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Unbreakable (Being Revised)

Novel By: IceBreaker

(FINISHED)Summer Waters is afraid to be with her brother’s womanizing best friend because her brother is very protective, but she will come to find that they are too attracted to one another to stay away. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Jun 12, 2014    Reads: 1,337    Comments: 11    Likes: 10   

Author's Note: Those of you who read my sister, Nikkibeth's, stories, she will be updating soon. She hasn't been doing too well lately so just be patient. :)

Chapter 20: Surface

Flames…and all that heat. That's all I saw. That's all I felt. My eyes flashed open and I sat up, panting softly.

I reached over because I needed to feel Chris. But he wasn't there. The bedside felt cold. "Chris?" I whimpered.

The door closed as he entered the room with his cell phone in his hand. "I'm here."

"You left?" I felt so young, being scared to be alone.

"I had to call my father to see what else to do about the situation. I might have to go in for questioning tomorrow."

I stare at him through the darkness, his words completely going over my head. "Please get in bed with me." I whispered.

He frowned and placed his phone on the arm of the couch, and slid into bed with me. He looked into my eyes and his thumb wiped my tears away. "Don't let this worry you. I'm fine. I'm here, and I'm yours." He whispered.

I nod my head and Chris kisses my cheek softly, and then his lips trail up to my temple, slowly over to my forehead, down to the bridge of my nose and to my lips again.

I sigh softly as my eyes close. This is what I wanted to feel.

I part my lips as he kissed me, while his hand slid up my thigh, rising my over-sized t-shirt up.

I relaxed more, savoring the feel of his fingers, and his lips on me.

Chris's hand gently went to hold the back of my neck. He tilted it to the side as his lips went to kiss and lick my neck, teasing me.

My hand reaches up to grab his hair as I let out a soft moan.

His hand slides down into my panties and his fingers begin to move over my clit, giving it soft strokes.

I gasp and push against his fingers, begging for more pressure.

Chris realized my need and applied more pressure as his tongue moved against mine.

My nipples began to harden against my shirt, and my walls began to squeeze as he moved his fingers faster against me.

Heat poured out of me, and the tingles of my orgasm rose, and rose, but just as it did, Chris took his hand out of my panties.

I breathed out of frustration and bit on his lip for doing that to me.

He recovered pretty quickly and continued with the sensual motion our tongues were going.

He moved over me all the while I leaned back, and laid onto the pillows.

His hands moved my shirt up over my panties, over my stomach. His lips moved from mine down to my stomach, leaving soft, lingering kisses that made my core contract in desire.

I closed my eyes, looping my hand into his hair as he kissed in all the right places that made desire swarm through my body.

His fingers dipped into the waistband of my panties and I moved my body around so he could get them down. He pulled them from my legs and threw them some place I couldn't see before he's kissing between my thighs, making me moan out my need for him.

He teasing, kissing everywhere except for where I needed. I bet he gets off on teasing me like this.

I pulled harder on his hair. "Chris," I whisper as I look down at him. His eyes meet mine for a moment, before his tongue is on me, and I'm crying for his name.

He moaned as he tasted my clit, kissing and suckling it.

I released his hair to grab onto the sheets as my head pushed back into the bed.

I panted, and shook as I pushed his head down more and close my eyes. Oh god. He's the only one who can make me feel this way.

Moans escaped my lips as he brought me closer and closer to my climax with every stroke of his tongue. My body squirmed and arched to his mouth. I couldn't help it. I was going to come. He can't stop it this time. I don't want him to. I squeezed my eyes shut as my release hit me hard.

My body quivered, and I felt warm heat pouring from my core as I grabbed for his hair again, pulling at it, tangling it as I rode out my orgasm.

When my body had calmed down, I opened my eyes and looked down to Chris who met my eyes, still in between my legs. I stroked his jaw softly, still panting.

"Feel better?" He asked.

I nod my head and sigh.

He kissed the inside of my thigh before his tongue darts out and ran down to my inner thigh.

"Mmmm, I love you, Chris." I moaned.

"I know." he whispered and his lips went to my stomach.

I watched every move he made.

His fingers snaked over to my hips, and then down my legs as his tongue played and prodded around my slit, and down a little lower down to my butthole. It made me clench his hair as my breath picked up again.

Oh god I needed more.

"Chris, make love to me."

He kissed back up to my clit, making my body squirm before he covered my body and filled me with ecstasy.


When I woke up the next morning, I felt lips against mine.

I moaned but kept my eyes closed.

"I have to meet my father and the police. They want to question me."

I didn't want him to leave, but I couldn't hang onto his neck twenty four seven because of what happened.

