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.


20. Chapter Twenty

Over the next three days, I get four more phone calls, each time I tell James about it and no one else. God, I can't help feeling that maybe I had made a mistake telling him about it. Then again, I was at the end of my rope and misery loves company, as they say.

Someone took my diary, someone was threatening me, someone knew more about me that I cared to think about. But who?

John sits down on the couch, "Rebecca?" His voice disrupts the bubble of silence that had engulfed the room. "What?" I say turning to him.

"Rebecca, I'm gonna have to be out of town for three days starting tomorrow."

"Let me guess, business?" I say in a huff.

"Listen to me," he grabs my arm, "Don't you ever insinuate I'm a liar again. I told you that was over." He releases my arm, I rub my arm near the elbow.

"That hurt," I jump off the couch, I go down the hall. John follows close behind me, I pull out his dresser drawer and start to toss his clothes onto the bed.

"What are you doing?"

"Oh, you want to know what I am doing?" I continue to pull out the drawers containing his clothes and tossing them onto the bed. "I think you're going on that trip tonight."

"You're crazy." I look up at him, "Don't I know it. Get out, I don't want to see your face for the rest of the night."

I start to shove his clothes into a bag. I toss the bag to him, "I don't care where you stay or who you stay with. Just get out."

Clutching the bag he says, "I will. Hopefully, when I come back from my trip you'll have gotten your marble to bounce in the same direction."


Later that same night around midnight I reach for the phone, I hesitate before dialing James's number. "Yeah?" I hear a groggy James say on the other end.

"Do you think you can come over without the neighbors seeing you?" I don't hear anything, "I'd really like to talk to someone. Just talk, mind you."

I hear an amused voice, "You always think the worst of me, don't you?" He pauses, "I'll be right over." He hangs up.

I guess I had too much bourbon because by the James let himself in, as usual, I was fairly drunk, which he was so kind to point out. "Rebecca, you're drunk."

"Yes, I am. Why shouldn't I be? What is there to stay sober for? I'm scared to pick up the phone, I can't trust my so-called friends." 

He sits, "But, I'm here and...

I cut him off, "Yeah, about that." I take a big gulp of my bourbon, downing the last of my fifth drink. "Do you know what I wanted more than anything in this world?"


"Oh, come on James. You know so much about me, why don't you tell me what it was I wanted."

I feel my eyes tear up a little, I blink refusing to cry. "Before the death of my sister, which you know about, I wanted nothing more than to love and be loved in this cruel world of hate. But as The Rolling Stones said, we can't always get what we want." I swallow, "Then after her death, I knew what it felt like to be truly alone and unloved. Do you want to know what I wished for then? I wanted to be heartless."

He just looks at me. So I continue, "I wanted to rip out my heart from my chest because I hurt so bad. Do you know what it is to wish you didn't have a heart, just so you didn't have to feel the pain?" I laugh, "I think not."

I grab the cigarette from his hand and take a drag from it, "Well, my dear James, I got just what I asked for this time around. Perhaps life decided to grant my wish for completely shitting on me." I take another drag, and as I hand the cigarette back to him I say, "I'll never fall in love again. I will never care for anyone, but myself alone. I am heartless."

He still just looks at me, not saying a word. I don't know why, but I outburst in anger, "Go ahead. You get a good look at what I really am with those baby blue eyes of yours. Neither of us our innocent, we've both paved our past with sins. Don't try to deny it, because we both know better."

I slam my glass onto the table, "Why are you here? I'm using you, James. Can't you see that? I didn't want anything to do with you until I needed your help." He furrows his eyebrows and shifts forward in his seat. Yet, he still remains silent. I can't take the silence anymore, "Leave me alone and just go away. There's no helping me. I hate you, James Black. I will always hate you, do you hear?"

He stands and grabs ahold of my hand, "Stop. You're drunk and don't know what you're saying." He let's go, "Dammit Rebecca, you just don't understand." He walks to the door, "I'm going to find who's doing this to you."

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