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.

that I wasn’t there. It doesn’t make me feel any better than I already did. I could feel the tears returning, and I

completely still as he slowly wiped my

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

open my mouth to tell him but quickly shut it. I couldn’t do this. I would never be able to

shouts from a

from him that

inside. I’m sure she

over my

find you

wait for us to answer as she says,

Anya and her disturbing behavior? Why couldn’t she give up by now? Why couldn’t she let me be with Atticus without

point. I knew how dangerous my power could get when it

drama. I

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 out

colors were constantly changing, sometimes blue, red, and even green. I sighed as I watched it quietly. I

the water swallow me. Another part of me was too terrified even to touch it. This

walk away when I spot a shadow

right in front of

escorting Atticus out of here earlier? I looked behind her, searching

do you think you’re doing?” She demands

“Excuse me?”

for you, you’ll stay

delusional or just plain stupid?” I demand. “Just because Atticus lost his memory doesn’t mean I’m not

I’m the one he listens to, and I’m the one he wants to spend the rest of his life with. I

if she thinks he’s gone. He’s still there, waiting for me; he needs a little reminder,

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

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 when I fought

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

hands off

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 how much I was terrified of it. How could she do something like this, knowing it

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

that I could do to

stand there and watch me drown. It dawns on me that she was indeed trying to kill me. This

my eyes and saw

it, two arms grabbed me by my waist and pulled

knew who it was without having to see his face. Just

Atticus.

with joy despite the current

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

me while running his hand down my back. “You’re safe now. I’m here, Autumn. I’m

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

Atticus wraps his arms around me and pulls me closer to him. When I open my eyes again, the first

no right to throw me into the pool, knowing

to hurt you. I hope you can forgive me. I begged Atticus to save you when I realized that I

sure what he sees while he stares down at me, but his entire

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

in a

to me. I was tired of letting her get away with hurting me. Since the start of my friendship with