The Dark (DEVON) // ✔️ // [NEWADULT]

|| Chapter Twenty-One - Discomfited ||

Looking outside, I admired the view. Something I've been doing a lot recently. Turns out, when you literally have nothing else; no phone, no close friends, no freedom- you find yourself admiring the rural things.

The greenery surrounding the house was truly marvellous, there was wildlife everywhere you looked and the same fox lingered in the tree line with her pups. There was no river on this side, but there was an old bunker hidden underneath the masses of fir trees. My curiosity begged for me to explore it, but it really wasn't my concern. I wasn't in the mood to dig up more drama to consume.

My thoughts drifted to my mother, I could just imagine the absolute hell Isaac was probably putting her through. It scared me how serious I actually was about Devon shipping me off to Isaac and leaving me for dead. If I was with my mother, I would die with literally all I have.

I'd always believed in reincarnation, I dreamed that my next life would be more forgiving, less stressful. Simplicity was never usually something to be desired, but I ached for it.

Three knocks on my door had me scrambling for the suitcase I'd sloppily places together. It was mangled and torn at the edges, but it was all I could scavenge from within the house.

I opened the door and clicked the suitcase handle into place, Devon looked down at it and shut his eyes for a moment, "is my car waiting?" I teased.

He frowned at me, "Don't be pathetic." He chastised, marching into my room and shutting the door behind him. The lock sounded and I gulped.

"You here to end me?" I continued to jab at him, his fury was promptly appearing.

Devon looked at me from lowered lids and I marvelled at his gorgeousness. Truly, he was something to be admired. Despite his natural domineering look, he was a piece of art. It was as if Michelangelo had carved him out of rock- out of diamond.

"Suck it up Aria. I'm here to give you an excruciatingly intense answer to every question you have asked. Digging into every nook and cranny of my life and of the people here. Get comfy." The whole sentence was a shock to my system.

I obliged him and sat down on the bed, pressing myself up against the wall. Devon released a long breath and sat on the chair in the corner of the room. He placed his leg on-top of his knee and dragged his hand through his unruly hair.

"Let's start at the very beginning of little Devon Ackelton's disastrous life." He stated boldly, "It's no secret that I live here without my parents, it's because they don't exist. Obviously I have parents out there, but who they are? I have no fucking idea." My heart skipped a beat as a defeated look overcame him, "I was adopted when I was eight, taken into the care of two men. They were so in love, they cared for me like it was the last thing they would ever do... little did they know, in a few short years, it would've all been wasted, their affection, their money, their love. All for nothing." He spoke coldly, with an unmatchable distaste.

"What happened to them?" I asked, unable to stop myself.

"The 'wrong place, wrong time' situation happened." He reasoned, "I was walking home from school when a group of men approached me. Dragons to be exact." His bottom lip curled with disgust, "They had a girl with them- about my age at the time- and they just... they just said-" his voice cracked, "they wanted me to play with her." I gulped, it was no secret what he meant.

"Play... as in?" My voice trembled.

Devon nodded, his lips tightening, two tears fell and slipped down his cheeks. Instinctively I reached forward, brushing them away with my thumb. My face burned when Devon made eye contact with me, I slowly moved back again and kept my head down. He was silent for a moment before continuing.

"I- she was so scared." He recalled, "I was old enough to understand but I didn't know how to help her..." I heard him swallow hard, "I tried to say no, I tried but- but they had knives and guns and they said if I didn't do it... they'd kill her." His eyes flicked up to mine, "they wouldn't kill me, they'd kill her. The only way to save her was to hurt her, and I know that's the most- the most pitiful reason but I just..."

"You don't have to tell me this part..." I assured him, Devon smiled at me and shook his head.

"I want to." He replied, "I was only fourteen, looking back I can think of a million other things I could've done but I was terrified. They had me where they wanted me and they knew it." Devon bent down and held his head in his hands, light sobs erupted from him, but I couldn't bring myself to move.

"I did it and they watched. All of them fucking watched, the most heartbreaking part was... she didn't make a sound. It was as if she was used to it and if I'm being realistic, she most likely was." Another sob, "After they were satisfied, they scattered, leaving me with a small, raped, abused girl. I remember looking at her shaking and thinking... I just did that to her, raped her!" He sobbed again.

"You didn't have a Choi-" Devon shot up from his chair, the chair slipping back and banging into the wall with brute force.

"I did!" He cried, "they could've shot me, I should've let them shoot me!" He pounded at his chest as he bellowed, "I wanted to die after I'd done it!"

"Oh, you think you being dead would've ended her suffering?" I shouted back, "no, it wouldn't have. Think about this, you were FOURTEEN, you were a child forced to do something- your life was on the fucking line god damnit!" I seethed, grabbing his corded biceps.

Devon's watery eyes bore into mine as I shouted, "What you did was wrong, I can't deny that, but you were a child, you didn't know what you were doing..." my voice was straining as I fought back the sympathy, "they were cruel and unforgiving men, that girl probably only saw one face of regret in her whole time of suffering, and it was yours!" I relaxed my hands and slowly stroked his arms.

"I still-" he choked out.

"You still did it? Yeah, you did. But she knew, I know she knew, you regretted it." I took a calming breath, "and I know I can't even place myself in that situation, I wouldn't ever dream of comparing myself to that poor girl... but one face of sympathy would've been enough for me to even start to forgive." Devon was watching me, studying my expression.

Slowly, his lips parted, his eyes glassing over as he looked at me. I watched as he looked down at my lips and then up to my eyes. Cautiously, he leaned forward, testing the waters, I paused for a moment before meeting him in the middle.

His lips were warm and inviting, butterflies erupted in my stomach as his lips began to move, his large hands snaking around my waist and pulling me closer. In the heat of the moment, my hands found his unkempt hair and I knitted my fingers in it.

Devon's soft breathing filled my ears as we pulled apart, our faces were almost touching as I looked up at him, his cheeks were flushed pink and his eyes were no longer watery, in fact, they held noting but happiness.

"I-I think I feel a lot better..." he breathed, removing his hands from around my waist and resting them on my hips.

I giggled softly and removed my hands from his hair, folding them awkwardly in front of me, "You think?" I joked.

A glorious smile graced his lips as he moved away, a small strand of light hitting his face and illuminating his godly features. After taking a deep breath he turned away and strode towards the door.

"I do hope you aren't planning on using that anymore." He said, pointing to the suitcase, "We've only just started." He winked at me before slipping from the room.

Without a second thought I walked over to the case and kicked it onto its side, smiling like a madwoman.

"No sir." I said to myself, and threw myself onto the bed.

   I was barely able to react before my face was covered by a pillow.

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Little insider into Devon's life, Ik its a bit brutal but it's what makes him him.

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Ps. I'm excited for their romance guys.

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