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reneé leanne volk / sixteen do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment.

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She smiles up at him, trying her best to see the good in their situation. Of course, there was no good in the situation, but she could try. “Good… I’m sure they’ll think of something.” And they would – they always did. Those three could get themselves and anyone else out of anything. “We’re going to be okay, baby.”

Despite his confidence that the four of them could think of something together, he was still worried. This place was clearly dangerous. And it was a sensitive place for them. None of them would want to come here, and it was his fault that they had to. “We’re going to be okay,” he promised her, only to freeze when a series of crashes came from downstairs.

Against every strand of will power she had, Reneé screamed at the sudden crashes, turning in to Gabe's body and clinging onto him. "We need to get out of here."

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She shook her head at that, arching an eyebrow. There was nothing he could have done or said to her that could have stopped this, and they both knew it. Pressing a hand to his cheek, she smiled softly. “This isn’t your fault.”

With a nervous laugh, Reneé nodded, kissing his cheek. “Sure you are, baby,” she teased him – somehow, even in the midst of this terror, he still found a way to make her feel better. She tried to convince herself that he was right, that what they’d been through with Halle was worse, but she knew it wasn’t true. She smiled up at him, kissing him once more, before looking at the window. “What now?”

It was his fault. He knew better. But he hadn’t thought with his head, and now they were in this literally haunted place. They were screwed, and it was all his fault. He could only hope they got out of it alive.

He sighed, standing up and making his way back over to the window. They were there again. “Aiden and Tim are on their way. I don’t know what they’re going to do, but…” He shrugged. He always thought better with his boys than without them.

She smiles up at him, trying her best to see the good in their situation. Of course, there was no good in the situation, but she could try. "Good... I'm sure they'll think of something." And they would -- they always did. Those three could get themselves and anyone else out of anything. "We're going to be okay, baby."

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“Don’t be sorry, baby. This was my idea,” she reminded him, wiping away her tears. Granted, it was a terrible idea, but it was still hers.

She nodded her head at his words, letting out a watery laugh. “Baby, you don’t have to be okay all the time,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to his lips. “This is a nightmare come to life.” At the reminder of Halle, a shiver ran down her spine and she moved a hand to the back of his neck to pull him in for a lingering kiss. “ —- I love you so much, Gabriel.”

“I should’ve told you.” But he couldn’t have. There was no way he could’ve warned her about this place. There was too much history here, too much stuff he couldn’t talk about. They had rules. Things that no one in the cult ever spoke of; not even to newcomers. He couldn’t tell her about everything that happened; he just needed to make sure she never told Chaz.

“I’m the pro at being okay,” he bragged. He was always okay because someone always needed him to be. For now, he would be okay because Renee needed it. “Ah, we’ve been through worse.” That was debatable. Of all the shit Gabe had been through, hauntings were definitely new. He kissed her softly, sweetly. “I love you, Renee.”

She shook her head at that, arching an eyebrow. There was nothing he could have done or said to her that could have stopped this, and they both knew it. Pressing a hand to his cheek, she smiled softly. "This isn't your fault."

With a nervous laugh, Reneé nodded, kissing his cheek. "Sure you are, baby," she teased him -- somehow, even in the midst of this terror, he still found a way to make her feel better. She tried to convince herself that he was right, that what they'd been through with Halle was worse, but she knew it wasn't true. She smiled up at him, kissing him once more, before looking at the window. "What now?"

Against every fiber of her being, tears leaked from Reneé’s eyes, and she frantically wiped them away. Now was not the time for her to get emotional. It was her fault that they were here in the first place, she had no reason to cry.

It was like a weight had been taken off of her shoulders when he told her that Aiden was coming. She knew that Aiden would be able to help them – he always did. He would never let Gabe down. When Gabe took hold of her hands, she pressed her forehead against his, squeezing his hands and sniffling lightly. “Terrified. You?”

Gabe’s heart broke when she started to cry, though he didn’t blame her. PTSD and terror did not make for a good combination. He wished he’d never let her come her. “I’m so sorry, baby,” he whispered, kissing her hands. He wished with all that he had that he could fix things. For now, all he could do was wait for Aiden, and hope things worked out.

“You know me,” he joked lightheartedly in a sad attempt to lighten the mood, “I’m always okay.” And he was. He took the hits like a champ, and he would continue to. Renee needed to let her emotions out, so he would keep hers in. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you,” he promised her. “I mean that. I didn’t let her hurt you, and I won’t let anything in this house hurt you, either.”

