Chapter 48
The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 48
~ATTICUS~
“Hold me tighter,” Anya says as I wrap my arms around her. I do as she says, but something doesn’t
seem right. She’s still the same woman I fell in love with; she looks the same and acts the same, but
there was something that made me feel ufortable about the entire thing.
Ever since I recovered from the ident that I had no memory of ever happening, my feelings for Anya
felt wrong. I couldn’t tell her that without hurting her feelings. So I kept it all to myself, but it was
bothering me ever since I woke up and felt a surge of emptiness when she hugged me on the hospital
bed. I hadn’t been able to focus on anything ever that day.
Maybe the ident messed with my head and my heart. I constantly felt like I had forgotten someone
important to me. I was searching the room for someone that day, and I never found her. I thought that it
was Anya that I was looking for, but I soon realized that it wasn’t her. It was someone else, but that
didn’t make sense to me.
I considered speaking to Dante and Damon about it, but they haven’t been acting normal around me.
No one was acting normal. They treated me like they were afraid I would snap any second now.
“Atticus?” Anya whispers.
Whenever I touched her, I felt like I was betraying someone else. But who could I possibly be crossing?
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“Yes.” I finally respond even though my mind is far.
“Is everything okay?” She asks hesitantly. “You seem to be a bit distant with me recently. I feel like
something is wrong. I’m here for you if you need someone to talk to.”
I nod, “I know that you are. I’m just uneasy not knowing anything about the ident. No one wants to
talk to me about it. The articles seem fake. The only proof I have of the ident is the jeep.”
Ah, yes, my jeep. I couldn’t believe it was that badly totalled. I didn’t want a new one. I wanted to fix it.
“Everyone is being secretive only because they want to protect you, Atticus.” She assured me. “The
doctors made it clear that they didn’t want you to relive the trauma. To make that possible and keep you
safe, we all agreed to take down all the articles; only the ones that can’t remind you of the crash are
still up. Please, for my sake, don’t dig deeper into this.”
I sigh, “you know I always do what you ask me to do. If that’s truly what you want, I won’t try to find out
more about the ident.”
She smiles, “You don’t realize how hard those days were for me watching you in that hospital bed,
wondering if you would ever wake up. I’m so happy you remembered me. I’m d the crash is the only
thing that you forgot. I don’t know what I would ever do if you forgot about me and our love.”
I would usually melt whenever I saw Anya’s smile. This time, I felt nothing. I feel nothing when I touch
her, absolutely nothing except the feeling of betrayal.
I knew she didn’t want me to dig further into the ident, but I felt like it was the only way to get some
answers about why I was suddenly feeling this way. Something important had to be causing it; I was
missing some critical information.
rissa walks down the beach towards us, and she looks annoyed, just like she always does when
she sees me with Anya. The only difference I can spot is that there is a little more hatred than there
was in the past. The tension between Anya and rissa had increased.
“What are you doing here?” Anya demands from her. “This is my date night with Atticus.”
rissa snares at her, “thest time I checked, the beach was a public space. Anyone cane here
when they please.”
“Well, do you have to be next to the two of us?” Anya demands.
“I’ll leave after I ask one question,” rissa answers her.
“And what is that?” She demands.
“I haven’t seen Autumn around in a while. She’s your best friend. Do you know if she’s doing okay?”
rissa asks.
I immediately stiffened at the mention of Autumn. I’ve always felt uneasy around her, but this time when
rissa mentioned her name, I felt a stabbing pain in my chest.
It was so bad that I wanted to let go of Anya and ce a hand over my heart.
What the f**k was wrong with me all of a sudden? Why was I behaving so weirdly?
“Autumn is on vacation with her family,” Anya responds through gritted teeth. However, there was an
edge to her voice that I hadn’t heard before.
Why was she pissed that rissa had asked about Autumn?
Their behavior was extra weird today. It made me even more confused about everything happening
around me. I was sure about something; there was an important detail about the crash that my family
didn’t want me finding out. They were hiding it from me because they wanted to protect me. Whatever it
was, it had to be detrimental. They were afraid that when I found out, I would go into a state of shock.
I’m assuming from everything Anya has told me, the doctors had to have warned them to keep me
away from any news that could make me feel any worse than I already did.
“You don’t need to get so defensive.” rissa chimes happily. “Autumn is such a nice girl. Unlike you in
every way, Anya. She would have suited Atticus better.”
I rub a hand down my face. I was used to their constant bickering, but it was the first time I wasn’t
paying much attention to it. Ever since rissa had brought up Autumn, the feeling inside of me had
intensified. I felt even worse than before.
Why did just the mention of Anya’s best friend have such an effect on me?
What the hell was going on?
. . . . . . .
~AUTUMN~
My body shook with rage; I wanted to believe that those pictures and videos were all fake. I didn’t want
to consider that Atticus had moved on the second he thought that I was gone for good.
After everything we’ve been through together, why would he return to Anya the moment that I wasn’t
there?
Did my love for him mean nothing at all? Did he not care that I was missing? Did the both of them set
this entire thing up so they could be together again? So many thoughts are running in and out of my
head, one after the next.
My hands tighten into fists, and I can feel the power within me rising. The table began to shake as it
tried to control my power.
Skyler, the guy from earlier, told me his name before he left the room. I was d that he wasn’t here to
see this. I didn’t want him to know the extent of my power. I didn’t want him to see what I was capable
of doing.
If I kept this up, not even this table could hold me to this room.
The image of Anya and Atticus shed before me once more, and that was all I needed to push my
power to its full force, at least the amount of force necessary to break free from the straps.
The table begins to shake more aggressively than before, and within seconds the straps break free.
There was a mirror in front of me as I sat up, and the dangerous glow in my eyes terrified me.
I was getting out of here. And when I did, I would be paying Atticus a visit.