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.


15. Chapter Fifteen

(Present Day)


Amy came to the house for tea, she brought her niece, Mary. Her sister, Darleen, let Amy watch the child for the afternoon while she went shopping. I saw her when she was first born, she would be about eight months old now. Mary looks just like a precious angel, although I can tell by Amy's face that Mary is driving her crazy.

Combing her hand through her short red hair, she sits down on the couch, "Oh, did you hear about Marcy Covack?"

I start to pour more tea into her cup, "No. I hope she okay."

"Well, I highly doubt that considering she died last night." Her words hit me like a freight train, "You and I both know she's not okay, not where she's at."

I continue to pour the tea until it starts to overflow, tea spills onto the table over the side of the cup. Steam rises from the hot liquid as it pools up on the surface of the wood table.


When Amy calls my name I stop, putting the teapot to the side I immediately leave the room to grab a towel for the mess I've made. 

"What happened to her?" I ask gingerly as I ease back down onto the couch. I start to dab at the liquid with the towel.

"I heard she fell down the stairs, some kind of freak accident." She looks at her watch, "Oh, geez. I have to go, Darleen will be back for her soon." She points to Mary as she scoops her up in her arms. I walk to the door with her, "Let's do this again soon, okay Rebecca? We don't get to talk nearly enough."

With that, she left closing the door behind her. My mind still spinning I make my way up the hall to my room. My heels tap loudly on the hardwood floor beneath me, the sound echo's back a hundred times louder in the empty house. On my way, I straighten the photo of me and my sister, she was so young. I miss her to this day.

I can't believe Mrs. Covack is dead. She lived all alone since her husband died and her three children moved out. There had always been some suspicion surrounding her husband's death, but there was never any official investigation into the matter. Henry, Marcy's husband, was found dead in their pool. The story was he was drunk and fell into the pool and drown the night before anyone found him. But, the rumor was David, Marcy's only son, killed his dad. Henry spoiled the girls and treated David like shit, that's the reason everyone suspected maybe Henry didn't just fall into the pool. Maybe David, fourteen at the time, gave his dad a helping hand into the pool while he was stumbling drunk.

Then about four years ago her first born daughter, Gizella, died in a car accident. David was driving, apparently, he was trying to kill himself, only he miscalculated. He wrapped the car around a tree, his sister died and he lived with barely a scratch. Now, killing his sister was not his intention, but he claimed he wasn't thinking right. He thought he'd die and she'd only be left with little to none in the way of injuries.

Of course, after that, he was carted to the insane asylum, where he hung himself. How he managed such a feat I'll never know, I know first hand that kind of place takes special care to remove anything that can be used for harming yourself or others from your possession.

I know Marcy was going to tell me something about James. If only I had been able to talk to her more. My questions might not ever be answered now, at least that's what I fear.

I close and lock my bedroom door. I go to retrieve my diary from it's hiding place only to discover it had been moved slightly from where I had put it. Quickly I start to shuffle through the pages. The page which holds my last entry is wrinkled at the corner where it had been folded. I knew that wasn't how I had left it either. 

Someone read my diary, they know all my secrets I had hidden within those pages.

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