"You're leaving right now?" I asked.

"Yeah. Love you."

"I love you too." I said sleepily.

"Mmh. I know you do." He kissed my lips again before traveling to my jaw, waking up my desire. I smile. He gets so sidetracked, wanting to do things to me while he has more important matters.

He pulled away. "Oh, and by the way, Tara called and said she's on her way over. So get your ass up." He slapped my ass really hard, making me yelp and open my eyes.

Chris chuckled and walked out of the room.

I shake my head. God. I am dating an asshole. He's damn lucky that I love him so much.

I pulled the comforter from my body and my feet touched the hardwood floor.

I raised my hands up in the air and stretched my body. I rested my arms to my side and moved my head around in circles to get the ache out of my neck before I stood.

I grabbed my panties from the floor and pull them on before going into the bathroom.

I slid the mirror to the side and grabbed my plan B pills and headed downstairs.

Chris was checking something on his phone with a coke sitting by him on the counter.

"Thought you were leaving." I said.

"Yeah, I was waiting for you to get up so you'd be able to let Tara in."


"No what?"

"No you weren't."

His eyes tore from his phone to look at me. He sighs and puts his phone down next to him. "Fine. I'm worried, okay? I don't wanna leave you here alone. And when it comes to you, I freak out over everything."

"You don't have to worry about me. It was…an accident that happened."

Chris shook his head. "No it wasn't. It wasn't an accident."

"We have to figure out who did it." I said.

"I will. Don't worry, baby. Don't ever worry about me."

"This is a pretty shitty time to say that considering you could have died last night."

"Yeah well you could have also. But you didn't, and neither did I, so cut that shit out. I'm going to be fine."

"You're telling me to cut it out while you're still standing here because you're scared?"

"Yeah, well I'm a hypocrite." He shrugged and walked over to me. "I love you. Stay safe, you hear me?"

I nod my head. "I hear you and you fucked my back up when you slammed me against the wall last night."

He smirked. "But you liked it."

He had me there.

I rolled my eyes and pushed him back. "Get out, dick." I said.

He chuckles lightly before grabbing his phone, his coke, and his keys and leaving out of the house.

I put the plan B pills on the counter, grabbed a glass and filled it with water.

I took the pill and rinsed it down just as moments later, someone tapped on the door.

I turned my head and Tara was dressed in a blue, pink, and yellow sundress smiling from the other side of the door.

"It's open." I said.

She opened the door and stepped into the house. Her eyes explored the place before looking to me. "Holy fucking shit, Summer. This place is so nice. I love it. How fucking awesome is this? Eighteen and you already have your own place."

"Yep, lucky me, aside from the fucked up brother, mother, and father." I said.

Her smile disappeared. "Yeah well, there's that. Speaking of your father, what's the whole plan with that? I think we should go to the police."

"Yeah, it would be smart but…"

"But? But what? No but. He has to go to prison for what he did to Liam, and for what he did to you. And whose to say he only did this to his kids? Maybe there's-"

"Tara, stop it. Okay? I get it. He deserves to be in jail with those other butt-fucking sick freaks. But what about proof?"

"Liam's the proof. He'd have no reason to lie about his dad."

"My dad can afford to get a lawyer, and he's going to twist the truth. I know he will. He'll say something like Liam is after money or something. And if we go to Liam, which god knows where the fuck he is, he's not going to want to tell the police anything. He'll never admit to anyone what happened."

"Except for you."

"Because I'm his sister. If Liam wanted to tell, he would have told by now, don't you think?"

"Well maybe he's embarrassed, Summer. Maybe we have to do the work for him."

"Yeah, I don't know about you but my plan is to grab the bat from out of the truck of your car, head over my dad's house and crack his fucking skull in for touching my brother."

"You sound so crazy right now."

"No, crazy is my dad going around and parading like he's the world's greatest fucking dad when the whole time, it was an act and he's really a sick fucking rapist. That's crazy."

Tara sighed. "I can't let you do this."

I frowned. Who was she to tell me that this was wrong? How is it wrong? It's justice. I wanted to see all the blood on his face that I saw on Imogene's. I want him whimpering and crying like she was. I want him to stay away from my family. I wanted him to stay away from me and to never touch me like that or at all whatsoever ever again.

"Either you're in, or you're out. I love you, Tara. I do. But this is my decision. I took care of Imogene, she was the main bitch in my life that I had to get rid of, now I have to do this for Liam." I walked upstairs and Tara was following behind me.

When we made it to my bedroom, she sat on the bed while I pulled my t-shirt off.

"You can't just…fight your father." She said in a quiet voice.

