The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 57

~ATTICUS~

“Where are you going?” Damon demands as I grab my key from the counter just as he’d returned from dropping Anya home.

“I need to clear my head.” I lie.

“Do you want me to come with you?” He asks. “To keep you company. I’ll be quiet, I swear.”

I shook my head, “this is something I want to do alone.”

He nods, “just know I’m one call away if you need me.”

I don’t wait for him to say anything else. I was desperate to find the truth, and since no one was willing to tell me, I had to do all the digging on my own.

There’s one place that wouldn’t be able to hide the truth. And that’s the warehouse where they kept all of the magazines.

I was sure there had to be at least one that could tell me everything I needed to know. The problem was breaking into it. No one would let me inside without causing a scene. But I knew at least one person would accept a bribe from me. That’s why I had a good amount of cash with me. Everyone is supposed to be home by now, everyone except the guards.

Once I got through to the main guard, everything else would be more accessible.

I mashed down hard on the accelerator when I felt a painful memory of the day of the accident. I mashed the brakes and pulled to the side of the road before I could lose control of the vehicle.

What the hell was that? I tried to replay the five seconds of memory over and over again.

I was racing after a vehicle on that day. I clutched my chest at the pain I felt at the reminder. It wasn’t anything significant, but it was enough to make me wonder what the hell had genuinely happened on that day. Why was I racing after a vehicle? No one mentioned that to me, but they hadn’t mentioned anything at all about that day.

Autumn had asked me once if the accident traumatized me, and my answer was no. Now, I wasn’t sure that was the correct answer. It was the first time I’d chosen to drive this fast since the accident, and I wasn’t expecting to have this kind of reaction.

It meant that I was speeding that day the crash took place. Even if I was speeding, I always thought I was a good driver. I should have been able to stop the vehicle. Nothing about that day made sense to me. Something had to have caused the accident. But what was it?

I pulled back onto the road; I couldn’t let this stop me from finding the truth. It’s not like I could ask anyone for help; no one would do it.

I chose to drive slower; I hoped that would help with the unsettling feeling in my chest.

it should

the building and found

written permission to be here?” One

plenty of cash to give to you if you let me through and keep

other skeptically, and I pulled the

what do we do about

that to

and his family had provided me with gadgets to shut off cameras within a certain distance. I’d brought

looking for. Luckily, the keys had been left with the guards. No one would know anything

discouraged by the thousands of magazines they

take me forever

boxes for dates, but they weren’t labeled. How

Ah, f**k.

all to the ground, but I knew that would only make things much

with the box closest to me. How would I know which of these articles included stories about me? And how would I know which of them included the information that I was searching

only checked the front page of

reports about me. The second one had, but

hoping to find at least one thing that would be helpful to me,

hands. Where could it be? Did they

initially thought to keep the truth from me. They must have thought about all of this. The fact that no one in school mentioned it to me meant that they forced everyone to keep their mouth shut. I knew how my parents acted when they were desperate

to do was tell me the f*****g truth. I couldn’t even be

from the storage room and into the main office. I wasn’t about to give up. I

opened one drawer after the next, but there wasn’t anything

think about doing, and that was accessing their work on the

that could help me with that were the Blackners, and they weren’t here. I didn’t have time to call them for help either. I wasn’t sure if they would’ve helped me either. There’s no telling how many people my parents have bribed

walk out of the room with plenty on my mind. I wasn’t successful

dumping grounds. It’s where they kept the magazines they had no use

any luck inside there?

barged my way into the room, and I instantly felt discouraged. Everything had been shredded.

the missing pieces. When I’d finally gotten the front page back in one piece again, I

trying to save his

drains from my face as the realization hits me over what I’ve