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.


7. Chapter Seven

(Eleven Years Earlier)


Now my parents told me that the lake was frozen enough yet. But being the mature thirteen-year-old that I am, I know better. I've been ice skating before, and I looked at the lake and it was frozen enough to go ice skating on. My little sister has been so excited to try ice skating, our parents gave her the skates for Christmas.

So I take her down to lake the following afternoon, I skate out onto the lake before I even let her get on. We both start to skate, I have her hand in my mine, but she pulls away.

"Olivia stop, that isn't funny! You get back here right now."

"Catch me, Rebecca." She calls out playfully.

She skates out farther than I had. It's too late to stop her, I watch the ice start to form rigged cracks, like glass. Then with a sickening crack, she falls through the ice, plunging into the freezing cold water below. With a loud shriek, she disappears from my sight. 


I scatter across the ice to the edge of where the hole starts. I hear some small crack underneath my weight, the ice splinters a little more. I stick my hands into the water, trying to reach for my sister. No one can imagine what a situation like this feels like, it's unfathomable unless you've been in one like it.

Dread fills me as minutes pass with no sign of her, I reach in farther. The ice cracks some more and nearly fall into the gaping hole. I scamper off the ice, I have to get her help.

I throw my skates off to the side of the lake and I dash back home. The cold snow stings my feet and my socks soon tear, but I pay little attention to it. My tears freeze on my face, my eyes sting in the brutal cold as I run. 

I wouldn't admit it, but I know my sister is gone, it's too late to help her.


I sit quivering at the foot of our stairs, my parents loom over me. My eyes are red from crying, the absolute confirmation of my sister's death is more than can bare.

"You couldn't listen to us. You had to be miss know it all." Anger burns in my dad's eyes, "Well look whet you've done miss know it all!"

"I'm sorry!"

He turns to my mother, "You were the one who wanted to adopt this in the first place."

His words sting like a cut, it takes a few minutes for them to sink in. 'This'. Not only am I adopted, he called me 'this'. Like I'm an animal.

He storms out of the room, I turn to my mother, I know that she sees I am clearly hurt.

"We expected better of you Rebecca" and she follows behind my dad.

I sit alone, hurt, confused. I become overwelled with sheer grief and guilt.  Something that I will grow up with, something my parents caused but they still force me to go to a psychiatrist. 

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