The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

~SCARLETT~

Clara was sitting across from me. I couldn’t look her in the eyes. She was convinced that I was only close to Carter because of her. She was confident that her plan was working. I wanted to tell her the truth. In fact, more than once tonight, the truth almost came out. But each time I opened my mouth to say something, nothing escaped.

I was ashamed and scared. I didn’t know how to tell my sister that I did the one thing she trusted me not to do. I didn’t know how to risk our relationship.

I wasn’t sure what was happening with Carter either. I didn’t know if he was honest with me or if it was all a lie. I didn’t know if I was one of his many experiments or not.

I never thought I would turn into one of the girls I’ve always disliked.

“There’s someone at the door,” Clara tells me, breaking me out of my thoughts.

I got up from the chair and walked over to the front door. I got there just in time to hear the doorbell once more.

When I opened the door, I saw a strange guy standing there. I’ve never seen him before.

“How can I help you?” I ask. “Are you here to see Clara?”

Usually, when men came to our home, they wanted to ask my sister out on a date.

He shook his head, “I didn’t come here for Clara; I came here for you.”

It takes me a few seconds to compose myself. Did I hear him correctly? He came here for me?

I clear my throat, “why exactly would you be here for me? Do I know you from somewhere?”

He chuckles, “We go to the same academy. I’ve been noticing you for a while. I wanted to come say hello.”

I frown, “And you couldn’t say hello at the academy? You do realize that it’s weird that you came to my home when I don’t even know who you are?”

He smiles, “I know it wasn’t the smartest decision, but I wanted to talk to you when no one else was around.”

“What do you want?” I ask as I narrow my eyes.

“Go out with me.” He yells out. He seems confident that I would say yes.

I wasn’t interested in dating anyone. .. unless their first name was Carter and their last name was Prince.

“I’m sorry, I’m not interested in dating anyone right now.” I try my best to be polite. “I’m sure there’s another girl who’d love for you to ask them out.”

I attempt to close the door, but he pushes his hand out to stop me.

I frown, “Is there something else that you want?”

“I’m not taking no for an answer.” He insists.

I wasn’t worried before, but now I was slightly concerned.

What was this stranger’s intentions?

“I don’t want to cause any trouble, so please, move your hands and leave my home quietly.” I threaten him.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that until you agree to—”

He doesn’t get to finish when someone grabs him by his shirt and slams him against the wall.

I gasped, surprised to see Carter here.

What was he doing here?

He grabs the stranger by his neck, and if looks could kill, he would be dead by now. I’ve never seen Carter look this fierce before.

“She said to leave.” Carter growls.

“Is everything okay out there?” I hear Clara call from the living room.

“It is!” I lie. “I’ll be back in a few minutes!”

I didn’t want her to know that Carter was on our doorstep. I quickly shut the door.

I watch in horror as he drags the man’s body from the ground and throws him against his vehicle.

I wince at the sound it makes. That must have hurt.

“Who the hell are you?” Carter demands.

“I-I’m Alvin.” He answers him.

“Why the f**k are you here?”

The man looks between me and Carter. “I like her. I wanted to take her out on a date.”

A murderous look crosses Carter’s eyes. “She’s not f*g available.” He growls.

Wait a minute. Since when wasn’t I available? Not that I wanted to be available for that psycho, but still.

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t know that Scarlett was dating anyone.” He apologizes. “I’ll leave now.”

I opened my mouth to correct him but decided it would be best if he thought I was dating Carter.

Carter doesn’t look like he wants to let go of the man. He looks like he wants to hurt him.

“Carter,” I whisper. “He wants to leave. Let him. I don’t want to disturb Clara. She doesn’t know what’s happening out here.”

He lets out a low growl as he picks the man up from on top of his car and shoves him into it.

“Don’t ever show up here unless you want to turn in a f*g corpse.”

I watch as he starts his car and drives off without a second thought.

Suddenly, I’m reminded that it was just Carter and me here. We were standing in the middle of the road, and for the first time, I felt the nervousness that girls often felt when they were around someone they liked.

“How is the security so poor in your home?” Carter demands. “For a family of your status, it should be better than this.”

I frowned; this was not what I expected to hear him say.

We’ve never really had any problems with danger in the past; it’s why my family rarely bothered about things like that.

“Why are you here, Carter?” I demand.

He shouldn’t be in my home, not when Clara was inside and could step outside any minute now.