The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

Chapter 53

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 53

~AUTUMN~

“I’m on your mind?” I ask in a soft whisper. I was no longer concerned about where we were. I needed to know more.

His eyes are still closed, but the look on his face is one of pain.

“All the time.” He confesses. “More than I would like to admit to you or anyone else.”

I can’t control myself as I lean closer into him and gently run my fingers from his temple to his cheek.

He inhales sharply and finally opens his eyes, “why do I feel like whatever everyone is hiding from me includes you? I think I’m going insane trying to figure out why I feel this way. As far as I know, we barely spoke to each other in the past, but somehow right after the accident, everything feels different between us.”

His words remind me of where we were and our complicated situation.

I remove my hand and place it between my legs to prevent myself from trying to touch him again.

I gasped when he grabbed my hand and placed it back on his cheek.

He narrows his eyes and pins me with his gaze, “things aren’t the same. I can feel it. It bothers me that no one is willing to tell me why I feel this way. Why, out of everyone, are you also the one keeping secrets from me?”

look away even if I want to. I’m locked in his gaze. Unable to move an inch. I want

because of the promise; I was scared of how

I knew Atticus well. I wouldn’t be able to control my emotions if I told him the truth, and he still chose to keep Anya

time to remind him of us before I finally broke the truth to him. I’m not only doing this for me but for him as well. He may think he’s ready to know the

an apologetic look before putting more space between us. This was exactly what I was scared about; him pushing me away because of Anya. I already went through that

class, and I

a married couple, he could still feel the connection between us. His reaction to me, as well as the questions that he’d asked, was enough to confirm this

chance to bring him back to me; I just had to do

him of what we had. It wouldn’t be easy, and I knew that Anya would keep trying to push us apart, but I wouldn’t give up. Atticus was everything to me.

She would not win this fight. I would not let her take him from me this

. . . .

~ANYA~

I was hoping that yesterday was a dream, not a dream, a nightmare. I was sure that she was gone from our lives for good after

they took her. And I was sure that they intended to kill her or keep her. Not once did I think we would see her back home without

they were, they would have gotten rid of her, and I wouldn’t have been so damn pissed right

up. There’s no telling what more trouble she

this,” I mumble as I hit a bottle to the ground. “Why is she back?” I shout as it breaks and shatters on the

my room upon hearing the noise, “what’s going

like glue. You should have seen them together in class today. He

had the upper hand. I didn’t think so anymore, not after what I saw today. I felt like everything was continuously blowing up in my

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