A Dance With The Devil (A Sylus - Love and Deepspace Fanfiction)

Stay With Me

I unbuckled my seatbelt and opened the door myself. I struggled getting out of the car and Sylus watched me whole time, his heart clenching at the sight. He wanted to help me, but he knew that I didn't want him to touch me, especially right now. I hobbled towards the entrance to the mansion with no assistance, in pain the whole time.

"Be careful, you don't want to hurt yourself even more," he said concerned for me.

I stood still unable to move and further, the pain in my ankle too great. I didn't want to admit that I needed his help, especially with how angry I was with him.

"Sylus..."

He noticed that I had stopped, and he could see the pain etched on my face. He took a step towards me, his expression conflicted.

"Please...let me help you. You're in no condition to walk," he said speaking softly.

"I don't want to walk any more..."

Sylus' expression softened, and he approached me slowly.

"I know you're mad at me, and you have every right to be. But I can't just leave you like this. Please, let me carry you inside. I promise I won't do anything else." His words were sincere.

I shook my head yes and looked down as he picked me up. He picked me up as carefully as he could, his arms strong and gentle. He held me close to his chest, and he could feel how ice cold I was. He walked into the mansion, his steps measured and careful. He carried me up the stairs and into his bedroom, setting me down on the bed gently.

"Thank you..." I said trailing off.

Sylus sat down on the edge of the bed soaking wet, eyes fixed on me. He could sense my reluctance and my anger, and he knew that he had to tread carefully.

"You're welcome. Can I look at your ankle?" He asked.

reluctantly I agreed and let him look at my ankle. He reached out and gently touched my ankle, his fingers tracing he swollen area.

"It's definitely sprained. I'll have one of my medics come and take a look at it. I'll also help you out of those wet clothes, but right now is there anything else I can do to make you more comfortable?" He asked.

"Sylus...I can't be here anymore..." I mumbled completely numb.

Sylus' expression darkened, and he looked at me with a mix of concern and sadness.

"What do you mean you can't be here anymore? Where do you intend on going?"

"Anywhere but here. Back at the club...last week sylus..." I began to say tears started welling up in my eyes again. I continued,

"last week you texted her for a booty call. How am I ever supposed to believe anything you say to me?"

Sylus winced at my words, his heart heavy with guilt. He knew that he had made a mistake, and he knew that he had hurt me deeply.

"I know, I messed up. I shouldn't have texted Ava. I was weak...and I gave into my desires. But that doesn't mean that I don't care about you. I do, more than you know," he said looking down at the floor.

"Back at the club, you said, 'let me explain'. Explain to me, Sylus. What's the truth? If I feel like you're lying to me at all, I'll leave forever," I said extremely serious.

Sylus took a deep breath, his eyes meeting mine. He knew that he had to honest with me, no matter how difficult it was.

"The truth is...I was weak. I was lonely and frustrated, and I needed someone to be with me. I didn't think about how it would affect you or the potential of what we could be. I thought that I could have it all, but I was wrong. I should have never texted Ava, and I should have never hurt you like that. I'm sorry, Kitten. I'm so sorry," he said, his words heavy.