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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22. Chapter Twenty-Two

Oh my God! I can't believe I trusted him. Still, a question lingers in my mind, if James took the diary, but didn't make the calls then who did? 

"Fuck him, I don't need him." I kick the front door of my home shut,  "I'll find who's doing this myself." I realize I'm talking to myself, which makes zero sense, but it's what I do when I'm trying to reason with myself.

 The phone starts to ring, I pick it up quickly. I wait to hear a voice silently, my hand quivers slightly. I'm sure it's him again. What does he want?

"Rebecca, please talk to me." I slam the phone down onto the receiver when I realize it's James on the other end and not the voice that's haunted me.

*~*~*~*

"I can't believe she's dead." Darleen wails, tears streaming down her face.

The police cars had come early that morning around six AM when Darleen found her sister, Amy, dead. I was still in shock two hours later. I grab ahold of Darleen's hand trying to comfort her.

"Neither can I," I finally manage to say, "I just saw her yesterday."

First Marcy Covack and now Amy. What's happening? My mind spins as Darleen sobs.

"I-i-i-it was awful Rebecca," she stammers, "T-t-t-there was s-so much b-blood." She lays over on my shoulder, "I know you two were friends, this must be hard for you as well."

Yes, friends, I think. Her words from last night still fresh on my mind, 'How did it feel, killing you sister?' I'd like to say I'm somewhat upset over Amy's death, but I can't, for that would be a lie. All I feel is cold, almost like I'm empty, void of emotion.

I wrap my arm around Darleen. I didn't know Darleen very well, but I thought it only right to try and bring some comfort to her. I mean, I'd do that for anyone. Well, almost anyone.

I finally manage to find my voice and I ask, "How did the accident happen?"

"Oh, it w-w-wasn't an ac-accident." I stiffen as the words leave her mouth, "What do you mean? If it wasn't an accident, then what was it?"

My stomach feels like I had swallowed a rock, I dread the answer but must have it all the same.

"I saw it, all the blood. All the god-awful blood." She gasps.

I grip her hand, "Tell me what happened?"

"Rebecca, she was murdered."

*~*~*~*

Darleen managed to tell me the detail of how she found Amy through teary eyes and deep sobbing breaths. She had come early that morning to meet her sister for an early breakfast they had planned a few days before that.

Well, she knocked on her sister's door, when she got no answer she retrieved a spare key Amy kept in the hanging flower pot on the porch. She went in and called her sister's name several times to no avail. So Darleen started to walk farther inside the home, that's when she saw her sister on the couch in the living room. Her throat had been slashed from ear to ear practically, and as a result, blood had splattered the wall, the couch, and the carpeted floor.

Believe me, it's fucking awful to see your sister dead. I should know how Darleen's feeling now better than anyone. 

But who had killed Amy? And Why?

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