"You do it everyday, don't you?" I asked raising my eyebrow at her.

She glared at me. Her dad was verbally abusive and was a touchy subject for her. "That's different, and where do you get off talking about my father when yours is the one whose the rapist?"

"Fuck you."

"Yeah well, fuck you too." She said and glared down at the floor.

I can tell she was about to cry.

I pulled another shirt from the dresser and sighed as I threw it on.

I can hear her whimpering and crying silently. It could be from the pregnancy though. I forgot how emotional she would get.

I turned and walked over to her. I stood over her and she slowly met my eyes. Her eyes were watery and sad.

"Look, kitty, I'm sorry."

She nods. "I am too." She wiped her eyes and exhaled. "I just don't want to see you get hurt. I mean, you can understand my concern, right?"

"I won't. I'll have the bat, and I'll be careful."

I went back to the dresser and pulled down my panties and put on another pair. Yeah, it was kind of gross to put on clean clothes without showering, but hey, I didn't give a flying fuck. Not today. I grabbed some sweats from the closet. "Shit, all my shoes are back at the house. And my heels from last night are still at the club."

"I'll take you to Rodney's house."

I nod. "Thank you." I say. Before we leave, I pull my hair into a messy bun. I knew that this was a bad idea. Everything in my gut said that I was insane for wanting to kill my father. If I do, there's not a doubt in my mind that I'm going to prison. And then what will happen to me and Chris? I didn't have to dwell onto that question too long. There's not a doubt in my mind that he won't still love me while I'm there, if I'm there. He'd understand why I had to do what I did. We would never break because of my bullshit. Actually, I don't think anything could really break us. We would never let anything break us.

In the car, I began to think about how I should approach my dad. Should I scream and yell or just go in swinging?

I had no clue.

"What am I going to say to him? What the hell can I possibly say to him?" I asked myself out loud.

"I wish I could tell you." Tara said.

I looked over to her. "My god, he is actually…I can't believe this."

"Hey, Summer, you're not really thinking of killing your dad…are you?"

I glanced out of the window and shrugged my shoulders. I know I wouldn't be able to do it. But I wanted to. I could dream about it. I'll just damage his face a bit. This time, it will be let out to the public. But I didn't care.

"I just know you, and I know you would never actually kill someone."

"Fine. I won't kill him, but I can break his face. That's not murdering someone."

"If you crack his skull, you can possibly put him in a coma."

"Good." I said abruptly. I know I was sounding insane. I could have been going insane. Maybe I was traumatized from the fire. Maybe the fact that my dad's been molesting me is finally sticking in my head. Maybe it's the fact that my entire family is full of crazy fucking freaks. It could have been all three reasons.

We arrived to my house moments later, and I looked to Tara. "I'll just get my shoes and I'll be right out." I said.

She nods. "Kay. I'll be waiting."

"And thank you for taking me up here and…everything else you ever did for me."

She giggles. "You say that like you'll never see me again."

I sigh. "Just thought you should know. I love your pregnant ass, kitty."

"I love you too. Now hurry up so we can get this thing settled."

I nod and hop out of the car.

I don't see any extra cars out here so I know that Evie isn't here.

Then again, I don't think anyone's here.

Doesn't matter anyway. I opened the door with my key and walked in. The house was completely silent. Thank god.

I walked upstairs and opened the door to my room. I stopped, my heart beating hard and my head begin to tingle as I met eyes with my dad.

He looked caught.

What the fuck…what the fuck…What. The. Fuck?

"Summer, I've been looking for you."

"In my room in the house alone? I don't live here anymore. Don't you see all of my stuff boxed up?"

"Honey, I don't know what's going on. Your mother won't pick up, neither will your aunt."

"What do you think is going on?"

"I don't know."

"I kinda think you do."

He looked around my room for a moment before looking back at me, a confused glint in his eyes. "Honey, tell me what's going on. I've tried calling you over and over again. No one's picking up."

God, I should have grabbed that bat just in case. But his car wasn't outside so I couldn't have known he was here.

"Boe, Liam." I said.

At the mention of his name, I notice a change in expression. A disgusted scowl appeared on his aging face. "What about him?"

In the back of my head, I can imagine that little blonde boy, crying and screaming, scared of my father. He couldn't defend himself. He couldn't fight back. All he could do is grow up, ignoring his past. And to have it finally come to the surface, it didn't make him any better. Only worst. And this whole thing, Liam's over protectiveness, his anger, his breakdown is all because of this man standing in front of me who I call "dad". He was not my dad. I don't know what the hell he was. He wanted to know what was going on? He wanted the truth? Fine. I will let him know the truth. "You raped Liam."


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