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.


13. Chapter Thirteen

I use to keep a diary and I never told a soul about it. Keeping diary had always been a habit since I got my first one at twelve. But I stopped keeping one after John and I got married. I pull the middle drawer of my dresser out, just up behind it is a space large enough to hide my diary. After retrieving my diary from my hiding place, I sit onto the bed. Since I stopped once I was married, my last entry was over four years ago.

I've only got ten minutes before John get's back, I best put them to good use. I rub my hand over the thick red cover of the diary before opening it.

Dear Diary,

  The last few weeks have been tiring ones. I made
a mistake I'm afraid can't be fixed. I strayed from
my marriage vows, I had a one night stand with
my neighbor, James Black.
    He's a true mystery to me. I've never known a 
man quite like him. Maybe it was those things that
attracted me to him. Because he is different from 
everyone, including my husband. Because he is a 
mystery, maybe because he has a shadowed past.
    But, my troubles run deeper than an affair. As
cheap as that may sound, it's very true. I can't 
seem to make James understand I want nothing
more to do with him. It seems like he's always 
there, no matter which way I turn I find him there.
Frustration and anger towards what an annoyance
James has become to me is still not the only thing
causing me to lose sleep, I fear I'm being watched
by someone who wants to see me dead.
    I've received some phone calls already, I decided
to make it my secret alone since I don't know who 
to trust anymore. I feel as though fear is my only
companion in this, I worry constantly. I don't know
who could be doing this to me. I don't even know
a reason for someone to do this.
    I'm really considering asking John for a divorce,
we've both been unfaithful, given he was having a 
torrid affair that carried on for some time under my 
nose. Still, we are equally at fault for our own actions. 
    To this very second, I wonder if I ever loved him. 
Deep down I know not, but it's never easy to admit 
you've been at such a low point in your life that you 
become desperate for anyone's love. Even if that love
isn't true, you make yourself believe he loves you and
that you love him. But I'm older now, wiser and can 
no longer afford to play make believe.
    I almost got a chance to find out more about James
from Marcy Covack. She started to tell me about 
something that James did as a teenager. She mentioned
violence and the fact that James's life had been hard, 
but she also said she wasn't sure exactly what 
happened concerning the event that involved him
as a teenager.
    I still wonder how it is that James's manages to get
in my home. I'd like to believe my home is a sanctuary, 
but I can no longer deny the truth. I don't know how it is
James does get in, but the fact is he can, whenever he 
pleases in fact. That scares me, my spine still tingles at
the memory of his touch, unwanted  at that, I might add.
    My mind is truly overwhelmed by questions, and, or 
fear at all times. Even when I'm alone in my room I 
keep an eye out for anything suspicious. This feeling of
paranoia and total helplessness is driving me crazy.
    The awful thoughts I carry around, far too numerous
for me to list them all. One really haunts me, what if 
James somehow involved with the phone calls? Just 
what if? I've never had trouble like this in my life, until
now. Until James came into it. An unstoppable force, a 
fortuitous opponent with a spirit that just can't quit. 
I'll give him that. Despite fearing him a little, I admire 
him for his relentless nature.
    I have lot's more on my mind but no time left to spare. 
Therefore, I shall sign off.

Your's truly, Rebecca Phillips.

I look it over before scratching out Phillips and replacing it with my maiden name, Thompson. 


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