"Don't be sorry, baby. This was my idea," she reminded him, wiping away her tears. Granted, it was a terrible idea, but it was still hers.

She nodded her head at his words, letting out a watery laugh. "Baby, you don't have to be okay all the time," she murmured, pressing a kiss to his lips. "This is a nightmare come to life." At the reminder of Halle, a shiver ran down her spine and she moved a hand to the back of his neck to pull him in for a lingering kiss. " ---- I love you so much, Gabriel."

Reneé watched helplessly as he tried to open the door, arms wrapping around herself. The last time she had been this scared was when Halle was free. “Baby – baby! It’s locked!” She pushed forward, grasping his bicep. “It’s locked.”

She sat back down on the bed as he looked out the window, pulling out her phone and sending Fiona a text to tell her that she wouldn’t be able to make it to her house that night. When Gabe jumped back, her skin crawled. Sure, he’d been on edge since the first creek of the floor, but he hadn’t shown true fear until now. It was beyond unsettling for her. “What’s wrong? What did you see?”

Gabe didn’t often get scared. As much as he let others think he was an idiot, he wasn’t. He was rather smart, and could always find a logical solution to any problem. It was what he did. It was what made him the mastermind. But this was a literal haunted house, and logic didn’t apply here. Without logic, Gabe wasn’t sure what to do, and that fucking terrified him.

At Renee’s words, he glanced back at her, then at the window. Still nothing. He shook his head, looking back to her. “I didn’t see anything. I’m just freaking out. I texted Aiden. Hopefully, he can get us out of here.” He knelt down in front of her, avoiding the shards of glass as he took her hands in his. He knew she still suffered from the Halle situation, and this wasn’t going to help any. “How are you?”

Against every fiber of her being, tears leaked from Reneé's eyes, and she frantically wiped them away. Now was not the time for her to get emotional. It was her fault that they were here in the first place, she had no reason to cry.

It was like a weight had been taken off of her shoulders when he told her that Aiden was coming. She knew that Aiden would be able to help them -- he always did. He would never let Gabe down. When Gabe took hold of her hands, she pressed her forehead against his, squeezing his hands and sniffling lightly. "Terrified. You?"

Pushing up onto her knees, Reneé grabbed her top and pulled it back on, her hand slipping into Gabe’s as she stood up. She pressed herself into his side, clutching his body in fear as they walked towards the bedroom door. There had to be an obvious explanation to this, of course, but in that moment, she couldn’t think of one. Of course, it didn’t help that as they approached the hallway, the bedroom door slammed itself shut. She jumped at the sudden movement, gasping before reaching out to turn the handle. It didn’t budge. “Gabe – it’s locked.”

“No,” he denied immediately. He wrapped his hands around the doorknob, yanking it towards him. He even put his foot against the door and continued to pull, despite knowing that it wouldn’t help at all. “Fuck,” he cursed again, dropping his foot and hand. He took his phone out, sending a text to Aiden, in hopes that he could do something about this. With a sigh, he carefully made his way over to the window. The jump couldn’t be that far, right? Glancing out, his eyes widened and he jumped back. “What the….” He took a few deep breaths, then looked back again. The little girl that he swore he’d seen out there was now nowhere to be found. He was losing his mind.

Reneé watched helplessly as he tried to open the door, arms wrapping around herself. The last time she had been this scared was when Halle was free. "Baby -- baby! It's locked!" She pushed forward, grasping his bicep. "It's locked."

She sat back down on the bed as he looked out the window, pulling out her phone and sending Fiona a text to tell her that she wouldn't be able to make it to her house that night. When Gabe jumped back, her skin crawled. Sure, he'd been on edge since the first creek of the floor, but he hadn't shown true fear until now. It was beyond unsettling for her. "What's wrong? What did you see?"

Her fingers were buried in his hair, legs around his waist, and lips melded to his when he jumped away, and her entire body jolted up at the shattering sounds. She looked around the room, fear seeping deep into her bones. “Baby… I think we should leave.”

Eyes roaming over the mess surrounding the bed, he nodded. “Yeah… yeah, getting out sounds good.” Climbing out of the bed, he pulled his shirt on, carefully stepping over the glass. He held out a hand to her, making sure she didn’t step on too much glass.

