It wasn't The Devil staring at me. It wasn't the Prince of Darkness. It was just Lucifer. A man with dark hazel eyes, wavy black hair, and a smile that for some reason made my heart skip a beat. A man who knew what it was like to have everyone around you only see the bad in you and none of the good. For a moment it was just us.

The sound of Gabriel's keys jilted us both up,

"Hey guys sorry I'm late I got held up-" Gabriel went silent as he saw Lucifer's hand wrapped in the cloth,

"What the fuck happened?"

"Nothing, just an incident while training today," I spoke quickly hoping Gabriel believed me. He probably didn't but it was worth a shot. Gabriel glanced at Lucifer,

"You alright?"

"I'm fine," Lucifer answered. His gaze locked on me.

Right…

"Well it's getting late I'm gonna head up and shower and change, I'll see you guys tomorrow for training."

I didn't wait for either of them to answer before rushing down the hall and into my room.

What in the utter hell is happening?