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.


14. Chapter Fourteen

(Six Years Earlier)


Snow crunches under my feet as I made my way back home, I like to take long walks and just think. I like being alone for a few minutes every so often. Today is quite cold, it had snowed the night before, maybe three inches deep. Frost clings to the bare branches of the trees and also on the needles of the big pine trees. I didn't care, I needed to be alone. 

I made some friends, at least at the time I thought they were friends. But, the second my past came out, they were like everyone else. They too look at me like I don't belong here and I don't. They don't even know the full story.

People look at you different when they find out you've been in an asylum. It's true that on the turn of a dime friends become enemies, neighbors become strangers. They look at me as if I'm crawling with diseases as if my "crazy" might rub off on them. I hate the way everyone looks at me, even my parents hate me. Especially my parents. Forgiveness is something they know nothing about. I've even come to feel I deserve their hate. They no longer voice their hate aloud, but I see it in their actions, and especially in their eyes

I spent nearly a year in that God forsaken sanitarium after Olivia's death. That's the precise reason we've moved several times. I know my parents are ashamed of their 'crazy' daughter. And I was crazy, then.


(Eleven Years Earlier)


"Please let me out" I bang on the padded wall, my voice raspy from screaming. "I don't belong here, I'm not crazy."

"How could they do this to me?" I say as I rest my back against the door. Tears still stung my eyes.


"Mom and Dad," I respond.

"You know why they did it, Rebecca."

I look into Olivia's angel blue eyes, her blonde doll-like curls fall softly around her shoulders. 

"No I don't, Olivia tell me what's going on, please."

"Don't you remember the lake?"

I back away from her, shutting my eyes I strain to remember. My mind comes to one thought, "You're dead."

"Yes." Her sweet features twist into looks of hatred, "You killed me, Rebecca."

"No." I squeeze into the corner as much as  possible. "Leave me alone."

"You left me to drown, Rebecca. That wasn't very nice." That voice, it does sound like Olivia's in a way, but then again, it doesn't. "You left me one the bottom of the lake while you scurried off the ice to safety."

"I tried to save you."

I let out a series of high-pitched screams. I can't make myself stop, I can't control my own body. Nor my own mind. I fall over onto the floor, landing face down I just lay there. I straighten up, smiling I ask, "Is mother almost done baking the cookies, Olivia? Let's throw a tea party, just like you like, okay Olivia?"

I start to laugh hysterically, unaware that I'm even doing it. My laughter is broken by screams, and my screams are broken by my laughter. My cheek starts to itch like a bug is crawling on it. "Spiders!" I start to claw at my flesh, I laugh as I watch the small red blood drops fall onto my white gown. It's better looking like this anyway, not just that drab white all over, now it has some color.

The door swings open, two men come in. One carries a white jacket in his hand. A straight jacket. "What are you doing?" One of them grabs me, "I want my mother." I struggle, lashing out at them with the short chewed stubs of fingernails I have left. "Mother! Mother."

Why are they keeping me from my mother? Who are they? Where am I? "Why are you keeping from my mother?"

They force the jacket on me, despite my screams. I fall to the floor, they'll leave if I hold really still. I turn to one of them as they are leaving "Just for that you can't come to our tea party."

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