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.

already did. I

completely still as

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 can take it. Whatever it is, it’s not going to do

to tell him but quickly shut it. I couldn’t do this. I would never be able to live with

shouts

can’t hide the disappointment from him that we’d just

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

glued to the jacket over my shoulders. His jacket that he placed

always find you two together?”

for us to answer as she says, “Atticus,

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 me be with Atticus without interfering

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.

time away from all of the drama. I stayed back by the jeep, spending more time wishing I’d been there to stop

by one of the pools. It was

constantly changing, sometimes blue, red, and even green. I sighed as I watched it quietly. I wish it had the power to light up my life just as brightly

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

swallow, ready to walk away when I spot a

standing right in front of me, “what

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

you think

“Excuse me?”

you know what’s good for you, you’ll stay away from him. It’s my final

I demand. “Just because Atticus lost his memory doesn’t mean I’m not married to him

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

and it was hard to control my anger. She’s crazy if she thinks he’s gone. He’s

his mind?” I ask, repeating his

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

rushes forward and grabs my arm roughly

your hands off

now after knowing the power I had within me. She knows it. She knew how much I was terrified of it. How could she do something like this, knowing it

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 cry for help, even though I knew that no one would be able to hear

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.

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

my eyes and saw a figure swimming towards

it, two arms grabbed me by my waist and pulled me upwards

his face. Just his arms around me alone

Atticus.

swelled with joy despite the current

for air while trying to stay calm, and it’s all happening while he’s still

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

me on his lap as

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

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

pushed you; I didn’t intentionally try to hurt you. I hope you can forgive me. I begged Atticus to save you when I realized that I wouldn’t be able to

he stares

on my two feet despite my wobbly legs. It would not stop me from doing what I

in a

him. 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, I’ve always let her win. I’ve always stood back and let her hurt me however she pleases. This time was different. This time I was ready