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. “Promise

lip trembles as she

go of a breath I wasn’t aware I was

didn’t need anyone to see those marks on her.

to say anything as I storm out of the parking lot. I ran onto the field and made a

vehicle until I return home. My parents looked surprised to see me back so early. So

He asks me. “Did something happen? Did someone from

I can’t stop myself as I angrily punch the

the f**k

My mother and father shout at

grabs my hands and stops me from causing

go through this torture? How long must we be chained on every single full moon? And this time, those chains were not even enough to hold me! What’s going to happen if no chains can

words. “What’s going on?” He demands. “I know it’s always been hard on you, like for everyone else,

swallow and close

f**k this.

have to

did I go after her

the one woman I wanted to protect from myself.

concern in his eyes.

worry clear as day in

asks. “Was it

It wasn’t

demands. “Who could possibly make you react