Dark Devotion

*Not a fanfic*
*Also on Wattpad*
*Andy Biersack is on the cover because he's casted as James Black.*
This is a dark story of obsession and murder. (& a lot of drama)
Rebecca has been married for four years, and her marriage is at it's worse. She fears her marriage will soon fall to ruin, she's stuck between bitterness and depression. Then a tall, blue-eyed, mysterious stranger moves into her neighborhood, his darkness captures her immediately.
From the very first second James laid eyes upon Rebecca, he knew he had to have her. She's stuck in an unhappy place, and he's just the person to set her free.
But in the end, what will James have done to achieve his beloved Rebecca? Does she really know James the way she thinks she does? Or is he something she never expected? Will this not so innocent affair end with deadly consequences?
Getting James into her bed wasn't hard, it's getting rid of him that's the hard part.


8. Chapter Eight

(Present Day)


Over the next few days, I break out in a sweat even when I think of James, especially at night. His beauty had drawn me in and now the thought of his presence intimidates me.

I still wish to keep this all a secret from John of course.

I sit up on the edge of the bed and I let my mind drift to the same thoughts that had crossed it those eleven years ago. I had what I thought was a happy childhood, but upon finding out about being adopted I looked back at all my memories differently. 

My parents were never mean to me, but since I looked back, I see that they were more strict with me. At the time, I thought it was because I was older and that more was expected of me, I had to a good example for my little sister. But, now I have my doubts. Is it wrong to think like that? If it is, I can't help it.

I look down at John, I can't seem to put my heart in trying to work things out with him. Maybe, and more likely, I just don't want to. I assume I'll tell him I want a divorce soon enough. 

I just don't want to do this with him.

You could have saved her. The words echo through my head, like the thrum of a drum. No, I tried, but I couldn't save her, I wrestle with the proverbial demons in my head. You didn't try hard enough. The whispers of my secrets and of my heartache make me feel numb to the world. You lost some of that numbness when you were with James you know?

I shake my head, all be it true, I didn't want to think about James. I don't want to think of anything having to do with him, let alone him.

The thoughts I have are an endless torture, suited for me to bare, I think. For the sins I've committed, the death that I caused.

Why didn't you save her? Why did you let her go on the lake that day? I'll be damned if I know, I thought it was safe. I never dreamed anything would happen to her. I loved my sister, I would never have purposely hurt her.

Maybe not purposely, but you hurt her all the same. She's still dead, no matter how much you didn't mean for it to happen, you killed her.

I walk to the dresser, and without water, I take a pill for my headache. I pass the door we always keep closed. I haven't dared to venture into it for a little over a year now. Neither has John. I don't believe either of us has the heart to face what behind that thin sheet of wood that separates us from our darkest memories. I walk quietly down the steps, John's loud snores follow me down the dark staircase. I go down rather smoothly and quickly, habit allows this. I know every crack, every blemish, every flaw of this house. And why should I, I've only lived in it for four years now.

I brush my hair away from my face as I reach the bottom step, my eyes are adjusted to the darkness, but I still can't really make anything out in the pitch black nothingness of our quiet home. Once again I rely on my memory. 

I step out onto the back porch, I look out into the yard. It's not much of a yard, but it's still a yard. The breeze blows my hair, it whips around my face. Getting knotty and tangled, just so it takes longer to brush, of course.

I take several deep breaths, enjoying the peace of being alone. But I'm not really as alone as I think.


Oh no, just the way my name sounds on his lips send shivers down my spine. Of course, I recognize James deep voice immediately. My heartbeat quickens as I feel him draw closer to me. He put's his hand on my bare arm, I feel the hair on the back of my neck stand. With just a mere touch of his hand, my knees turn to jello.

He puts his arms around me, pulling me closer to him. He kisses my neck softly, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't find some enjoyment in his kiss.

"James, what do you want of me?"

"Oh, you very well know the answer to that question, so why bother asking it in the first place?"

He starts to kiss me again, I pull away from him. He snorts, "Frankly you disappoint me, Rebecca. I suppose you'd rather have that medicated cotton ball touching you," he puts one of his hands on each of my shoulders, "kissing you" he kisses me hungrily. I don't try to push him away, nor do I encourage him. 

"You think you're so great that I can't just move on from you? What makes you think I want you?"

He laughs, "The thing is, it isn't that I think I'm great. I know it." He puts his lips to my ear, "Just like I know you will always want me." 


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