Innocent ✔️

Twenty three

"I think we need to go back." Marcel said.

"Thirty more minutes, please." I said, my eyes locked in the book.

"It's 2:00 AM. You'll be in trouble if-"

Before he could finish his sentence, I jumped on my feet with my wide eyes and said "oh my god," I looked at him and didn't know what to do. "I'm sure will be in trouble!"

"I wasn't the one who storm out the mansion door and tried to escape!"

"I had my reasons." I frowned.

"Your reasons are stupid!" I looked at him with a warning stare that earned from his a shy smile and him saying "no offence!"

"My reasons aren't stupid! Running away from the one I thought was a part of the family that killed my family was the smartest thing I've ever done." I stood up for my action even if after knowing that he isn't lying to me and he even had no idea.

"Here you said it! Thought! You thought! So now you don't think that anymore, you try to know and find out and ask him!" He said.

"I did, he didn't answer." I answered.

"Like properly ask him not yell the question and throw it in his face without him knowing the flying fuck you're talking about!"

"I'm sorry for not wanting to be killed!"

"Jackson will never hurt you!" He confidentially said.

"How do you know that?" I asked?

"Are we starting again?" He rainsed his eyebrows and looked at me surprised.

"No no I mean," I looked around the library and carried on "I didn't think about it much. I have a problem with that cross tattoo and seeing it on his back just ... killed me. I felt betrayed and the first thing that came in mind is to run away without explaining, without telling, without... anything just running away from here. From him." I said.

"But I caught you and enlightened you, I mean you're welcome?" He smirked.

"Thanks Marcel." I laughed. "I just seriously don't get why you helped! I mean yes I'm grateful you did but why!" I asked.

"Because I felt just like you when I knew my best friend is one of the family that killed my dad." He softly said.

I dropped my body on the couch knowing that what happened to me happened to him too.

"Anyways let's get you back." He said and walked to the door and it didn't take me much time to follow him.

While walking back to the mansion all I was thinking about was where Jackson is right now. I tried as hard as I can to make up something to say when I see him first but nothing really seemed to work. Every time I let my tongue say something to excuse myself and tell him that I thought he was someone else, I forget and think that this is the worst thing to say and try to think of something else.

The walk was longer than before when we were coming but it was because Marcel said that he is going to make me go in from the back door of the kitchen so nobody would notice anything and just by thinking that brought my panic back alive.

I held the book I was holding closer to my chest and looked at Marcel that unlocked the door of the kitchen and looked back at me and whispered "I'm going to leave now. Go back to your room and if anyone asked you where you were, tell the you were taking a walk in the front yard of the mansion."

"Thank you." I nodded and walked in. Placing the book on the counter, I pushed the door closed and locked it before making my way to the door of the kitchen on my tip toes with the book close to my chest.