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.

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

breath hitches when he notices it. I stayed completely still as he slowly wiped

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.

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

Anya shouts from a

can’t hide the disappointment from him that we’d just been interrupted by her yet

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

the jacket over my

always find you two together?”

for us to answer as

two of us before finally listening to her. How long will I have to deal with Anya and her disturbing behavior? Why couldn’t she give up

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

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

needed near the jeep, I finally took a long walk until I stopped by one of the pools. It was the longest one in the mansion, and it was

blue, red, and even green. I sighed as I watched it quietly. I wish it had the power

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

to walk away when I spot a shadow

in front of me, “what are you doing

out of here earlier? I looked behind her, searching for him, but he was nowhere

the hell do you think you’re

“Excuse me?”

good for you, you’ll stay away from him.

delusional or just plain stupid?” I demand. “Just because Atticus lost his memory

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

crazy if she thinks he’s

in class today that he can’t get me out of his mind?” I ask, repeating his words to me, “or

smile 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

rushes forward and grabs my arm roughly in her

your hands off me,” I

the power I had within me. She knows it. She knew how much I was terrified of it. How could she

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

that there was a spell or something that I could do to pull myself out. No matter how hard I tried, nothing came to me. I was

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

I opened my eyes and saw a figure swimming towards me. My

me by my waist and pulled me upwards with

knew who it was without having to see his face. Just his arms around me alone was all

Atticus.

My heart swelled with joy

gasping for air while trying to

running his hand down

with him and sat me on his

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

rage. She had no right to throw me into the pool, knowing that deep waters terrified

“I swear it was a mistake. I tripped and pushed you; I didn’t intentionally try to hurt you. I

while he stares

my body away from his and stand on my two feet despite my wobbly legs. It would not stop me from doing what I had to do

He says in a hesitant

of letting her get away with hurting me. Since the start of my friendship with her, I’ve always let her win. I’ve always