His innocent obsession

Chapter 27

Abby's POV

We walk out of the precinct holding hands in silence.

I can feel his eyes on me, but I'm too deep in thought to even look up.

I need to speak with my sister, but I'm afraid of what she is going to do or say. Not only to me, but how she'll treat Jackson as well. I know things will never be the same again after this.

My parents death had actually brought us closer, and our relationship has been the strongest it ever was. I think a part of that was because I was grateful to her that she got my parents to leave me home and in a way that saved my life. But knowing what I do now, if I would've gone then their plane wouldn't have gone down and they'd still be here. But like John said, she only did that because John asked her to.

Something else has been bothering me. Celeste and John weren't even dating at the time of their death. She had her boyfriend that my parents didn't want her with and she seemed to be in love with him. She never seemed to be a lap dog for John like he described. What if she was angry enough with my parents over their threats of kicking her out and cutting her off that she planned this all out with John. She was the one he used as the excuse to make my parents come home after all.

And just like John was jealous of Jackson, what if she knew how John was infatuated with me and wanted me gone as well. What if I go back home and she tries to kill me again?

I look down at our clasped hands. His hand always swallows mine up. Holding on to me like someone might take me at any second.

I stop walking, and look up at Jackson. He stops a step ahead looking back at me with concern on his face.

Since this man has come into my life the only time I feel safe is with him. I hadn't felt safe since before my parents died. Not until Jackson came into my life. With him I never have to worry if things will be alright.

I don't want to live in that mansion anymore. whether its by myself or with Celeste, I can't live there anymore.

"Jackson, Can I,"

"Move in with me Abigail. I know you were going to ask me to take you home, but I don't want you living in that house anymore." I smile wide, stepping closer to him and grab onto his shirt.

"Jackson, can I move in with you?" His head drops forward, a big smile grows on his face shaking his head to himself, before he looks at me through his long lashes.

"You were about to ask me that, and I cut you off to ask you to move in with me."

"Mmmhhmm" I nod. Smirking at him as his hands lock together at my lower back. "Always gotta cut me off." When he smirks I peck a kiss on his lips. "But before we get to packing my stuff I need to find Celeste. She hasn't called me yet, and it's got me worried." He tilts his head pinching his brows down.

"Worried about what exactly?" I shrug keeping my eyes focused on my hands resting on his chest.

"Her mental state right now. How she'll react towards me or you after watching the recording of what happened. Between John confessing how he feels towards me and you shooting him. She could either feel guilty for not knowing or feel murderous that we ruined her perfect life that could've been." Jackson sighs as he hold me closer to his chest.

"Either way, the cause of her feelings isn't you." He kisses the top of my head before pulling me along by my hand to the car.

I pullout my phone once Jackson closes my door and scroll to Celeste's number. Deciding what to say as Jax starts the car. "How about I drive us to the mansion, we'll get your things packed up and I can have my guys move it all to our place. That'll give you time to decide what you want to say to Celeste once you're ready." I hit the side button on my phone locking the screen.