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.

bottom lip trembles as she whispers,

I wasn’t aware I was holding

anyone to see those marks on her. I grabbed

hoodie off my body and throw it over hers. I don’t bother waiting for her to say anything as I storm out of 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

something happen? Did someone from

hard, and I can’t stop myself as I angrily punch the

the f**k

father shout at the

and stops me

single full moon? And this

hard on you, like

and close my

f**k this.

have to

go after her last

wanted to protect from myself. Why the f**k did I go to

hurt?” Alaric asks with concern in his

worry clear as

mother asks. “Was it

It wasn’t her, but that doesn’t

Alaric demands. “Who