The Dark Side of Love: Dark Side of Love, #1

By Solae Dehvine

Angels and Demons sometimes look the same in the flesh...its the spirit we must examine Rya Montgomery finds this out the hard way. As she navigates failed relationships she tries to find her way until she almost loses her life. That experience changes something in Rya, she's not the same. And the only person that can make it right has a name that she can't remember.

Her desire for true love takes her on a journey and when Rya she thinks she's found a real angel life comes in to complicate things once again. Now she must choose the old comfortable way of before or the adventurous new ride of the present?

Read to find out about Rya and all the other interesting beings in Dark Side of Love

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dehvine Publishing LLC
• Release date: May 13, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393347378

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The Dark Side of Love

The Dark Side of Love

Solae Dehvine

Dehvine Publishing

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1. Before the Darkness

2. Rya

3. Lyric

4. Rya

Four Months Later

5. Rya

6. Lyric

7. Rya

8. Lyric

9. Rya

10. Rya

11. Lyric

12. Rya

13. Lyric

14. Rya

15. Prez

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Chapter One

Before the Darkness

His drunken rage turned him into a monster, but tonight he was worse than that. His anger mixed with liquid courage had turned him into a wild bull, smashing glasses and putting holes in walls, except this bull didn’t have horns - he was just hyped up off beer. With all the warning signs about alcohol there was never one that would describe the mutation from human into beast.

I’m the man around here BITCH! Bring me my sons! He screamed, stumbling to another corner and putting his fist through the drywall. The crunching sound of his fist going through wood crackled through the house. It was his calling card, letting everyone in the house know a terrorist was on the loose and that he wouldn’t stop until someone put him down.

You're drunk Paul. I told you to leave or the police are going to lock you up.

FUCK THE POLICE. YOU THINK THEY CAN FUCK WITH ME?! His voice bellowed through the house and snot shot out of his nostrils like a wild angry bull.

Just leave the boys alone Paul. She tried reasoning with him but there was no using logic with a drunk.

Naw...Hell Naw… They gotta learn, he told her. But she had no intention of letting her boys near him. They trembled behind her, too afraid to speak but squeezing onto her for protection. Her small five foot five 140-pound body was no match for this high-adrenaline alcohol-induced rage.

COME HERE BOYS...BRING Y’ALL ASS OVER HERE AND LEARN HOW TO BE MEN. He knuckled up ready to strike but she had seen enough. She slowly backed the boys out of the room as he threw a lamp against a wall.

SEE THEY NEED TO CLEAN THIS SHIT UP. YOU RUINED MY BOYS YOU BITCH. NOW GIVE EM HERE! He screamed as he threw a punch and spun himself around, landing on his ass. Now it was their time to escape.

Go on. Run...Go upstairs and lock the door to your room.

The boys were on the steps, their mother blocking the entry way. The butcher knife hidden down at her side so as not to alarm the boys, but the commotion behind her sounded like a wild stampede brought on by their crazed and drunk father.

No, I won’t let him hurt you. The youngest of the two boys said. His will and pride was well beyond his eleven years but he was still no match for the demon in the other room.

I SAID WHERE ARE MY BOYS, BITCH?! Crashes of glass punctuated his sentences. At the end of each phrase, a new breakable item went sailing into the wall. But one of the young boys still stood up, he was ready to go head to head with the beast who was inhabiting his father’s body.

Come in here BITCH. Or I’m coming UP! Glass crashing in the other room sent chills through the boys and she could feel it. As their mother she knew the effects of this toxic relationship with their father. A man that found them no matter where they hid. She knew she could never get away. But that didn’t mean the boys couldn't have a chance at a free life.

Did you call the police son. She asked the younger of the two.

Yes ma’am… The cordless phone still shaking in his hand.

Okay good. Thank you for doing that. Now go upstairs. They heard her words but they didn’t budge. Neither child was prepared to leave her.

It’s okay. Go upstairs. I’m just going to have a little talk with him, she told them, and there wasn't much time to argue as glass shattered a few feet away sending shards and specks of glass into the stairway.

WHERE IS MY DAMN BOYS. I WANT THEM TO HELP ME FIND MY BEER! The man was sick. Filled with poisonous alcohol and rage, the animal in him had destroyed their house and now it was hungry for blood.

Go...it’s okay...just go... She smiled, trying to convince them that it would be fine but she knew the truth, none of this was fine or okay. But the boys didn’t feel her fear, they did as they were told, leaping up the stairs one behind the other into their bedroom where they did as their mother said, locking the door behind them as they heard the world ending downstairs.

There was crashing and screams, furniture screeching across the hardwood floor and what sounded like walls crashing together played like a sound track of dysfunction.

We should go help her. The braver of the two said. He was younger by only a few minutes but he was the stronger-willed of the pair.

No. Mommy said wait here so that’s what we’ll do. The screams got louder and the crashing sounded like a pack of wild animals running around downstairs. The oldest paced the floor but he couldn’t take the suspense.

I’m going down. he announced, but a gunshot stopped him from moving.

They looked at each other for a moment before they both pulled back the dresser that blocked the door, opening it to find their mother right there in the doorway. Her clothes were soaked in blood and she wore a homemaker’s smile.

Boys. She fell into their arms, all three of them falling to the floor.

Momma! They yelled for her.

Momma are you okay? The oldest boy asked, brushing back her hair to reveal a fresh bruise.

Momma… They weren’t sure which wound to be concerned about first as blood was oozing from multiple places on her face.

Momma speak to me. Are you okay?

No baby I’m not. She said to them both. Momma might have to leave you. She tried smiling, but a gargle of blood erupted from her mouth. The boys cried and squealed and began to panic, but in the way only a mother can, she quieted them down. Through the pain she winced but she had to get these next words out.

Now listen to me. Remember what I say. I love you both. None of this is your fault. You both must stick together. Don’t let… She said, trying to speak through the pain. Then the coughing started, sending a sputter of blood from her mouth, a sign of her organs shutting down as she tried to tell her children a life’s worth of lessons in her last few minutes.

Don’t let anyone take advantage of you. And you...you're the oldest, She grabbed her eldest son with the last bit of strength she had left, you gotta take care of your brother, she told the eldest boy. And you...you gotta listen to your brother. Don’t you let nobo...dy separate you, she said to her youngest son as the hand of death took ahold of her. Slowly shutting down, she eased her grip on the boys. That was all she could give. She didn’t have the time nor the means to explain.

I love you both. She smiled as blood foamed out of her mouth. She held her grip on each of them until her last breath and until the last ounce of blood pumped out of her heart.

Momma...! They yelled over her body but she was gone. Both boys cried, tears running down their faces as they held their mother. The room with posters of Batman and Superman had now been turned into a