31 Writing Prompts--Forget

Evenstar Lucifer

I really like Lizzie--one of my old coworkers whom I met again by chance at one of the bars I frequent--so I've been taking her out to dinner and things like that.  We've both made it clear to each other that we're not dating, we're just having some fun together because we're friends.  I still bring her flowers and things of that nature.

She knows by now that I only do this with friends; all I usually get out of the people I meet at bars are one-night stands.  But that's all I and they want, so it all works out.  Abaddon doesn't mind; he once said that he didn't have a chance in anywhere to keep up with my libido.  Then I asked him what libido meant and he said he'd tell me when I was older.

Since I have a lot more free time now, I usually go and spend it in the nearest town or mall, and I walk everywhere once I'm actually in town.  Since we live about twenty miles away from it; it doesn't seem that far to me, but every person I pick up says that that's a long way away, so I get to spend the night at their house or apartment or wherever they live.

Lizzie and I worked out a system for when I can show up:  after 5 on Wednesday and any time on Saturday, since she gets out early on Wednesday and doesn't work Saturday.  And today is Wednesday, so I brought her some flowers.  Red carnations and baby's breath, her favorite.

There's another car in the driveway, so I decide to keep my visit short.  But then, she usually locks the door…and the lights are usually on.  And she's usually there to greet me.  Weird… I think, and lay the flowers down where they won't get squashed.

I never get to go any further than the living room--we've never had each other--so I go there to wait for her.

"Not your usual punctual self, are you, Lucifer?" a man's voice purred dangerously from the couch, and I stop right where I am, next to the light switch and within bolting distance of the door.

"My name is Evenstar, not Lucif--" I start, but something slams onto the coffee table, and I see the man stand up and glare at me.

"I'll call you what I damn well please!  You are the one who's been making my wife cheat on me!"

"We haven't done anything!" Lizzie yells from the kitchen.

"SHUT UP, WHORE!" the man--her husband--bellows towards her.  Something stiffens inside of me.

"We're just friends," I tell him, way more calmly than I actually feel.  "We haven't had sex with each other.  We haven't touched each other inappropriately.  We haven't held hands.  We haven't even been dating.  We're just friends."

It is then that his fist collides with my face and the light switches on.  I scream for help from my brothers and try my best to hold him off, but I'm neither strong nor trained.  The darkness of unconsciousness doesn't come fast enough.

~~*~~

When I wake up, the ground feels like it's moving.  It's hard to open my eyes, but I do finally manage it, and stare stupidly at the leather in front of my eyes for several minutes.

Evenstar?  You up? Abaddon's voice, very close and tender.

I dunno, Abby…hug? even my mindvoice sounds groggy.

When I ain't driving, 'kay?

…okay…what happened?

Well…you screamed for 'elp, I took off for where you were, and your friend's 'usband thought 'e could take me on too.  Didn't exactly work out.  Claws 'ave a tendency to beat fists.  In the middle of that, Lizzie called the police.  'er 'usband is facing charges of assault.  If 'e wakes up, that is.

…is he dead?

No, but 'e'll probably wish 'e was if 'e wakes.  We slowly turn onto the big driveway to the western gate.

"Are you sure he's okay?" Lizzie asks from the front seat.  "He hasn't moved…"

"Well, 'e's awake now, so pretty sure 'e'll be fine.  Seen 'im 'eal from a lot, dj'rai-uk'."

"You keep calling me that…what does it mean?"

"It's informal Angelic for 'young female 'uman', affectionate.  Sama can tell you more about it, if you're interested."

"…you don't look like an angel."

"I ain't," he says, then he stops the car and opens his door.  "Try not to move your leg, Liz, it's broken pretty bad…Evenstar, don't move an inch."

I giggle weakly.  Sure…how bad?

A 'uman would be dead, he says grimly.  We're calling Raphael for both of you.

…can I still…?

Go pick up and get picked up?  You can, but be more careful.  This may 'urt, he warns, sliding a litter under me.  I try not to yelp.

Satan's gotcha, don't worry, he whispers, going to help Lizzie into a wheelchair and then get us both inside.  Satan talks to me the whole way to try and keep me awake.  Only a few things really stick.

We'll try our best to forget what happened here tonight, but Lizzie's husband won't.  Ever.  Like the angels, humans don't seem to be able to forget throughout their lives, but they at least are mortal.  For now, you're safe, and you can forget.