Pushing up onto her knees, Reneé grabbed her top and pulled it back on, her hand slipping into Gabe's as she stood up. She pressed herself into his side, clutching his body in fear as they walked towards the bedroom door. There had to be an obvious explanation to this, of course, but in that moment, she couldn't think of one. Of course, it didn't help that as they approached the hallway, the bedroom door slammed itself shut. She jumped at the sudden movement, gasping before reaching out to turn the handle. It didn't budge. "Gabe -- it's locked."

Reneé can easily tell that neither of them completely buy her poor excuse for the noises, but honestly, neither of them want it to be anything more than that. She lets it go, and grins when he makes his way over to her, fingers sliding down his chest to help him remove his shirt. “Oh, by all means, please do.” With a seductive giggle, she hooks a leg onto his hip, pulling him in for a heated kiss.

Gabe laughs against her lips, fully prepared to lose himself in her, when there’s the unmistakable sound of something shattering behind them. A lot of somethings. “Fuck,” he swears, jumping off of her. He whirls around to see what broke, his eyes latching onto the glass shards that now surround the bed in a perfect semi-circle. “What the hell?”

Her fingers were buried in his hair, legs around his waist, and lips melded to his when he jumped away, and her entire body jolted up at the shattering sounds. She looked around the room, fear seeping deep into her bones. "Baby... I think we should leave."

When he gets up from the bed, panic floods her body, her muscles stiffening as she stares after him. She pushes up onto her knees, eyes trained on the dark hallway. She can definitely hear shuffling, and for a moment, she thinks she hears someone breathing, but as soon as it sounded, it was gone. “…it’s an old house, baby. It’s probably just settling.”

He nods, accepting her explanation without argument. In truth, he knows it’s unlikely that the only problems with this house are confined to its age, but he’s not going to actively look for problems. “I’ll take your mind off of it,” he promises with a seductive grin, making his way back to the bed. His lips reconnect with hers again, and he leans back only to pull off his shirt.

Reneé can easily tell that neither of them completely buy her poor excuse for the noises, but honestly, neither of them want it to be anything more than that. She lets it go, and grins when he makes his way over to her, fingers sliding down his chest to help him remove his shirt. "Oh, by all means, please do." With a seductive giggle, she hooks a leg onto his hip, pulling him in for a heated kiss.

Honestly, Reneé was a bit too wrapped up in Gabe at the moment to be too worried; she was too busy pressing kisses along his jaw and neck and tugging at his shirt. But then she hears what he’s been hearing – she hears the creaking, she hears the shuffling, and her heart begins to pound against her ribcage. She pushes Gabe up enough so that she can sit up properly, fingers now clutching at his shoulders. “ —- Gabe, if this is a joke, I swear to God – ”

Gabe turns wide eyes back to her, a little offended that she would accuse him of this. “I didn’t even know we were coming here until an hour ago,” he whispers. Even if he had known, he would never pull a prank like this on her. He climbs out of bed, taking slow steps towards the door. Stepping out into the hall, he glaces to the left. Something passes by him on the right, but he doesn’t see it. When he looks in that direction, there’s nothing there. Was their paranoia just getting to them? “I don’t see anything,” he told his girlfriend.

When he gets up from the bed, panic floods her body, her muscles stiffening as she stares after him. She pushes up onto her knees, eyes trained on the dark hallway. She can definitely hear shuffling, and for a moment, she thinks she hears someone breathing, but as soon as it sounded, it was gone. "...it's an old house, baby. It's probably just settling."

She’s so caught up in everything that is Gabriel Maddox that her mind doesn’t quite register the fact that the floor shouldn’t be creaking. They’re the only two there, and they’re in bed, completely wrapped up in one another – there’s no possible way for the floorboards to creak. When he breaks away, she looks up at him, one hand in his hair and the other sliding down from the back of his neck to his cheek. “No – why would I?”

It’s a question he doesn’t have an answer to. All he knows is that he didn’t tell anyone, and if this house is abandoned, then the only sounds should be coming from them. But he still hears it: the slow and taunting creek of someone moving throughout the house. “Then who the fuck…”

Honestly, Reneé was a bit too wrapped up in Gabe at the moment to be too worried; she was too busy pressing kisses along his jaw and neck and tugging at his shirt. But then she hears what he's been hearing -- she hears the creaking, she hears the shuffling, and her heart begins to pound against her ribcage. She pushes Gabe up enough so that she can sit up properly, fingers now clutching at his shoulders. " ---- Gabe, if this is a joke, I swear to God -- "

Being with Gabe is nothing new to her – this is hardly their first time having sex, and yet, every single time, her heart feels like it’s going to burst out of her chest. She looks up at him, a grin on her lips as she brings her legs up around his waist and rekindles their kiss – hot and deep and filled with a mixture of love, lust, and passion. She never wants to stop kissing him, never wants to be away from him – when the hell did she become so codependent? – again.

