Devout (Devout, #1)

by Takerra Allen

He held his hands out and she realized that he was giving it to her in a symbolic manner. It was a cute gesture; Neeka cupped her hands like she was taking it. Then she opened her clutch purse and pretended to place it in there and a tiny giggle escaped her lips at this madness. He laughed with her. “Yo, be careful with that,” he told her. “Okay.”

“That’s! Ya fuckin’! Problem!” Neeka hollered out with every strike of the strap, the slapping noise of leather on wet skin giving her a psychotic rush. “Ya! Mama! Never! Beat! Ya Nasty! Ass!”

“…but if you kill whatever is growing inside of you… which is mine, a part of me. I’m sure all of that love would vanish. And I will seriously hurt you… I will most likely murder you.”

At fifteen years old Denny was diagnosed with a special case of psychosis, blended of a mild form of schizophrenia and bipolar type 1 disease. He has also been declared at his adult screening as a sociopath. And hell, at one time they were even monitoring him for Dissociative Identity Disorder or more known as uh, split personalities,”

My advice… I know there is love here. I can feel it, kinetic energy between the two of you it’s… well, truthfully, it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed. But… what I want to know is… do you love each other enough… to stop loving each other.”

I guess the deeper in love we fall, the scarier the thought of that love leaving us becomes.