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.


16. Chapter Sixteen

John stares across the table at me, his brown eyes are fixated on me, a look of puzzlement crosses his face.

"Okay, Rebecca." He folds the paper he was reading and sets it in his lap. "What exactly is wrong with you? You've been moping all morning. I mean, my God, if your face was any longer you'd trip over it."

"It's nothing." I shake my head and stand. I reach for his plate, he had only eaten half his breakfast. I can't say that I blame him, I know my cooking leaves much to be desired. He grasps my wrist as I grab the plate. "Tell me, Rebecca."

"Like you'd even care," I say angrily as I pull away.

I set the dish down in the sink, and turn around to find John standing over me.  "What do you mean by that?"

"Look, just drop it. It's nothing important."

I start to step to the side to get past him, but he blocks my way. "I thought we weren't going to keep any more secrets." If only he knew the half of it, it takes all my strength not to smirk at the ridiculousness of his statement. "So, tell me."

I think hard about what I'm about to say, "Well, Marcy Covack died yesterday. I was just thinking about how it happened is all."

He laughs, "Is that all. Rebecca you should seriously stop thinking about it, it's not healthy for someone like you to think about such things." I cringe internally at his words 'someone like you'. "Besides," he continues as he turns away from me, "If you ask me, she deserved it."

"She deserved it!" I yell, "You heartless son of a bitch."

"Don't get your panties in a twist." He sits back down at the table, "You don't have to jump down my throat with every word I say." He looks at his watch, "I've got to go, try not to drive yourself cra...

He looks away awkwardly, obviously, he had stopped short of saying crazy, a dirty word in this household. He gets up quickly, grabbing his coat from the back of the chair, he walks past me without another word.


I wake up in the middle of the night, and like I've done many times before, I make my way to the living room. I go to open the window, just to relieve some of the stuffiness in the room. I see James on his porch, but he's not alone, there's a woman with him. My eyes nearly bulge out of my head when I realize who the woman is, Amy! Oh my God, of all people. 

She has her arm around his neck, he's stooped over slightly to accommodate her small stature. They talk for a couple minutes, he plays with strains of her hair all the while. They embrace for the longest time before he kisses her, a long kiss. I feel awkward, and I know it's wrong to spy on someone, but I can't seem to tear myself away from the window.

I keep my eyes focused as hard as I can, to see in the poor light. James holds her tightly as he kisses Amy. What shocks me is, as he is kissing her neck he looks over her shoulder, straight at my window. I duck away from the window.

He couldn't have seen me, could he have?

Another thought comes to mind, has he finally given up on me? I wonder if he will now leave me be.

I wait a few seconds before returning to the window, Amy is making her way back to her house. I turn my focus towards James, he leans against his house. He's still looking towards me, with a large smile plastered on his face.

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