I woke up early the next morning, probably because we fell asleep quite early. I reached out for Lucifer with my hand, but couldn't feel him anywhere on the bed. I didn't find it wired that he wasn't there. I had completely forgotten about taking off his handcuffs and therefore thought I knew he would max be about 20 meters away from me. I went back to sleep, but as time passed, Lucifer still hadn't returned to bed. I sat up in the bed, still naked, looking around: my clothes were scattered around the room – his clothes were gone - and the bed we were sleeping on was slightly wrecked - the sheets were torn, and there were feathers from the pillows everywhere. Lucifer was nowhere to be found in the room. I got out of bed, wanting to take my dress back on, but when I lifted it I saw the handcuffs. I stood still for a few moments, thinking. Lucifer wouldn't run away... would he? Before looking any further into the case I put on my dress and underwear. I walked out to the hallway, heading for the bathroom, to see if he could be in there. He wasn't. I walked back to the room and began pacing forth and back, panicking. Was he really gone?
I looked up at the clock seeing it was only 5:15 and Henry wouldn't come to the room before 6:30. I packed the room up, scooping the feathers under the bed and covered the torn sheets with the duvet. I packed my stuff, including the handcuffs, and then sat down on the bed, waiting for Lucifer to come back.
He didn't. I had been sitting on the bed for almost an hour and I was on the verge of crying before I decided I had to come up with a new solution. I jumped out the window. If Henry and the others came to our room and saw that I was the only one there, I wouldn't know how to explain my situation. If I jumped out the window, they would have to explain it themselves and my guess was that they would conclude that Lucifer had abducted me or something. We were on the first floor, so there wasn't far to the ground. I had put my hair up and put a white jacket on. I definitely stood out, but white was all I owned.
I began walking down the street, very unsure of where I was going. I didn't have a fully conceived plan, but I knew I had to find Lucifer and convince him to come back. My first plan, however, was that I couldn't stay too close to the hotel where others were staying at. If they found me I will most differently be the second angel who is thrown out of heaven and I will probably be thrown straight to hell. The streets were not empty. They were filled with busy people in business suits and in the ghettos there were either people with black and pink hair or people who looked homeless. I wanted to give them money, but I didn't have any. People were looking at me weirdly and it made me realise that I couldn't wear these clothes. I would be remembered by these people and when Ida would ask around for a girl dressed in white, they would most likely remember me.
I began looking around for a clothing store and found, to my surprise, that they were everywhere. My eyes landed on a small thrift shop and I went in. There was an old lady in there, she immediately smiled once I stepped in and I returned it.
"Can I help you with anything, sweetie?" she asked. There were no other customers in the store and I assumed that she didn't get a lot of them.
"Do you exchange clothing?" I asked. I had read that some stores on earth did that.
"We do!" she said excitingly "I will look at your clothes and review the value of it, then you can look around the store and see if there is anything within that price range" she explained. I nodded and threw my back up on the counter. I opened it to reveal all my white clothing.
"You sure like to wear white," she said slightly surprised.
"I used to, but not so much anymore" I answered. She didn't question it any further and started looking at the clothes. She took her time with each item and folded them thoroughly in piles afterwards.
"You want to sell all off it?" she asked, looking up at me. I nodded "except for the one I'm wearing," I said. When I got back others I wanted to have something white to wear. She looked over the piles of clothes.
"All of it will probably have a value of 80 dollars," she said. She looked like she was ready to fight about something, but I just nodded and started looking around the store. I didn't have a good fashion sense, so the clothes I choose were slightly random. I picked things based on what I had seen other people wear. In the end, I had picked 5 shirts and 3 pairs of pants, a cap, some socks and a pair of black shoes. It was all very cheap, so I ended up getting 10 dollars in profit. She told me I could go into the back and change, so I did. I thanked her many times before I walked out of the store.
People were staring at me way less than before. When I had looked myself in the mirror, I looked unrecognisable, which was a good thing. Now Henry and the others wouldn't be able to easily find me. My only plan now was to find Lucifer.
