Innocent ✔️

Eleven

"Stay?"

After a long silence that caused the awkwardness between us to grow just because of my short answer of his question, I decided that it would be best if he went to sleep. I took the bottle of his hand and took his up to his room.

I accompanied him up to his room and made him lay on his bed and now he is asking me to stay with him, should I?

"I-I don't think if it's a good idea." I was just about to leave but I felt his hand catching mine, pulling me back to look back down at him.

"Stay?" He asked again.

I want to. I want to stay and help him sleep. I want to make sure he sleeps since we were here alone but I shouldn't, I knew I shouldn't. It's so wrong. What if my brother came to this side of the mansion and saw us? He is going to be mad. He is going to get in trouble because of me and it's enough for him getting in trouble all the time because of me. I don't want to stay, no.

"Please." He pressed and I could see his eyes fighting to keep themselves open to keep looking up at me. His soft hand was still holding mine in place and I didn't know if I should just say no and leave without another word or stay and risk it all. Also, he will probably wake up tomorrow and forget everything that happened today. He will probably forget all I said and did and he will probably be so confused if he saw me laying here next to him.

That's even if I'm going to sleep here next to him. I shouldn't. Even if I stayed, I shouldn't sleep next to him, on the same bed.

Miss Robertson. She will come early tomorrow to wake me up to find me in the Mister's son's bed. What will she say about me? I just arrived here and here I am ready to do anything to the Mister's son because I feel bad for him? No, she won't think like that and I don't want to think of the way she will think or the way will anyone think if they knew.

I slowly nodded down at him, I didn't know what else to do. My answer didn't just surprise him but it surprised myself. It was bizarre of me to even agree on doing such a thing because I felt bad for someone I barely know. What really helped me and encourage me was the fact that he will forget everything tomorrow morning and I will make sure to wake up before he does so. It should be okay, or at least that was what I kept telling myself.

He scooted back at the end of the bed, making me space in front of him and I hesitated if I should scroll next to him under the covers or ignore his action and go sleep on the couch at the corner of the room but he didn't give me time to think. He took my hand in his again and pulled me toward him so I slowly fell next to him on bed.

He weakly smiled at me and moved under the covers to end up letting his head fall on my chest. My heart was beating on its fast speed and he probably could hear it all but I was glad that he didn't make a funny joke out of it and for once I thanked the alcohol and smoke in his system. He took my arm and made it hug him closer from around his shoulder and he formed his own around my waist.

***

Opening my eyes to welcome the sun lights burning into it through the curtains that were covering the windows of the room, I felt my body sweating to the point that I felt my body so heavy to move.

I looked next to me to find Jackson's eyes closed and his mouth a little open to make it easier for him to breath in his deep sleep. He looked like an angel. This person that is breathing softly next to me couldn't be the same weak person of yesterday and couldn't be the same person that screamed at me before that. It's like it was three in one but he had much more inside that I was curious to know but too shy to even think about asking.

What happened yesterday, all of it, came rushing to me like a waterfall and I didn't know how to stop it or even I didn't want it to stop. He looked weak, helpless just like me and that what made his words find its way down my heart and break it in two. He has power, people around him. He is rich, he even own people like me, Kyle, Miss Robertson and so many more but he made it clear that he didn't want all that, he needed to feel loved, he needed to feel that someone out there is here to help him when he needed help and I tried to show him that and even if I was sure he won't remember anything of last night, I didn't care. Yes, a part of me want him to remember how I was next to him when he needed someone but the other part was thankful that he won't. I regret nothing and if I was to take it back, I wouldn't.