Innocent ✔️

Nine

"No father! But I want to! I need to! It's my life."

A loud far yell woke me up and caused me to groan. I don't want to be awake yet. What time is it anyway?

I slowly opened my eyes, digging my fingers in my hair to push it off of my face, throwing my hair back, I blinked twice, looking at the watch on the wall. It was noon. Oh god.

"Jackson! You are one of The Royals family, you can't be one of those boys who run around town and every night you are in a new bar and come home everyday drunk or beaten up because you lost a poker game."

"Are you stacking me?"

"I'm watching over you and I thought about it and found my words."

"Father, please."

I jumped out the bed and walked out the room to up the stairs of the rooms hallway. Looking down and where the voices were coming from, I saw Mister Mickelson and Jackson standing in front of each other.

"My word is said, Jackson." Mister Mickelson pointed out with his finger and walked passed Jackson, disappearing from my vision.

Jackson frowned and throw his head back annoyed of what his father told him. I didn't understand much but I just got that Mister Mickelson didn't want him to stay out all night in bars because he is one of The Royals family.

"Lunch is ready." A maid said.

"Don't want any shit from this house." Screamed Jackson, pushing the tray in her hand and made a mess out of the glass of the plates. I gasped catching his eyes to where I was standing, I knew it wasn't soundless like I thought it was.

He clenched his jawline and walked fast up the stairs. I panicked. I didn't know what to do. He saw me. He saw me standing here, eavesdropping on his conversation with his father which seemed private.

"What the fuck you think you are doing?" He angrily asked.

"I-I was just-"

"Standing here, eavesdropping on us." He continued for me even if he cut me off.

"I'm... I'm so -"

"Sorry?" He cut me again. "You are sorry but you should be. No one, and when I say no one I mean no one, should have the right to listen to any of my conversations, it's none of your god damn business and I won't even tolerate it. It's my fucking business, it concerns me not you, not anyone else but me, understand?"

I was shaking. Too many words got spit out of his angry mouth and even if I didn't understand half of them, I was shaking in place under his harsh stare. As much as my life was so hard on me, no one had never screamed at me the way he just did. No one ever talked to me with so much insults that I didn't know it existed but it sounded like it.

I didn't mean to eavesdrop on his conversation with his father because I knew it didn't concern me but they were so loud and I didn't give myself the stop before walking out of that room and watch them fight.

"I'm sorry." My voice was shaking and somehow it sounded helpless.

Under his eyes that were filled with fire and his clenched teeth that showed perfectly his jawline, I felt helpless. I somehow felt like he could hurt me whenever he wanted and I wouldn't be able to stop him, no one could.

He took one last look at my almost teared eyes and walked away from me. Hearing his boots walking away from me to somewhere I didn't want to know, made me feel like I was being chocked but the hand that were doing so finally let go of my neck and let me breath again. I took a deep breath and the first thing I did was ran to my room.