The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 94

Book 2 Chapter 17

I bit my lip, and he surprised me when he pulled my bottom lip from under my teeth with his fingers,

“don’t do that in front of me.”

Couldn’t I bite my lip in front of him anymore? It didn’t bother him in the past. Why did it bother him

now? He’s confusing me with his words and actions. I have no idea what it means anymore.

“So maybe I did get a small tattoo,” I mumble. “I don’t see why it’s such a big deal to you.”

I didn’t want to lie to him anymore. But at the same time, I was unwilling to tell him I’d gotten a tattoo of

his name.

He swallows, “I thought we told each other everything.”

“Why are you so upset about this?” I ask him. “Why does it bother you?”

I was not going to let this go. I wanted an answer to my question.

I watch the frustration on his face as he tries to come to terms with what I’ve done.

“Because all of the things that you do, no matter how small they are, it always affect me.” He finally

answers me.

My lips part at his confession. I couldn’t believe he’d just admitted that to me. Was it true? Did

everything I do really affect him so badly?

“How does it affect you?” I whisper as I search his eyes. How does a tattoo affect him? It’s on my body,

not his. Unless he already knew that the tattoo had his name on it. I quickly dispose of that thought. He

doesn’t know. I’ll know when he does.

He takes a deep breath, “I love your skin just the way it is. You didn’t need to get a tattoo. It was

already beautiful.”

I sighed; I had to explain to him that I didn’t get it just for the sake of getting one.

“That tattoo holds sentimental value to me,” I explain. “I didn’t get it because I wanted to see what it

would look like. I got it because it actually means something to me. I got it because it helped me be

closer to someone I know I’ll never get the chance to be that close with.”

His eyes narrow, “you got it because of someone?”

I pause and immediately realize my mistake.

I bite my lip; I’d said too much. I kept making the same mistakes over and over again. What would he

think of me if he assumed that I’d gotten the tattoo for some random guy that he’d never heard about

before?

“Forget I said anything,” I tell him. There was no way I would show him whose name was on my a*s. I

knew I would cause more damage than good if I let him believe it was for a guy, but I had to do it.

I knew that one day soon when I thought it was the right time, I wouldn’t hesitate to show him. For now,

I’ll let him believe what he wants to.

He suddenly laughs, and it surprises me. What was so funny? It didn’t seem like a genuine laugh, more

like a sarcastic one.

I watch as he runs a hand through his hair and steps back from me.

“Clearly, I don’t know you as well as I thought I did.” He whispers more to himself than me.

“Damon!” I try to stop him. I’d somehow hurt him with my words.

“It’s okay, Clarissa.” He stops me. “I’m not upset with you. Never with you. I wasn’t upset with you

earlier either; I lied.”

I watch as he walks out of the room and closes my door behind him. He doesn’t even wait for me to

respond. He may not be upset with me, but he did seem to be hurt. I stood completely still for at least

ten minutes, thinking of how to make this better. My relationship with Damon has never been this

strained before. My desperation to get him to see me how I saw him was beginning to create problems

between us.

I had to make things right.

After showering and finally changing from the bikini into jeans and a top, I decided it was time to leave

my room for at least an hour. If I kept locking myself inside here, my family would know that something

was wrong. I didn’t want them to start showing interest in my life and the crazy things I’ve been up to

lately.

Besides, I wanted to speak with Damon again. I didn’t like where our last conversation had ended.

Everyone was having dinner when I got downstairs.

“Finally, Clarissa,” Atticus says as he spots me. “I’ve heard you had a very exciting day today. It’s good

you came down for dinner after locking yourself in the room for so long.”

Did he hear everything? Did he find out that I kissed Damon while playing a game?

I don’t think he did; his reaction would have been worse than this.

“I’ll rather not talk about today,” Griffin says; he was still traumatized from seeing me kiss Damon.

“That’s a good idea,” Autumn says with a f****d smile. “Let’s not talk about today.”

Atticus quirks a brow at her, and I can tell he wasn’t finished speaking to her about today. He may be

quiet now, but they would have more to talk about later.

Damon walks into the room and sees me. His eyes lingered on me for a second before he took the seat

furthest away from me. It hurt. Damon always sits next to me at the dining table.

“Did you two get into some kind of a fight?” Atticus asks. He was the first to notice what Damon had

just done.

“No.” Damon answers him before I can say anything.

I force a smile on my face, “of course not.”

Griffin quirks a brow as he looks between the two of us. I know he’s wondering if the kiss had pushed

us further apart.

“What exactly happened today?” Dante asks as he looks at the four of us.

“Nothing for us to speak about,” Autumn says. “Let’s just have a nice dinner.”

Grandfather walks in just then. It was good to see him after he’d left us for a while.

“Why do you kids look so unhappy?” He asks. “Especially you, my Clarissa.”

He, as well as my adoptive grandmother, were always very loving toward me. They took care of me like

I was their biological grandchild.

I take a bite of the fried chicken in front of me and chew quickly. I couldn’t hide my nervousness. I was

scared that everyone would find out what I did today.

