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The Unprediktable (Being Revised)

Novel By: IceBreaker

(FINISHED) Renee's life isn't going so well so she gathers her sister and tries to run away, only the unpredictable happens and both sisters are in danger. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Jan 27, 2013    Reads: 585    Comments: 9    Likes: 2   

Chapter 8: Night of my life

AJ was nowhere to be found when I woke up in the middle of the night. I sat up and searched around the room. Where is he?

I got up and grabbed his shirt and walked out of the bedroom. I checked in the bathroom and in Jodie's old room.

Then in the kitchen, the living room. Nowhere.

Where is he?

Maybe now I can… I bit my lip in contemplation.

I didn't want to leave. I didn't want to.

What in the hell is wrong with me?

I heard a noise coming from behind a door.

A door I didn't notice before. I walked up to it and opened it. It led down to a set of lack carpeted stairs.

The basement maybe?

I walked down the stairs which led to a room with a fireplace burning, in front of it was a wooden table, a cream colored couch and a orange, brown, and beige run underneath the set. In the corner was another piano and in the other was pictures. Large painted portraits of…women. Naked women.

Then in the other corner was…AJ. He was standing up…and he was….painting. I didn't know he painted.

I walked closer to him and looked at the painting. It was a picture….a very clear and amazing picture…of his mom.

"I didn't know you paint." I whispered.

He didn't seem surprised by my presence nor did he stop. "Just something I do when I'm pissed."

"You are…very, very good at it, AJ."

He finally stopped and looked at me. "I don't show anybody these. You're the first one to see them."


He smirked. "Look at the rest over there in the corner." He pointed to the naked paintings and I bit my lip as I blushed.

"So why are you okay with me seeing them?"

He looked down as if wondering the same thing. Then he shrugged. "I don't know." He turned back to the painting of his mom.

"That looks just like her." I whispered.

He snorted. "Yeah, with her mouth closed she's an even better mother."

"Why do you say that?"

"Renee, she's ran all of her kids away at a young age. I left at a young age…so did Shane and so did my other brother."

"But why?"

"The Sharon you saw tonight is nothing like the real Sharon. She was on her meds. In reality, that woman would run around cutting off people's fucking arms. The meds changed her…for now. But that woman was never a mother to me."

"What about Frank?"

"Frank is her third husband and a dick as you saw."

"What about your real dad?"

AJ grew quiet. He put the paint brush down and turned to look at me. "Ready to go back to bed?"

"I want you to answer my question."

"Yeah well I rather not. Bed."

"It isn't fair."

"What isn't?"

"All I'm trying to do is understand you. I haven't been fighting you for the past couple of days."

AJ stood up. "You won't understand me." He said as he walked across the room towards the stairs. Then he looked back at me. "Let's just go upstairs…back to bed."

I sighed and glanced back at the face portrait of Sharon and then him. "Fine." I said in defeat.



"How long?" I asked.

AJ looked out of the window. "Fuck, his car is pulling up."

"What do you have against him beside the fact that he's a dick?"

AJ sighed. "You'll see." He said.

I sat down. I feel nervous now.

Shane doesn't sound too bad. But then again, I don't know him.

AJ went to the door and opened it. "Shane." He nodded.

A man, tall with black hair and dark green eyes walked in the room. He was beautiful and looked like an exact replica of AJ. Only older.

The man looked around the room and then to AJ. "Nice place. I'm guessing our other brother gave it to you."

AJ nodded. "He did. What are you doing here?"

"I just wanted to see how you were doing." His eyes finally met mine and his eyebrows raised as he smirked. Then he looked back to AJ. "I see you're doing very well." Then looked back to me. "Hello. I'm Shane." He walked over to me and with every step, I felt my heart pounding harder and harder as I swallowed.

He held out his hand and looked down at me with a secret smile. I shook it and he made me stand up. "What's her name?" He asked.

Um…I am right here.

"Renee." AJ answered.

Shane tilted his head. "I think she'd fit in very nicely in the house."

AJ froze.

What's 'The house'?

"What house?" I asked.

AJ walked up to Shane. "No. She's not going there. She's staying with me."

"You say that now but I think that soon, you'll get tired of her and will give her to me."

"I won't get tired of her. Do not try to replace Haley." He said.

Shane's face expression changed completely. I think AJ done struck a chord. Because right now, Shane had this look on his face that scared the living shit out of me.

I snatched my hand away and backed away as Shane slowly turned to look AJ. "What did you just say?" He asked.

AJ sighed. "You can't have Renee. She's one you cannot have. So you should go."

Shane was still in shock as he glared at AJ. "No, what was that you said about Haley?" He asked. He folded his arms.

