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.

feel any better than I already did. I could feel the tears returning, and

he notices it. I stayed completely still as he slowly wiped my tears with his

to know? Why is everyone so desperate to hide the truth from me? How bad could it possibly be? You’re crying because you couldn’t be there in the hospital with me, aren’t you? If that’s true, then just tell me the damn truth. Everyone seems to think that I’m going to break when I find out what happened that day, but they seem to be forgetting that I’m a grown man. I know how to handle pain. I know how to handle anything that life throws at me. I

I couldn’t do this. I would never be able to live with myself

shouts from

him that we’d just been interrupted by her yet

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

my shoulders. His jacket that he placed on

always find you two

doesn’t wait for us to answer

to deal with Anya and her disturbing behavior? Why couldn’t she give up by now? Why couldn’t she let me be with

Anya was proving just how much lower she could stoop to get her way. I didn’t know how long I could continue pretending that I could stand her. If she kept on pushing my 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 to ever happen around Atticus. I didn’t want him to see me that way. I was scared of what he would think, and

bother walking after them. I was tired. I wanted some time away from all of the drama. I stayed back by the jeep, spending more time wishing I’d been there to stop the accident from

more time than I needed near the jeep, I finally took a long walk until I stopped by one of the pools. It was the longest one

it quietly. I

in and let the water swallow me. Another part of me was too terrified even to touch it. This wasn’t just the

to walk away when I spot a shadow

find Anya standing right in front of me, “what are

earlier? I looked behind her, searching for him, but he was nowhere to

think you’re

“Excuse me?”

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

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

and it was hard to control my anger. She’s crazy if she thinks he’s gone. He’s still there, waiting for

me in class today that he can’t get me out of his mind?” I ask, repeating his words to me, “or do you have a better explanation for

words hit her exactly where I wanted them to. I could practically see the smoke coming out of her

don’t have time to prepare as she rushes forward and grabs my arm roughly

hands off me,”

me into the pool, and my life flashes before my eyes. My fear of water hasn’t stopped even now after knowing the power I had within me. She knows it. She knew

with my arms and legs, fighting to get out, but if anything, my 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

my 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

watch me drown. It dawns on me that she was indeed trying to kill me. This couldn’t be a

I heard something above me. I opened my eyes and saw a figure

me by my waist and pulled me upwards with

was without having to see his face. Just

Atticus.

me. My heart swelled with joy despite the current situation

him and held on for my life. I’m gasping for air while trying to stay calm, and

me while running his hand down

and sat me on his lap as he continued to soothe me in whatever way

me. It was one of the scariest moments of my life. Atticus wraps his arms around me and

feel the anger inside of me shift to uncontrollable rage. She had no right to throw me into the pool, knowing that deep

pushed you; I didn’t intentionally try to hurt you.

sure what he sees while he stares down at me, but his entire body turns to stone

and stand on my two feet despite my wobbly legs. It would not stop

says in a

My main focus is on Anya. I’m determined to make her pay for what she did to me. I was tired of letting her get away with hurting me. Since the start of my friendship with her,