Where would a devil go if he had been captured and held imprisoned for a century in a cave, but then escaped by sleeping with an angel who had developed feelings for him? I looked around, spinning around myself as if there would be a sign somewhere. "Move, asshole" someone mumbled as they shoved into my shoulder. I didn't take it personally, maybe it wasn't their day. I moved over to the side, so I wouldn't get in anyone else's way, and that's when I saw it: a big poster with the words 'new opening of night club'. It was perfect. I had read that Lucifer was a party animal, and couldn't resist the urge to party when there was one. The opening was tonight at 8 o'clock, so all I had to do now was wait. Waiting 13 hours wouldn't be that bad. I put on my cap and sat down on a bench.
I really couldn't describe how boring it was to wait. I had 10 dollars and used all of them on food, but once the food was eaten there really wasn't much else to do. I felt anxious as I was ditting on a bench in a park. I couldn't sit still. I was thinking about everything I had done for the past week and I mentally slapped myself in the face for it. I should have known that Lucifer would run. I should have known that he didn't have actual feelings for me. And I should have never even considered taking his handcuffs off. I sat by in a park staring at all the children and their families. When I was in heaven, one of my jobs was to bless families with children, so seeing this made me slightly less anxious because I saw how happy my job had made them. But as much as I enjoyed seeing the parents with their kids, it was hard to do for 13 hours.
About 7 hours passed before I wondered how Henry and the others were doing. I wanted to go back there and tell them everything, but I knew I wouldn't like the consequences of that. I knew I eventually I had to go back, with or without Lucifer. I wanted to give myself some time to, both find an excuse for running away and finding Lucifer and making him shut up about our short affair. It seemed almost impossible to find a solution to it now, but if I could just make Lucifer tell the others that he kidnapped me it would all be fine I think.
I had found a place where I could see the sunset. It was a rooftop. I had snuck into an apartment complex and had run up the stairs before anybody noticed me. I could also see the rest of the town from up here. I almost just wanted to stay up there and just forget about everything. The cold air almost burned my exposed cheeks and made my long hair go crazy. The time came for me to go downstairs again.
The sunset had changed the city completely. The earlier black business suits were now replaced with colours and small clothing items, despite it being very cold. When I arrived there was a long line, but Lucifer was nowhere to be seen in it. I suspected that he was already inside. He probably had some VIP pass or something. Even though he had been locked in a cave for the past century, I wouldn't have been surprised if he had. He had probably evoked one of his demons and made them run the business while he was locked up.
I looked at the line again, seeing how slow it went. You apparently had to pay to enter the club so that didn't make it any easier because I didn't have any money left. I looked around to see if there was any other entrance, like a backdoor or a fire escape, but there wasn't. Suddenly I saw a bunch of girls walk past me and through the door, without paying anything. The girls were wearing short skirts and crop tops. They were wearing heavy makeup and had long curled hair.
It didn't click immediately but then it did. If I wanted to get in, I had to wear something revealing to show off my body to get into that nightclub without paying. It was what the girls did so why couldn't I. Obviously, I wasn't a big fan of the idea, but I had and wanted to make sacrifices to fix my own mistakes. I looked around for a place to change and started to wonder If I even owned something revealing. I went to an empty alley behind the nightclub and began looking through my clothes. It turned out I didn't have anything that I thought would suit the nightclub.
I began to rip up my white dress and make it more revealing than it was before. I really didn't know how to start, but I was too desperate to get into that club to care. I tarred the white dress from the high neckline to the middle of my stomach. But neither did I notice that I was being watched. "Darling" a strange male voice from the side ally yelled and continued "do ya' need any help there?". I froze and lifted my head up to see whom I was talking to. A man with quite yellow teeth and a cigarette dangling from his mouth had now approached me. Two of his fellow mates were behind him but stood a couple of meters away up against the brick wall. "Oh, no thanks I'm fine! I'm just trying to get into the club to find someone". The man started laughing and soon his mates started laughing with him, as if on command. "Find someone? Who are you trying to find sugerpump? I don't think you belong in a place like this". He had stopped laughing and now began moving closer to me. I, of course, didn't feel safe and had started backing up. "Is it your boyfriend you're looking for?" he said mockingly. I considered screaming but the music from the club would probably outshout me. Then I considered running away, but they looked quite fast and could probably outrun me as well. I had to make a decision fast. I could always do both? I opened my mouth to scream but it was like my throat was tied into knots. He ran to me and I could tell he was about to tackle me, so I moved my arms up to helplessly try to defend myself and closed my eyes as an instinct.