Chapter 147

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 147 ~DAMON~

As I walk into the family room, Atticus is already there waiting for me.

His hands are to the front of him and it looks likes he’s waiting for an opportunity to use them.

“Is there something that you want to tell me?” He asks in a strained voice. “It’s the last time I will ask you nicely, Damon.”

I pinch the bridge of my nose and try to stay calm, “I’m waiting for everyone else to join us. I’ll answer your question when they arrive.”

He looks surprised by my words. It must be a shock to him that I would ever consider spilling the truth.

“You’ve invited everyone?” He asks. “To hear this entire conversation.”

I nod, “Yes. Does that upset you, brother?”

He narrows his eyes, “I hope you’re not bluffing.”

“I have no reason to,” I tell him. “I’m ready to come clean about everything.”

His hands tighten into fists by his sides, and I know it’s only a matter of time before Atticus loses control.

I don’t blame him. For a long time, I was disgusted by my feelings. For a long time, I kept fighting it because I thought it was wrong.

Now, I knew my thoughts were what was wrong. Being with Clarissa feels better than anything else in my past. Nothing feels better than having her in my arms.

I was wrong for denying it and causing her so much pain in the past. Now I just had to convince my family the same.

I knew it wouldn’t be that easy. It took me forever to accept it; I assume it would be more challenging for them. This news was about to change everything between us.

However, I couldn’t keep hiding the truth. It was time that everyone knew.

We stopped talking the moment we heard footsteps. My parents were the first to enter, followed by my grandfather.

“What’s going on, Damon?” My father demands. “What was so urgent that you needed all of us in one room?”

“Does it have something to do with Dante?” My mother asks. “Did you find out where he’s been going? Did you talk to him?”

Dante walks in next with Willow next to him. I was mostly worried about Dante’s reaction. I knew everyone would have a bad reaction, but Dante would take it the hardest even if he wouldn’t show it to us.

“What about me?” Dante asks. “What’s this about?”

My mother looks at me, realizing it has nothing to do with him.

Autumn joined us next, but I knew none of this would be new to her. She already knew everything, thanks to Clarissa.

Griffin was the last person to enter.

“What’s going on?” He asks. “I was supposed to stay back for a game at the academy today. Why did you want us all here?”

Now that they were all here, standing in front of me, waiting for a response, I didn’t know how to begin. I had no clue how to explain what was happening between Clarissa and me.

“Damon?” My mother asks. “Are you okay? Did something happen? Do you need our help with something?”

“Yes, Mom.” I finally answer her. “I need your help. I need all of you to be open-minded and understand what I will soon say to you. This isn’t easy for me to tell you, but I can’t keep hiding the truth from you anymore. It’s killing me inside; I’m tired. I’d been hiding it for years, and I need to get it off my chest before it blows up in my face.”

“Just f*****g say it,” Atticus growls behind me.

“Atticus!” My mother scolds him. “Watch your language. What is all of this about? Do you know what Damon is trying to tell us?”

His jaw clenches, “I have an idea, but I’m waiting for my brother to confirm it. If it has anything to do with Clarissa, then yes. I know what he’s about to say.”

“Atticus.” Autumn tries to stop him.

It’s no use. It was coming out today. Nothing was going to stop that.

“Clarissa?” Dante asks. “What does this have to do with her?”

“Are you going to tell them, or do I need to do it for you?” Atticus asks me through gritted teeth.

“Did Clarissa get herself in more trouble?” My father asks. “How many times do we have to speak to her? Sometimes I wonder if there’s something wrong that we’re doing. She always seems so unhappy.”

Yes, she was unhappy in the past, and I was always the reason, but I don’t want it to be that way anymore.

“I assume my brother here is why Clarissa has been so moody lately.” Atticus cuts in. “Has anyone ever noticed that her life somehow always revolves around him?”

Dante shrugs, “It’s known that Damon is Clarissa’s favorite. They’ve always been close to each other and inseparable. But what does that have to do with anything?”

I couldn’t let Atticus break the news to them; I had to do it on my own.

“It’s true that Clarissa has always been attached to me. And it’s also true that I’ve always been very protective of her. At first, I thought it would go away with time. I thought I was protecting her from everything that could harm her. Soon enough, I realized that it was much more complicated than that.” I begin to explain.

Everyone looked confused; I knew they still had no clue what I was talking about.

“When Anya came into my life, it became easier for me to ignore my feelings,” I add.

“Your feelings?” My mother asks. “Ignore your feelings for who?”

She already knew it was Clarissa; she was tonight’s main topic after all.

“My feelings for Clarissa,” I answer her.

Dante takes a step towards me. “You mean your brotherly feelings for her? You were worried because you were so protective of her? Please tell me that’s what you truly mean.”

I don’t look away from his piercing gaze. There was nowhere for me to run anymore.

“I never meant to act on anything. My feelings were supposed to stay buried. However, whenever someone other than me took an interest in her, I would lose my mind. And there were times when I couldn’t choose between her and Anya. Now I realize that Anya’s spell was the reason for that. If her spell weren’t around, I would have given in to my feelings sooner. I know this isn’t what anyone in this family wants to hear, but it’s true; my feelings for Clarissa are not the ones a brother would feel for his sister.

It’s the opposite. I want her, I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life, and I’m willing to fight for her. I don’t care what happens to me in the process; as long as she wants me to, nothing will keep us apart.”