𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘

𝐗𝐋 ━ 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔦𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔶

chapter forty
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Devon knew this was risky.

He knew every risk.

However, he wasn't about to allow someone to take away (Y/N), to take away his only family, when she was entirely his. It was why he couldn't hold himself back, why his carefully precise control snapped. He didn't know what he was doing when he was shrugging on that damned black jacket and hat and using the camera-void stairs to exit the building, nor did he know what he was doing when he grabbed the gardener's abandoned shovel and raised it over Kane's head.

He could pretend he didn't know.

He could deny it.

But he did.

He always did.

So, when he found himself dragging Kane's body into Kane's own car's trunk, tossing the shovel in with him, he didn't question himself as he climbed into the driver's side of the vehicle, buckled himself in, and drove off out of the parking lot towards the back roads. He drove for a good long while, irritated over how careless he was being after he so carefully had planned everything out. However, something about the way (Y/N) had tried to distance herself from him all of a sudden with Kane's visit set off the right wire that filled him with rage.

Murderous rage.

A rage he had felt once before.

Yet, he didn't think he'd ever kill someone with his own hands again after that night.

Staring blankly at the dark road in front of him, Devon recalled that stormy night all over again, each detail down to the staticky television and upended pillows carving itself into his mind. He recalled how that man came back drunk as he always did, and how the man had sought him out only to strike him down again and again while that woman just watched from the kitchen, lazily smoking a cigarette between those too bright red lips of hers.

It was always like that.

Yet, again and again, Devon did everything he could for their affection, something he craved.

He never received it.

Never.

Perhaps that was what led him to suddenly shove the man away and run into the kitchen where the woman was. He could still hear the man chasing him, and then the gasp that came from the man when a knife's handle suddenly stuck out from his chest. He fell with a heavy thud, and the woman screamed when seeing this, but Devon was quick to grab another knife and stab her, too. Over and over again, he stabbed the woman and man.

He remembered smiling.

Even now, he could feel himself smiling.

However, he soon discarded his childhood memories that were no longer useful to him, especially now that he had (Y/N), his true family. Driving down a rather deserted dirt road well outside of any city limits, thick groves of trees jutting out on either side of the path, he finally pulled over and exited the vehicle. Rounding the car, he opened the trunk to see Kane's lifeless body and the shovel, exactly where he had left them. Hoisting the body over his shoulder, he then grabbed the shovel before walking a little ways into the forest where the car's head beams still shone. Dropping the body, he then began to dig.

It was a time consuming task.

Too time consuming, in his opinion, as he would much rather be spending the moment with (Y/N), in his bed, sleeping with her or beside her.

Yet, he had to wait.

He had to finish dealing with his last problem.

Finally, when a hole deep enough and large enough was dug, Devon shoved the body down with his foot, watching with no remorse as the corpse landed with a dull thunk. He stared for a moment before then spitting down at the body for one final violation before using the shovel to scoop the dirt back into the hole. Once the hole was sealed and the dirt was patted out, Devon returned to the car to drive to another deserted spot before wiping the shovel clean of both blood and his prints to deposit it.

Abandoning the car on the side of another road, he walked about a mile before reaching the city. It was there that he called an Uber.

It wasn't until it was after midnight did he return home, exhausted and in need of a good drink. Rummaging around through his alcohol cabinet, he finally found a good brand for that evening and poured himself a drink. After adding a couple of ice cubes, he threw the glass back, enjoying the way the liquid burned at it ran down his throat. It was just what he needed after such an ordeal, but there was something else he needed far more. So, now with a little liquor in him, he drew up the stairs towards (Y/N)'s room where he found, unsurprisingly, her door locked, barring him entry.

He chuckled softly to himself, amused.

If this was her way of getting back at him for what he did to her, he found it adorable.

Pressing both his hand and forehead against the door, he closed his eyes, imagining her either deep asleep and unaware of his lingering presence or awake and fearful, cowering under the covers in hope that the flimsy material would be enough protection. Both images were appealing to him in different ways, but he didn't know which one was best, mulling the thought over for some time. Yet, after realizing that there would be no getting into (Y/n)'s room that night, he decided to retreat for now, already feeling invigorated now that the little pest known as Kane was dealt with.

Taking a cold shower, the water running in rivets down his contoured muscles, he cleansed himself of the barbarity of his actions, no matter how much it benefited him. Drying himself off and dressing, he slipped under the covers of his bed. As he lay there, he couldn't help wishing for (Y/N)'s warmth.

Oh, well...

He closed his eyes once again.

She'll be crawling back sooner or later, since now... she has no one but me.

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To be continued...