The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

Chapter 101

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 101

Book 2 Chapter 24

~CLARISSA~

After a long day at the academy with me trying my best to avoid Damon, I was finally home. He did try multiple times to speak to me, but each time I found a way to dismiss him. He wasn’t happy about it; I could easily tell. I knew him well. I knew when he was frustrated, and this time I was the one causing his frustration.

This was only the beginning. Autumn was the one that suggested I avoid him for some time. It was working. I’ve never seen him this desperate to talk to me.

What did he expect after the announcement he made last night? Did he think I would happily congratulate him and Anya? Was he that clueless? Or was he playing stupid about the entire thing to avoid any conversation?

Again, I chose to return home with Autumn and Atticus.

I knew it was also upsetting Damon, and that was the point of it.

I also didn’t want to be around Anya.

Just as I opened the door to my room, someone grabbed my waist and pulled me inside. I gasped when Damon covered my mouth with his hand. Our eyes met, and we were both staring at each other silently.

I can feel the tension in the room. I know he feels it, also.

“Please let me say something.” He whispers. “I need to apologize. I need you to forgive me, Clarissa. I can’t go on like this. I can’t rest when I know you’re hurting. I can’t eat. I can’t f*****g sleep. I can’t focus on anything but the pain you’re feeling because of me.”

Don’t skip a beat. Don’t you dare let his words soften you. I’m speaking to my heart, trying to convince the weak thing to behave.

He slowly moves his hand from my mouth. He doesn’t realize now that the only thing he can do to make things better is to call off the wedding.

“How long were you waiting in my room?” I ask him, looking around for anything I don’t want him to see. I have these crazy moments where I write his name on anything that I can get my hands on.

“Is that important?” He asks.

“It depends. Were you looking through any of my stuff?” I demand.

His forehead creases, “of course not. I was waiting for you. You left me no choice. You’ve been avoiding me since last night. I keep trying to talk to you, but you’re not giving me a chance to explain myself.”

“There’s nothing you can say to fix this, Damon.” I snap. “Can’t you see that? You made this decision on your own; you made your choice.”

“What choice?” He asks desperately. “What choices do I have, Clarissa?”

I sigh, “please leave.”

eyes widen. “I want

even look at you right now, Damon!” I cry. “I can’t look at you without wanting

on his face. He slowly steps

usually do everything in my power to spend as much time with Damon as possible. This is the first time I’m

in my room for hours after that incident until I finally

don’t you spend more time with your

smiles not only with his mouth but also with

is turned to me,

I try to catch

my eyes

A dream.

It was a dream.

Just a dream.

of my

anything about my parents or siblings, if I even had any. When the Fawns adopted me, I was a troubled girl with no memory of my childhood. My only memories were growing up in a home with other children just like me. I never understood why the Fawns chose me; Damon’s grandparents were

my eyes.

myself as I climb out of my bed; I know where I’m going even before I open my room door. I keep walking until I see the door I

him to be. His eyes are wide when he spots me. Even he didn’t think I’ll be here tonight, not after all of the things I’d said

was still in pain. But I needed him tonight.

bed. I’m

me. I don’t stop

bed so that he is now

“Wh—”

his lap and wrapped my arms tightly around his neck. I buried my face against his neck and let the tears fall freely from my eyes. I don’t know why I’m crying. I don’t know

that I need Damon tonight. I needed him like

as he buries his hand in my

hits his neck, he

when I cried and never liked Damon seeing that side of me. But tonight, I can’t help

tighten my

my marriage announcement?” He

after what he did. But it still bothers me. I

me. I can’t help you

hands move from my hair to my waist, and I can’t help but shiver despite my pain. I still

don’t let go of me,”

hitched at my words. He may think I’m speaking only about tonight, but I meant for the rest of our lives. I never want him to let go of me.

whispers. “I’m not letting go. You can stay here as long as you like. I’m going

words I

did for me. They felt like everything to me. He was always there for me, even if we weren’t on the best terms. He never

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