The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 55

Atticus looks between the two of us, and I can tell that he’s conflicted. He doesn’t know whether to be angry or sad. I can feel his emotions from over here. I can see it also. He doesn’t try to hide it from us.

Even Griffin looked uncomfortable that he’d just seen us hugging. He doesn’t know that Griffin was only comforting me because of him.

“What are you doing with Autumn out here alone?” He asks Griffin, not saying a word to me.

Griffin shrugs his shoulders as he grins, “what do I usually do when I’m alone with a girl?”

I glare at Griffin, and he winks at me. Why does he think angering Atticus would help us in this situation? The last thing I wanted him to feel was that I had something going on with his brother. Wouldn’t that push him further away from me?

“It isn’t what you think—” I began to move towards him, but Griffin grabbed my arm and stopped me from going forward.

I look back at him, surprised, and I know he’s trying to tell me to play along with his plan. I didn’t know whether or not I wanted to anymore. How was he so sure that this would work?

Atticus approaches us, and I slowly lift my head to stare into his eyes. His gaze is hard and cold as he reaches forward and takes Griffin’s hand off my arm.

“She doesn’t want to be here.” He tells him. “This is Anya’s friend. Find someone else to play with. She’s not available.”

My jaw drops at his words to his brother. Find someone else to play with? What did he think I was? A game?

Griffin grinned, showing his white teeth as he waved goodbye to us. Now it was just Atticus and me, all alone, standing near his totaled jeep.

I run a hand up and down my shoulder, and he doesn’t miss it.

“Are you cold?” He whispers.

My heart skips a beat at the tone he’s using with me. Almost like he’s scared I’ll break any second now.

“A little.”

He surprises me when he removes his jacket and puts it over my shoulders.

My heart is racing now, and there is nothing I can do to stop it. I can’t control any part of my body when he’s standing this close to me.

“I hate looking at it,” I mumble before I can stop myself.

“You hate looking at what?” He asks, confused.

I motion to the jeep next to us, “I hate looking at it.” I repeat.

He follows my gaze, and his body turns to stone. His jaw clenches, “I hate looking at it too.”

“I wish I was there. I wish I were able to stop it. I wish I could have been in the hospital with you.”

I can’t seem to stop my mouth from blabbering. Someone needs to stop me before I say something I shouldn’t.

He inhales sharply before moving closer to me until we’re inches apart. His finger lifts my chin gently, “why does it bother you so much that you couldn’t be there?”

My lips part slowly, and I don’t know how to respond without giving too much away. I’m just happy that he’s this close to me. The only thing that keeps me going is having moments like this with him. Without anyone else interrupting us. Especially Anya. She was the main person I was concerned about separating the both of us.

“The bigger question is, why the f**k does it bother me even more?” He demands.

any better than I already did. I could feel the tears

notices it. I stayed completely still as he

true, then just tell me the damn truth. Everyone seems to think that I’m going

it. I couldn’t do this. I would never be able to live with myself if I said something and it caused him more harm

Anya shouts from a

disappointment from him that we’d just been interrupted by

must have been looking for him when she realized he wasn’t inside. I’m sure she freaked out when she realized I

glued to the jacket over my

find you two

answer as she

finally listening to her. How long will I have to deal with Anya and her disturbing behavior? Why couldn’t she give up by now? Why couldn’t she let

buttons, the wrong side of me would rise. I didn’t want things to get to that point. I knew how dangerous my power could get when it was out of control. I didn’t want that

the drama. I stayed back by the jeep, spending more time wishing I’d been there to

I stopped by one of the pools. It was the longest one

it quietly. I wish it had the

me wants to get in and let the water swallow me. Another part of me was too terrified

to walk away when I spot a

standing right in front of

I looked behind her, searching for him, but

you think

“Excuse me?”

now.” She warns. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll stay away from him. It’s my

over my chest, “are you delusional or just plain stupid?” I demand. “Just because Atticus lost his memory doesn’t mean I’m not married to him anymore. I’m still his wife. I’m still the one he

wants. In the past, he would choose to listen to you, but that’s not the case anymore, I’m the one he listens to, and I’m the one he wants to spend the rest of his life with. I hate to burst your bubble, but he wants me again. My Atticus is back. Yours is

my anger. She’s crazy if she thinks he’s gone. He’s still there, waiting for me; he

his mind?” I ask, repeating his words to me,

when my words hit her exactly where I wanted them to. I could practically see the smoke coming out of her ear. Why was she trying to hurt me if she couldn’t handle it when I

she rushes forward and grabs my arm roughly

hands off me,” I

after knowing the power I had within me. She knows it. She knew how much

actions only made it worse. I felt like I was going deeper into the pool. I opened my mouth to gasp for air and swallowed water instead. My eyes were burning, and the blood pounded in my ear as I tried to cry for help, even

eyes, trying to find the power inside of me, hoping that there was a spell or something that I could do to pull myself out. No matter how hard I

that Anya would just stand there and watch me drown. It dawns on me that she was indeed trying to kill me. This couldn’t be a simple game

saw a figure swimming towards me. My body

it, two arms grabbed me by

without having to see his face. Just his arms around me alone was all I needed

Atticus.

me. My heart swelled with joy despite the

I’m gasping for air while trying to stay

me while running his hand down my back. “You’re

me out of the pool with him and sat me on his lap as he continued to soothe me

terrified of almost killed me. It was one of the scariest moments of my life. Atticus wraps his arms around me and pulls me closer to him. When I open my eyes again, the first person I see is Anya. She was watching everything, pretending that she hadn’t caused this

to uncontrollable rage. She had no right to throw me into the

me. “I swear it was a mistake. I tripped and pushed you; I didn’t intentionally try to hurt you. I hope you can forgive me. I begged Atticus

while he stares down at me, but

and stand on my two feet despite my wobbly legs. It would

says in a

with hurting me. Since the