A Deal With The Devil

Part 3

I finally stop when I simply cannot keep putting one foot in front of the other. I am breathing heavy, trying to catch my breath as I lean forward, my hands on my knees. My head is spinning, but I think that is just from the fact that I am definitely drunk. I don't know how far I ran or where I am, but I just need to get home. As soon as I can breathe I fish my phone from my back pocket and dial Kate's number.

"Hello?" She answers only after a few rings, but I can tell she was asleep. I don't even know what time it is, but it must me late.

"Can you come get me?" is all I say.

"I'll be right there."

Kate came and got me, but she brought me back to her house. I didn't want to go back to my dorm. I didn't want to potentially see Riley and I certainly did not want Silas to show up there looking for me. I was drunk and tired when Kate got me, so she didn't make me answer any questions that night. When she drove me back to my dorm in the morning she tried to pull as much out of me as possible, but I kept all my answers to her as vague as I could. I just wanted to get home.

When I opened my dorm room door I breathed a heavy sigh of relief to see that it was empty. No Riley and no Silas. My phone died sometime last night so I kick off my shoes and move to plug it in, tossing it onto my bed before sitting down in my desk chair. I can't believe I slipped up last night. I can't believe I let him get to me. I am trying so hard right now to be only filled with hatred for him again, but I can't. I just keep remembering how much fun I had, and hearing about his dad...I don't know. Fuck, I don't know. No. I cannot do this. He is a fucking demon. He is only here to fulfill his end of this bargain. I am just some ploy to him, a 'get out of hell free' card. I need to remember that, and I really fucking need to remember that I cannot have my guard down around him at any point. I cannot start to like him and I without a doubt cannot fall in love with him.

My phone starts dinging, it's my text tone going off again and again. I stand up from my chair to look at the screen.

From Silas:

(Y/N), are you okay? Where are you?

From Silas:

Come on, (Y/N). Please at least tell me you're okay.

From Silas:

Why did you run?

From Silas:

You know what, don't answer that. Just let me know you aren't dead when you see this.

I sigh softly. The aching in my heart is not good. I spent one drunken night with him, which ended up with me literally running from him, yet I find myself aching to have his arms around me again. Fuck I need to get my shit together. This is not good, so not good.

I text him back.

To Silas:

I am fine.

I hit send and then set my phone back down. I need to take a shower to wash the alcohol smell off of me, so I start to undress. Tossing my clothes into the hamper and grabbing my towel, as I am sliding it around my body I hear my phone go off. I lean over to look at it.

From Silas:

That's all you have to say?

I decide to ignore it, grabbing my shower caddy, slipping on some shoes and heading out of my dorm room and to the showers.

When I get back to my room I am startled once again by Silas being inside.

"Fuck." I say as I jump, immediately lifting my hands to cover as much as myself as I can. I have my towel on, but I still feel weirdly exposed being in front of him like this.