Your only one

Prisoner

Prisoner- The Weeknd ft Lana Del Rey (slowed down)

Y/N'S POV.

Devora, Devora, Devora

How the fuck do I explain who the hell Devora is?

It's not easy to understand let alone explain for the position Lizzie is in.

As her name sounds she is trouble, she used to be the good kind of trouble or so I thought, Devora and I used to be very close, where one was one was the other, we were inseparable and together unstoppable, and everyone knew that.

People used to have respect for us when we were apart, but when we were together it wasn't just respect they had for us, it was fear, and we used to enjoy it.

We used to savor every face that looked at us with fear, like a silent promise that we would always have the beam up our sleeve.

Life back there was about fear, control and power, and it was easy, very easy for us.

My relationship with Devora was a mystery to everyone who wasn't close to us and even those close to us couldn't figure us out and that made it all the more fun.

People knew we were total chaos together, and we loved that, it was fun to know that we could take down anything in our path with the blink of an eye.

Our families have worked together for years, in fact before Bella and I became friends Devora was always there, we were supposed to run this empire together.

Devora and I were like a mirror of each other, same mannerisms, same stiff and elegant posture, slim but toned bodies, our hair long, same way of being irritating, same way of handling anger and frustration.

The way we walk so particular that only the keenest eyes could find the slightest difference between us. Both of us equally as crazy smart which made people freak out.

We are just as cunning, just as unpredictable, just as vindictive, just as irreverent and just as psychotic.

That scared me?

Maybe a little.

Because only she and I would know how to really break each other, just by looking into each other's eyes once she would know that my weakness is Lizzie.

It's not like I don't know every tactic she has, but it's still a risk I don't want to take.

I'm even a little surprised that she wants to help in daddy's case, I guess it's because of the closeness she had with him.

My family loved Devora like a daughter or sister, they watched us grow up together.

Devora's family adores me, we used to spend summers together, oh god those were good times, but things have changed.

Now every encounter is calculated between her and me, even though we haven't seen each other for over five years.

As you can tell, Devora and I didn't always have a bad relationship, we were the same flame.

A flame that could burn an entire city in seconds, everything between her and I was intense nothing by halves, it was all or nothing.

It was sink or fight, but always together.

When she used to live in this city everything was different, the air was charged with an electricity that only Devora was capable of having if she was with me.

There was no enemy that wasn't trembling when they heard our names, we led by example not by words and it is something that stayed with us through the years, we didn't talk, we took action.