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.


21. Chapter Twenty-One

In the morning I had a terrific headache and a deep feeling of regret which ate at me until I decided to go over to James's around ten in the evening. Believe me, I know how risky it is us going back and forth to one another's place, but I just have to see him.

I let myself in using the back door, at least this way there's less of a chance of me being seen. I'm careful to keep almost silent, for reasons I'm unsure of. I look around the kitchen, memories of the night I spent with James makes me shiver.

I move slowly through the house, my shoes tap quietly against the floor. I finally make my way to his bedroom. I spot him stretched across the bed, his eyes are closed and I can hear his soft breathing. He looks so peaceful. Now, that's an odd word to describe James, peaceful isn't exactly what comes to mind when I think of him. I come closer to the side of his bed, I turn to leave when I feel a hand grab around my wrist. Despite knowing it's his hand, it still startled me and I started to scream.

James pulls me onto the bed, he cups his hand around my mouth. "Shh, do you want the neighbors to hear you?"

I relax and he removes his hand from around my mouth. "You know you can get off me now right?" I say, sarcasm heavily coats my voice.

He smiles, "I'd prefer not to." I sigh, "Alright, James, you've had your fun, now let me up."

He does and we both sit up but decide to stay seated on his bed. "I wanted to talk to James." I swallow, "Last night I was drunk enough to be stupid, but not enough that I remembered it. I didn't mean everything I said."

"People seldom mean what they say when they're drunk."

"No James, you got to understand I did mean some of it, but not all of it." I look him in the eyes, "I don't hate you, James. I just don't care one way or the other about you. It's not you, you have to understand that, I just don't care about anybody. I...

The words catch in my throat as he goes to kiss me. His lips meet mine softly, his kiss is short and gentle. I let what happened between us before leave my mind. He pauses as if to see my reaction, kind of test the waters, so to speak. He kisses me again and this time I lean into it, encouraging him.

What's wrong with me? I want to stop, I want to break the kiss. But, I can't.

I lower myself down onto the bed as we kiss.

"I see you prefer the crazy type James." I hear Amy's voice.

Quickly we break the kiss and I instinctively push James off of me. "Amy!" I say flabbergasted. "How do you...

"How do I what? Know you're crazy. Word travels around here, you should know that, even if it takes awhile. You know, I always did think there was something off about you. How did it feel, killing your sister?"

"Amy that's enough." James explodes, "Get out of here."

Amy doesn't budge and I'm too shocked to even respond. James jumps out of the bed, he walks towards Amy. Grabbing ahold of her arm he forces out of the bedroom and towards the door, I would assume. 

As I get off of the bed and stand I knock over a metal box on the nightstand. The contents of the box spill out onto the floor. "Great," I mumble under my breath. I get onto my knees and start to pick up the various papers and shove them back into the box from where they came. A couple things had slid under the bed, I reach for them. The first thing I grab feels like some sort of book, I pull it out and am shocked to see what I hold.

My diary.

"Fuck me," I say under my breath.

"Is that an invitation?" I hear an amused voice behind me. James's put's his hand on my shoulder, his touch makes my skin crawl.

I shove his hand away and stand up. "I trusted you."

"What are you ta..." His voice trailed off the moment he spotted the diary in my hand.

"Rebecca, listen to me."

"No, I think I'm quite done listening to you." I swallow loudly, "This is how Amy knew, she went through that box you had on the nightstand and she saw this and read it. I know her, that's what she would do." I grip the book tightly with one hand and with my other hand I make a tightly clenched fist, my nails dig into the palm of my hand. "The thing was, I actually trusted you. I can't believe how stupid I was."

He grabs my hand as I start to walk by him, "I couldn't decide what I thought about you. You always seemed to take a different shape each time I thought I had figured you out. But you know what, I think I do hate you."

"Now, let me go," I tell him and he does.

"I just wanted to know more about you. You wouldn't really talk to me, you didn't want to see me. I tried everything. I wanted to help you when I read about the phone call, but I had to wait until you told me about it."

I shove the diary into his hand roughly, "Hey, read it all you want. Take it and choke on it." And with that, I turn to leave as I do I say one last thing, "I swear to God I wish I never met you."

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