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 could feel the tears returning, and I couldn’t stop them

completely still as

tell me. What am I missing here? What don’t you want me 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

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

Anya shouts

hide the disappointment from him that

when she realized he wasn’t inside. I’m sure she freaked out

the jacket over my shoulders. His

always find you two together?” She

to answer as she says,

and her disturbing behavior? Why couldn’t she

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 I was even more terrified of the people

wanted some time away from all of the drama. I stayed back by the jeep, spending more time wishing I’d

I 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

I sighed as I watched it quietly. I wish

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

when I spot a shadow

standing right in front of me, “what are you doing here?” I

earlier? I looked behind

think you’re doing?” She demands

“Excuse me?”

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

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 belongs

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

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

his mind?” I ask, repeating his words to me, “or do you have a

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

to prepare as she rushes forward and grabs my arm

hands off

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

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

to find the power inside of me, hoping that there was a spell or something that I could

there and watch me drown. It dawns on me that she was

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

I knew it, two arms grabbed me by my

face. Just

Atticus.

to save me. My heart swelled with joy despite the

arms around him and held on for my life. I’m gasping for air while trying to stay calm, and it’s all

to soothe me while running his hand down my back. “You’re safe now. I’m

of the pool with him and sat me on

of my life. Atticus wraps his arms around me and pulls me closer to

of me shift to uncontrollable rage. She had no right to throw me into

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

and I’m not sure what he sees while he stares down

and stand on my two feet despite my

says in a

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