“I’m going with you wherever you’re going,” I answer him.
He runs a hand down his face before exhaling loudly.
“You can’t,” he finally tells me. I was testing his patience, but I didn’t care. I don’t care what happens after today. I was going to tell him everything I had to. And this time, I was doing it for myself. Not for him or anyone else. For me.
“I need to talk to you,” I insist.
“Clarissa, we’ve already said everything we needed to. What else do you have to say?” he asks. “You saw what happened when everyone returned from the dinner. We almost got caught, and we had to hide. If being together means that we must hide from everyone else, how can it be the right thing to do?”
“Why are you like this?” I whisper, unable to hide the pain from my voice. “You claim to care about me, but you don’t. If you did, you wouldn’t put me through all this pain. You love to hurt me; that’s what makes you happy. Hurting me brings you joy.”
I know my words this time have managed to anger him.
“How can you say that?” he growls. “Everything that I do is for you. Every fucking thing. I never think about anyone else as much as I think about you. Every day of my life, I’m thinking of ways to keep you safe. How can you tell me that I enjoy hurting you?”
“You’re lying!” I hiss. “This is all just some sick game to you, Damon. You don’t care about me. Stop fooling yourself.”
His jaw clenches, and he starts the jeep before I can say anything else.
“What are you doing?” I demand.
He leans over me and puts my seatbelt on. I try not to inhale his scent like I usually love doing.
He says nothing as he leans back and mashes down on the accelerator.
“Where the hell are you going?” I demand. “Are you taking me to see where you plan on taking Anya on your honeymoon?”
I was being sarcastic, but it was only making him angrier.
He’s not the only one; I was fuming inside. There were so many emotions that I wanted to get out of my system.
“Are we running away?” I try again.
His hands tighten on the steering wheel, and he pulls the jeep onto a lonely dirt road. He doesn’t stop until he’s far away from the main road.
“Tell me,” he says as the jeep comes to a stop. “Tell me everything that you want to. Get it all out. Every single emotion, every single thought, everything that’s hurting you, tell me it all right now.”
“What?” I ask, confused. He didn’t want to hear me a minute ago; what had changed his mind?
“I’m a horrible a**hole who doesn’t care about you, am I not?” he asks me. “So say it. Tell me everything. Hate me all you want. I’m marrying someone else. I’m hurting you. I’m taking your happiness away. I’m a heartless fool whose only aim is to hurt you, and I want you to tell me that.”
I narrow my eyes. What was this? A chance for me to get all of my emotions out so that he could marry Anya without any guilt?
“I can’t believe you,” I shout. “You’re right. You are a heartless a**hole. You fooled me. You made me fall in love with your kind words and actions. All this time, you knew there was never any chance for us. You used me. You used me to fill your ego, and now you’re disposing of me just like Anya disposed of Dante like he was nothing. You’re no different from her. The two of you deserve each other!”
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Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn
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