Innocent ✔️

Seventeen

"Jackson! Come down here." A strong voice rang in my ear caused my groaning to grow. "Where is he?"

Can they just stop fighting all the time? It's like six in the morning and they can't stop fighting about something I don't care about.

I hugged the covers closer to my ear, hopping it would block the noises a little more. Yes that happens when you spend all night trying the gifts on and then when you think it's enough and it is time to sleep you start thinking about his eyes scanning your body and his tongue licking his lips at the view.

"Bring him here, Miss Robertson." Mister Mickelson screamed again.

My eyes were closed and I just hoped for a second to faint or black out so I don't hear what they are saying or screaming about.

"Where were you last night? You didn't come back home!" Screamed Mister Mickelson and obviously the covers weren't helping at all. I turned around, facing the other side of the room even if it won't help, I hoped it would.

"Party, daddy." Said Jackson and as soon as I heard his voice my eyes went wide. He sounded drunk and so tired. I don't know why but even if he was drunk, I felt bad for him. I felt bad for the son of the most rich man I know and still find pain in life. No one is happy on this earth.

"Didn't I warn you before that parties aren't for the people like us?" Yelled Mister Mickelson more louder than before but I didn't care anymore, I gave up on trying to sleep anyways.

Or you want to make sure he was fine, the back of my mind told me and without even thinking about it, I pushed it to the back of my mind, scared to admit it or even think about how it is right. Why is it? I am nothing to him anyways, why is he suppose to be something for me.

Silence surrounded and I hoped it would stay like that for awhile but it didn't last long.

"Take him to the guest room. No food, no water, nothing. Let's see if the alcohol helps you." Said Mister Mickelson.

I jumped off the bed and run to the door and as soon as I opened it, I saw Miss Robertson holding up Jackson from falling and walking by my room with one of his arm around her shoulder and her arm around his waist to support him right.

"Miss Robertson." I whispered.

"Help me, Anastasia." She said.

I walked closer and took his other arm and formed it around my shoulder and held him up all the way to the last room in the long hallway. I opened the door just like Miss Robertson told me to and walked inside. Miss Robertson murmured to lay him here on the floor next to the room, I did so.

The room was empty. No furnitures in it, just a dirty door at the corner of it and the first thing that crossed my mind was Miss Brooklyn's punishments. They take punishments too? I looked down at him. His eyes were half closed and his mouth was half open and he looked so sick.

"Miss Robertson!" Mister Mickelson screamed from downstairs.

"Oh," she panicked next to me, bringing my eyes to her movements. "Take this." She handed me the key of the room. "Make sure everything is alright, close the lights behind you and lock the room." She hurried to the door and my eyes followed her until she said "please make sure you don't forget anything or I will be in trouble myself." And then she was gone.

I looked back down at him and my eyes soften at the sign of his weakness. He looked helpless. Is the drugs worth the feeling? The suffering? Why is he doing this to himself? His eyes blinked twice and I couldn't believe the tears that escaped out.

I bend down next to him and whispered "Jackson?" Scared of being any louder. Scared of showing him I saw them. I saw his tears.

His head slowly faced me and a small smile creeped on the corner of his lips. He blinked again and I wasn't sure if he did so to make more tears escape or to get ride of the ones that wanted to.