AJ breathed out of his nose. "I said don't try to replace her."

Shane nodded and smirked. "I thought you said that. You know, I don't want to embarrass you in front of your little girlfriend over there. So all I can for now is 'Fuck off'. Maybe we'll have an even more…private talk at the barbecue."

"I'll be looking forward to that. AJ said sarcastically.

Shane smirked. "I just wanted to pop up and say hi. Now that I have, and seen your-" He looked at me. "Girl. I think I'll be on my way. I don't feel so welcomed here." Then turned and walked back up to me. He grabbed my hand and kissed my knuckles. "I have serious plans to make you mine one day." He whispered and then gave an evil smirk as he backed away from me and gave AJ a nod. "It was good seeing you." Then he opened the door and slammed it shut, breaking the window that was in the middle of the door.

AJ sighed.

I was about to say 'that wasn't so bad' but in fact, Shane scares the living hell out of me.

I looked to AJ who stared at the door with the broken glass. "Fucking bastard." He muttered and opened the door. Then he shut the black screen door and locked it. "Have to get that fixed in the morning."

Then he looked to me. I can feel rather than see his anger. "Come downstairs with me." He said firmly.

I followed him although I was scared about what he was about to do. I had no idea and that's what scares me about him. He's unpredictable.

He made me follow him down into the basement and went to the portrait of his mom he was painting last night. He ripped it off and let it fall to the floor. Then he looked to me. "Take your clothes off." He said.


"You heard me, take your clothes off, Renee. Everything."

I looked away from him as I pulled my shirt over my head and took my bra off of me and let it fall to the floor. And then I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them and my panties down.

I stepped out of my clothes and then looked to him. He got up and came to me. He got down and threw my clothes aside and then looked at me for a second. He leaned down and pressed his lips against mine and then got down on his knees and he grabbed onto my hips as his tongue went to my clit.

My lips parted but I couldn't make a sound.

Then he stopped and looked up at me. "Go lay down on the floor in front of the fire place." He said.

I was kind of frustrated that he didn't finish…to bring me over the edge like he did that one night.

But I went to go lay down on the floor like wanted, in front of the fireplace.

"Just stay still." he said as he brought over a stool in front of the easel and grabbed a paintbrush. He was about to paint me?

Why me?

He began and I just watched him. He seemed so passionate about it although he looked pissed off.

I continued watching him. Watching him as he painted and would glance at me every few seconds.

Then eventually, he just stared at me.

I stared back at him.

He bit on his lip.

Oh god is he beautiful.

He hesitated as he put the paint brush down and then pulled his shirt over his head. Then he looked to me. He stood up and unbuttoned his pants and took them and his boxers off, keeping his golden eyes on mine the entire time. He walked over to me and got down on his knees as he slid in between my legs and looked down at me.

I bit my lip as I looked up at him.

Without a warning, he pushed hard inside of me.

A cry of pain escaped out of my lips.

"Shh." He whispered against my lips and then kissed me.

I wanted to run my fingers through his hair but he kept my wrists pinned to the floor beside my head.

His tongue, traced lightly over my bottom lip before it slipped into my mouth and toyed and caressed my tongue.

And as this happened, he started to move.

I gasped at the newfound pleasure.

He started off with soft thrust. His golden eyes didn't leave mine.

My lips partted as the pleasure risen.

On my own accord, I wrapped my legs around his waist and bit down on my lip.

AJ took my lip between his teeth and bit down on it, and he kissed me hard while keeping my wrists pinned.

Both of our breathing was harsh and ragged as AJ moved faster.

I knew I was close. I could feel it and from the fast movement, I knew AJ was close too. And the thought turned me on.

AJ took his hand away from my left wrist and placed it around my neck and squeezed lightly as he kissed me hard, deep, and seductively.

The muscles in my stomach clenched.

And that's when the moans slipped out.

I held onto his hair while he moved faster, grunting in response. We were both grunting in unison.

His hand was still around my neck, our lips still attacking each others.

And then this feeling exploded out of me. My toes curled. My fingers fisted in AJ's hair. My head tipped back against the carpet of the floor. And I cried out my release.

AJ cried out his release silently and collapsed down on top of me, breathing hard against my cheek.

I was breathing as hard as he was, amazed and confused about what I just felt.

AJ stayed silent with me for a second and then looked down at me. "Are you okay?"

I nodded. "I'm good." But I don't know if I was.

I just had sex with him. It wasn't forced. He didn't rape me. He didn't molest me, but I let him do this to me.

I let him.

What does this mean to me….does this mean I like him?


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