His hands roam her body, traveling up the length of her legs, and he catches her bottom lip between her teeth. His hands is heading up, up, up, when he stops. He hears more creaking in the hallway, creaking that he knows shouldn’t be there. He pulls away from her. “Did you tell anyone we were coming?” He asks, just a breath away.

She's so caught up in everything that is Gabriel Maddox that her mind doesn't quite register the fact that the floor shouldn't be creaking. They're the only two there, and they're in bed, completely wrapped up in one another -- there's no possible way for the floorboards to creak. When he breaks away, she looks up at him, one hand in his hair and the other sliding down from the back of his neck to his cheek. "No -- why would I?"

Fuck, yes. ( she lets out a giggle as he pulls her in, quick to rid herself of her top – it’s not exactly warm in the house, but honestly, between gabe and herself, they could create enough heat for the entire town. she wraps her arms around his neck, fingers slipping into his hair as she kisses him. )

(lips pressed against hers, he blindly guides her to the bed, and soon they’re falling, falling, falling, until her back is pressed to the mattress and all he can taste, see, smell, feel is her. he feels those words in his chest again – I LOVE YOU – so he says them with his actions. every ounce of emotion is poured into his kiss, and he finds himself wrapped in her, and doesn’t want to come back up for air. )

Being with Gabe is nothing new to her -- this is hardly their first time having sex, and yet, every single time, her heart feels like it's going to burst out of her chest. She looks up at him, a grin on her lips as she brings her legs up around his waist and rekindles their kiss -- hot and deep and filled with a mixture of love, lust, and passion. She never wants to stop kissing him, never wants to be away from him -- when the hell did she become so codependent? -- again.

Baby, this house is filled with rooms – just pick one. ( she presses herself against his back, fingers resting against his hips as she presses a kiss to his shoulder. she hadn’t planned on having sex with him here – she was far too nervous to even think of such a thing when they arrived – but now, she just wanted to get him into a bed. )

(he feels like that idiot in the movie — the one who goes into a haunted house with his girlfriend, asks for sex, and starts looking for a room in said house while half-hard and half-scared — but fuck, it’s renee, and it’s impossible not to want her all the time. ) Come on. This one looks like it has a huge bed. ( he leads her into the closest room, tugging at her close before they even reach the bed. )

Fuck, yes. ( she lets out a giggle as he pulls her in, quick to rid herself of her top -- it's not exactly warm in the house, but honestly, between gabe and herself, they could create enough heat for the entire town. she wraps her arms around his neck, fingers slipping into his hair as she kisses him. )

( the entire way up the stairs, she’s mesmerized, eyes darting around to take in every piece of art on the walls, and all of the antique furniture and decorations still littering the house. she doesn’t notice the noise, but she does feel gabe’s grip tightening, though she opts to ignore it, instead wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him in for another kiss. ) Well how could I possibly say no to that?

( he grins against her lips. she makes it so damn easy to forget about everything. god, how is anyone so intoxicating? he manages to pull away, his hand still in hers and leads her the rest of the way up the stairs. ) Now to find a room…

Baby, this house is filled with rooms -- just pick one. ( she presses herself against his back, fingers resting against his hips as she presses a kiss to his shoulder. she hadn't planned on having sex with him here -- she was far too nervous to even think of such a thing when they arrived -- but now, she just wanted to get him into a bed. )

( she grins at him. ) —— Hell yes.

( with a matching grin, he tugs her towards the stairs. as he leads her up, he stop, seeing something move out of the corner of his eye. clenching her hand, he turns back to face the door. there’s nothing there, but it does creak shut. did they leave it open? most likely. he turns back to renee, pushing it from his mind. ) Come on. Scared sex awaits!

( the entire way up the stairs, she's mesmerized, eyes darting around to take in every piece of art on the walls, and all of the antique furniture and decorations still littering the house. she doesn't notice the noise, but she does feel gabe's grip tightening, though she opts to ignore it, instead wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him in for another kiss. ) Well how could I possibly say no to that?

You’re hilarious, truly. ( she sticks her tongue out at him, looking around. ) I know you do.

I’m the funniest person I know, really. Wanna go upstairs?

( she grins at him. ) ------ Hell yes.

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