The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 295 ~CARTER~

The one thing I was most terrified about took place last night. I broke free, and I went straight for Scarlett. I can’t tell if she’s lying or telling me the truth. I don’t know if I did the worst thing possible to her or did not hurt her.

I press both thumbs on her cheeks and stare deeply into her confused eyes, “Are you telling the truth, Scarlett?”

Her lips parted slightly, and f**k me; I wanted to kiss her without caring about who would see.

“I am,” she whispers. “You didn’t do anything I didn’t want you to do.”

I take a deep breath and let go of her.

“What’s going on, Carter?” She demands. “Why are you so worried that you did something to me?”

I run a hand down my face. I had to get out of here. I touched her last night. My marks were on her body. I knew Scarlett through Clara, and I f*****g know she’s never been touched by a man until yesterday. I was the one who did those things to her last night, and I couldn’t remember one f*****g thing.

My filthy hands had touched her.

I felt sick. I felt like burning my f*****g hands.

I don’t remember kissing her, nibbling on her skin, or leaving those marks. I don’t know a single thing, and it was eating me up inside.

I was searching my mind, begging it to remember something, anything, just like all those other nights I woke up after a full moon with no memory of what I’d done. This time, it meant much more; I needed to know what the f**k I did.

I grab her waist and pull her towards me. “Promise me,” I whisper. “Promise me that I didn’t hurt you last night. Promise me, please.”

Her eyes are wide, and she looks terrified as she stares at me.

I whisper.

lip trembles as she

let go of a breath I wasn’t aware I

and look around us. Luckily, there wasn’t anyone out here paying attention to us. I didn’t need anyone to see those marks on

the parking lot. I ran onto the field and made a run for it. I don’t know how long I stay running, but I don’t even bother staying for practice. Instead, I head straight for my truck and leave the

stop the vehicle until I return home. My parents looked

already?” He asks me. “Did something happen? Did someone

I can’t stop myself as I angrily punch the wall in front of

“What the f**k

and father shout at

stops me from

through this torture? How long must we be chained on every single full moon? And this time, those chains were not

hard on you, like for everyone else, but

and

f**k this.

have

did I go after her last

to protect from myself.

did you hurt?” Alaric asks with concern in his eyes. “Was it Clara? Did you go

clear as day

asks. “Was

can both relax. It wasn’t her, but that doesn’t make

Alaric demands. “Who could possibly