After about a week I finally picked myself up and got out of bed to try and stretch my body, it hurt so much but I forced myself to move. I walked over to my side of the closet and grabbed a dress that was loose around my a** so it wouldn't put a lot of pressure on it, I was healing but it was scarred over and I was afraid it would open the wounds again. I put on the green dress and put some black flats on and walked to door and peeped outside the door making sure he was no where to be seen.
I stepped out and gently closed the door and turned around, I slammed right into something hard and squealed. I started to look up to find Lucifer walking with some guy behind him who was chuckling at me "I am so sorry, Lucifer, I didn't mean to.." he put his hand up and laughed "Where are you going,
