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.

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12. Chapter Twelve

I do my best to smile as if I am only half as interested in what she has to say about James as I actually am. "What kind of things have you heard?"

"He had a hard childhood, you know."

I don't say anything as I wait for her to continue. 

"I heard there's something violent in his past. I don't know exactly what happened, but I heard when he was a teenager he...

"Mama, come on." Marcy's daughter calls her from across the parking lot.

"I'll talk to you later, okay dear."

She waves, and I want so bad to stop her, make her finish what she was telling me. But, I don't. Disappointment looms over me as I climbed into my car. Grey clouds fill the sky, making it seem later in the day than it actually is. The dismal day takes an even darker turn when rain drops pepper my windshield. Slowly the light rain drops come down harder and bigger, making my windshield wipers practically useless.

When I arrive home I feel relief. I put my things away, the whole while my mind goes over what Marcy said. I wish I had more of a chance to talk to her. I can't seem too interested, it'll seem odd and then I could be in the crosshairs of gossip incorporated.

I hope I hear more about it soon. James, what are you hiding? I think to myself as I look at his house across the street through a crack in the curtains.

*~*~*~*

Over the next few days, I try to talk to my neighbors and friends that I know to travel the gossip circuit. Of course, I have to put a lot of painstaking work into this endeavor, I can't just ask everyone about James. I have to listen to a lot of useless gossips, I've done it before and I suspect I'll have to do it again. That's the price of neighbors so close. 

I hate it here. I always have and always will. It wasn't my idea to move here. It was John's, so he could be close to work.

All the so called, "friends" I have would desert me if it would be some improvement to their life. That's why I can't trust anyone.

My effort proves to do my little good, no good in fact. Why wasn't this spreading as fast as I thought it would. Maybe, because I'm actually having to wait for something I really want to know, it just seems to be traveling slowly. 

John has to work late again, I'm not sure if I should believe him. Why should I? He's given no reason to believe a word he says.

When I return to the living room, there sits James on the couch, this is the second time he's done this. I can almost swear I locked the doors. How does he keep doing this?

"Rebecca" he makes a clicking sound with his tongue and he crosses his fingers scolding me like as if I am a child. "I thought we were friends. Now, if you wanted to know something about me you could have just ask."

I swallow and it catches halfway down my throat. I stand motionless, I'm not exactly sure what to say.

"Cat got your tongue?" he stands. After walking over to me he touches my cheek lightly, "Haven't got anything to say, dear?"

"You seem to know an awful lot about me I didn't tell you. I was just trying to even the playing field."

"Is this a game between us, Rebecca?"

"I don't know."

I hear the phone ring, I stand there just looking at it. James turns to me, "Are you going to answer it?"

I swallow, "Hello," I say nervously as I pick up the phone.

"I'll be home in ten minutes" John's voice rang out over the line.

"Okay," I hang up.

I turn to James, "You better make yourself scarce, John will be back in ten minutes."

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