The Dark (DEVON) // ✔️ // [NEWADULT]

|| Chapter Twenty-Nine - Spill ||

The cream of the hatch made me jump. There was something oddly serene about isolation. I LIE. There is nothing but you and your thoughts. My thoughts were incredibly dark and lonely...

My mom, my attacker, the gang, Devon, Parker, Jodi, affection-less psychopath Kathrine, Isaac, Victoria, the serpents, the Dragons.
I swallowed hard and lifted my eyes to look at Devon's smug face, "Guess who!" He chimed, hopping down followed by Harrison and Ace.

They shared a dubious look before helping Devon unlock the chains around my feet, "I'm sorry about this." Harrison muttered.

"I appreciate the apology Harrison, really. But I think it should be coming from the man who personally took it upon himself to DRUG and KIDNAP me." I seethed, Ace puckered his lips and squeezed his eyes shut before grabbing Devon's shoulder and whispering something in his ear.

Devon rolled his eyes and lightly slapped Ace's cheek, "If you're aching for a fight, Ace, I'll gladly take you outside and beat you to a pulp right now." He levelled him with a look, "I'm serious."

Once my feet were free, I hauled myself up and without a second glance I made my way up the stairs into Devon's room. He made a noise if protest before following me. Grabbing for me.

"Don't. Touch. Me." I hissed through gritted teeth, "I. Swear. To. God." I turned sharply and burst out of his room.

This time. I was leaving, suitcase or no suitcase. Who cares about people attacking me? My mom was stuck with Isaac of all people, him. The fear for her life swelled up inside of me and I bit my bottom lip to prevent myself from blubbering like an overgrown baby.

"Parker's locked up downstairs." Devon shouted. I almost tripped as I turned to face his direction.

"What!" I shouted, my hands splaying our at my sides and then forming into fists.

Devon sauntered toward me, rubbing his hands together as if he had something on me. Admittedly, he did. Parker. Detained. Locked up.

"He was the guy who attacked you. He's the mole." Simply put from Devon. As always. No concept of feelings when it comes to betrayal.

I hadn't known Parker long, but longevity didn't mean much when you were in a sucky situation like this. You attach yourself to people. You attach yourself to security. You don't expect someone to leave you on the brink of suffocation to try to spark up a-

"Oh." I frowned, thinking back to his sudden eagerness to talk to me. He could've just escorted me from the hallway, but he stayed, in front of Devon too... that display of making me breakfast.

Devon nodded and motioned for me to follow him. Numbly I did so. Not because Devon had some leash of control over me, but because I didn't want to believe him. I hoped this was just a ploy to get me to follow him and Victoria or Isaac was locked up down there.

The corridor was dark, cold... the idea of anyone locked down here was unsettling. I wondered how many were locked down here, how long they have been?

Eventually, I was presented with a cell. Well, allegedly. A large, glass pane was sitting between me and Parker. His face was twisted with guilt as he beheld me.

So it was true?

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't ha-" Parker began, but Devon cut him off.

"SHUT IT." He retorted, "shut the fuck up with the excuse that I didn't have a choice-" he mimicked Parker with a child's voice, "-you always. Have. A. Choice." Devon said the words with pain lacing every syllable. It was jarring.

Parker craned his head to the side, looking away from Devon as he said, softly, "If you let me explain, you'd understand." His voice cracked with the effort to stay calm.

He was guilty. But at least it showed.

"Explain then." I said hoarsely, "Please let it be good." I begged.

Parker smiled sadly at me before shaking his head, "Not in front of you. Never in front of you." He pleaded, my heart ached. Not for him, but for what his friends have done to him...

   Devon looked toward me, "You're crying." He said bluntly. I cleared my throat and ran my index fingers under my eyes before turning away from Devon and fixing my watery gaze on Parker.

   "H-how very observant of you." My breath fogged the glass, I realised with a start how close I was to it.

   Parker locked eyes with me and mouthed, I'm sorry.
   I nodded, that's all I could offer.

   I heard a noise, almost a grunt coming from next to me. I didn't look toward it, my eyes fixed on the boy tied to the chair. Why?

   "I'm not going anywhere." I directed my words toward Devon, who just set his jaw and nodded, "I need to know." My voice sounded whiney to my own ears.

   Devon breathed deeply, watching me with calculating eyes. He looked like he wanted to say no, no way you aren't hearing this. Instead, he shut his eyes, rolled his neck and motioned to Parker.

   "She's not going anywhere. Explain." He demanded, with a face like thunder.

   Parker looked helplessly between me and Devon before dropping his head, I swear I heard him cave in.

   "W-when the house was attacked and you and Devon were-" his expression soured, "-together, I uhm, I was monitoring the hall, I wanted to make sure you were ok." Parker looked at me intensely, I felt the shift of Devon's gaze as it fell onto my face, "I, I- I heard voices. The men who Devon shot, I heard them but I also heard Victoria..." he breathed, "I rounded the corner, I swear I was determined to get to you... I WAS. As I got to the corner, Victoria trapped me-" he shut his eyes and fell silent.

Devon barked a warning, losing his patience.

Parker glared at him, "She busted my leg. Then she broke my ribs. I couldn't have fought her even though I desperately wanted to." He spat, "Then Devon shot the men down and you... you were caressing his head." His voice broke, as if the memory of it tore him apart, "Victoria saw, of course she saw she doesn't miss shit, she saw the way I looked at you... she struck. This wasn't just a manhandling mission anymore, to her? To her this was a way to win back him." His eyes found Devon, if looks could kill...

"She manipulated me to-to scare you into pushing him away otherwise she said she'd-" he swallowed hard, "don't make me say this in front of her please Dev. If you care about her at all..." I sent an urgent look Devon's way and shook my head.

He looked to me sympathetically, "Aria I don't-"

"No. Devon I stay." It was bold, to demand, but after what I've just been put through... I deserve it.

He shrugged at Parker, begrudgingly Parker continued, "She said 'The bitches mother dies'."  He looked down at the floor and swore, "I believe her." I didn't miss his use of present tense.

   My stomach lurched, my heart swilling with dread. I clutched my chest, it suddenly felt like I couldn't get enough air, "M-my mom... my mom. Devon..." I wheezed, my airways constricting.

   I lowered myself toward the floor, my arms folding around me. Devon grabbed for me, "No. don't do that, come on, stand up." He kept repeating, over and over until my sobs were so loud they shocked me when I heard them...

   "Shhh, I know. I know. You're scared. I know..." he settled with, his hand smoothing down the hair at the back of my head as I buried my face in his shirt.

   I don't know how long we stayed there. Crouched on the floor. Me sobbing, him comforting me. In front of everyone.

   I didn't care either.

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   Finally! It's developing! Is it bad that I already have ideas for the sequel? Like I've planned out a conversation in the sequel between Jodi and Aria. Heheheeh.

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