“Damon and she seems to be fighting. And from the looks of it, this fight might be a serious one.” He

informs him.

Grandfather sighs and takes Damon’s spot next to me.

“Fights are normal between siblings. They will get over this.” He says.

I almost choke on my food after hearing him call us siblings. Every time someone referred to us as that,

I felt sick to my stomach. Did Damon ever feel the same way I did, or was he more upset that I had

crossed a line today?

The rest of the dinner passes very quietly. No one says a word after that. Everyone except grandfather.

He kept talking about the past and how different things were when our grandmother was around. He

loved talking about her, and we loved listening to his stories.

Damon doesn’t even finish his dinner when he gets up and leaves without saying a word to anyone. I

bite my lip and slowly let go of it as I remember what he said earlier.

I wanted to follow him, but not when everyone stared at me, waiting for my reaction. I force a smile one

more time and wait at least five minutes before I excuse myself.

I went to his room, but to my disappointment, he wasn’t there. I ran back down the stairs and walked

outside. His jeep was still in the garage. Where was he?

“Do you know where Damon went?” I ask one of the guards.

He nods, “he went for a run, miss.”

I thanked him and ran out of the gates, searching the roadside for him. He wasn’t there either. He must

have gone into the forest.

I needed to speak to him. I had to see Damon.

I knew they didn’t like me going into the forest without someone with me, but I wasn’t technically alone

if Damon was ahead of me.

I didn’t waste a second thought as I followed his scent.

He couldn’t have gotten far. I kept running for a few minutes before finally stopping when I saw three

vampires in front of me.

“What is a pretty girl like you doing in the woods alone?” One of them asks.

“I’m looking for someone,” I answer them.

“I assume we’re the ones you’re looking for.” Another one comments.

I press my lips tightly together and glare at him. “I don’t want any trouble. It was nice talking to you, but

I have somewhere that I need to be right now.”

I make an attempt to go around them, but one of them grabs my shoulder.

I sigh, “are you going to make this difficult? My family is not far from here. Maybe you’ve heard of them.

The Fawns. If you’re smart, you’ll step away from me, and no one will get hurt.”

“The Fawns?” They laugh. “If you were one of them, you wouldn’t be out in these dangerous woods by

yourself.”

“I’m Clarissa Fawn.” I introduce myself.

One of the vampires takes a few steps closer to me, “you mean the adopted girl? No wonder you’re out

here by yourself. They don’t actually care about you. You’re not their real child.”

I don’t even flinch at his words because I know it’s not true.

“Can you let me go?” I demand from the vampire, that still has his hand on my shoulder.

“I will.” He answers me. “Right after, we have a little fun together.”

I felt my nails grow sharper, and before he has time to prepare, I scratch his face, making sure to get a

good piece of his eye.

He screams from the pain, and I use that opportunity to grab him by his neck and squeeze hard.

The other vampires move swiftly around me. One grabs my hair, and the other bites down on my

shoulder. I scream as I felt his teeth pierce my skin.

A piercing howl covered my scream, and before I knew it, Damon’s wolf was on top of us. It takes him

seconds, f*****g seconds to kill the vampires in front of me.

I’m left with a lot of blood on my body and a bite wound on my shoulder.

I’m suddenly hit with a feeling of dizziness. Damon catches me; I hadn’t even realized he’d shifted back

to his human form.

“He poisoned you,” Damon growls as he examines my shoulder.

“Clarissa?” He calls my name, and I can hear the panic in his voice.

I try my best not to cry in front of him. I didn’t want him to know how much it hurt. But it did. It was the

first time I’d been bitten by a vampire, and it was just as horrible as everyone had described to me.

“I’m going to have to suck the poison out of your body Clarissa.” He tells me gently as he cradles me in

his arms.

I gasped when his lips touched my skin without warning. I tried to grab his hair with one hand as he

continued to suck the poison out of my body. He stops and spits it onto the ground. I try to stay awake.

It wasn’t good to fall unconscious after a vampire poisoned you.

Besides, I know this was the wrong time to have my inappropriate thoughts, but I loved the feeling of

Damon’s mouth on my body. I wanted to be awake to remember this.

“I’m happy I got bitten by the vampire,” I whisper through the pain.

Damon paused for a second on my shoulder but soon continued removing as much of the poison as he

could.

I turned my face slightly to the side of me so I could look at him while he was saving me yet again.

He’s saved me so many ways, and he doesn’t even realize it yet.

He stops, and I can’t hide the disappointment that I feel.

“We need to get you home. A doctor needs to see you and ensure the poison is out.” He informs me.

“No.” I stop him. “I don’t want to leave. I want to stay here with you.”

He gazes down at me in his arms, and it’s only then that I realize he’s completely n***d beneath me. If I

weren’t still so dizzy from the vampire’s bite, I would have been losing my mind all now.

“Clarissa.” He says in the calmest way possible. “I can’t stay here with you and not have a doctor take

a look at you. You can barely open your eyes.”

I fought against the pain in my body and f****d myself to shift slightly to wrap my arms around his neck.

My face is pressed against his chest as I listen to the pounding of his heart.