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“What do you want, Gabriel?”

I’d pushed past her and she closed the door,

“You told Lucifer about your gift?” She shrugged her shoulders,

“I was drunk and wasn’t thinking but it felt right to tell him.”

Of course, she was drunk.

“Well, Lucifer was asking about you and your gift and your family this morning.”

I could see the slight look of fear in her eyes,

“What did you tell him?”

“Just the basics, that I’ve known about your gift for years and that your mom is a piece of shit and your dad is a spineless tool, and that you don’t speak to your brothers.”

Catalina closed her eyes and dropped down back onto the bed.

“I won’t tell him anything else.”

“It felt nice to talk about it.”

Her voice came out as barely a whisper. As if it was something she was afraid to admit.

“It felt nice to confide in someone who in a way is similar to myself.”

“How do you think you and Lucifer are similar?” I asked as I took a seat at her desk. Catalina and Lucifer were vastly different. She for one never killed anyone or enjoyed the torment of others.

“We both are the outcasts of our family, we’re both seen as the bad ones,” She sighed and let out a low laugh,

“He honestly gets it.”

There’s no way she’s serious right now.

“Lucifer is here to help you find an outlet for the drinking and messing around. He’s not here to be your therapist, He’ll be gone soon enough so don’t get too used to him being around.”

I didn’t want her getting too attached to him. He wasn’t going to be here long and the last thing I needed was her trying to bond with him and sleeping with him.

Not a picture I need in my head right now!

“I know and thank you for always looking out for me but you have to understand that there are things you can’t help me with. Things you wouldn’t be able to understand or relate to.”

She was right. No matter what I could never understand some of the things she went through. I didn’t understand what it would feel like to be outcasted from your family. I didn’t understand how it felt to be the odd man out. I didn’t understand what it felt like to be labeled as the problem child.

But he did. He would know all about that.

Catalina yawned as she got up and headed for her door,

“Where are you going?”

“Well since I’m up before my alarm went off, I figured I could get a few hours of reading done.”

Why am I not surprised?

I couldn’t help but smile as I yelled back,

“Can you at least put some pants on!”

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