Innocent ✔️

Twenty eight

The night finally broke down on top of our heads while we were walking back to the mansion. The stars were watching us from the top, knowing what we were both thinking about since we were both in the bubble of thoughts in our heads, lost between what is going to happen and what was already happening.

We both know that what we were building between us is wrong but the connection we both had was much stronger than just what I want and what he wants or what we both should be doing.

"Are you cold?" He finally breathed out for the first time since we took the way back home, making a smoke escape his warm mouth, showing me that it was cold.

"A little." I honestly answered, making the same smoke escape my mouth as well.

He stopped and took off his jacket and placed it around my shoulders before rubbing my arms to warm me a little.

"You are shivering!" He said and hugged me closer to his side. For once, I was happy to be cold if this was the reason to be that close to him.

I hugged his jacket closer to my body, trying to keep its warmness of it. It had his smell that I adored, mixed with the smell of cigarettes he smokes.

All I was thinking about was the looks in everyone's eyes when they saw us coming back together from outside after disappearing all day. What if this arrived to Mister Mickelson? My mind start making up things he could do to me but the one that really got stuck in my head was, he is gonna kill me.

Can he? Of course. Will he? Maybe. He has no reason to stop. He killed her before me and won't hesitate killing me too.

What if Jonathan realized? I mean, the last time he saw Jackson sleeping in my arms he threteaned us about telling his Father, will he? What could probably stop him?

Before finding any answer for any questions, my eyes met the door of the front yard of the mansion. I looked at Jackson that was already looking at me. For a second I thought he was gonna tell me to get in from the kitchen door but he just came walking closer to me and all of sudden I felt his warm fingers interlocking with mine.

Before reacting to his action, he pushed the door open and dragged me along with him inside.

I couldn't stop him from doing so even if I wanted to. My heart was beating faster than usually, scared someone would see us. He didn't seem like caring, scaring me even more. I didn't know why I was so worried or why I felt like I'm doing something wrong but I knew I'm doing so and before I know it we were inside the mansion.

The place was dark when we walked inside. All the way to his room, we were walking on our toes or let's be honest, I was walking on my toes, not wanting anyone to see us but I couldn't stop the klicking sounds of Jackson's boots walking before me. It was as if my silent shoes would do a higher sound and wake all them up, I still chose to be the silent one. He dragged me inside the room and closed the door behind, making sure to lock it then turned around to face me with his famous smirk causing my cheeks to turn pink and found myself biting my bottom lip, nervously as he'd say.

He walked toward me and pulled me closer to him by forming his arms around my waist. He placed a kiss on my forehead and smiled down at me.

"Why are you so damn scared?" He muttered, looking down at me.

"I'm not." I giggled.

"Don't worry, nobody will find out." He licked his lips, crooked his face to the side and caressed my jawline with his thumb. It was like, just looking in my eyes, he could know everything I'm thinking about, he could get in my head and answer the unasked questions of mine. 

He smiled down at me when he realized my pleasure of the feeling his fingertips touching me. Even from the small contact he was giving, I couldn't be happier. Even if it was a hands-touching by accident, it makes me smile. He slowly started to lean in, causing my heart beats to quicken. I closed my eyes, waiting to feel his lips against mine but instead I felt them attaching to the crock of my neck, making me moan.

I throw my head back to give him more space to do whatever pleased him on my neck. His teeth met my skin and sucked on it, taking a part between them before nibbling on it and biting on it, leaving his mark.

The moment that my thoughts turned to questions asking if I should let us go further today, we were interrupted by kocks on the door causing me to gasp and open wide my eyes.

He brought his index finger in front of his lips, hushing me and waved for me to get out of the view you could have if you are standing on the door. When I walked to the end of the room, I heard the door getting unlocked and pulled open.

"Miss Robertson?" His voice was somehow relived but surprised and I still wasn't sure if it is a good thing that it is only her or bad that it is her.

"Mister Mickelson, I couldn't fall asleep before letting you know something very important." Her tone of voice was shaky and I didn't know if it was because she was talking with a low voice or because she was scared. "Your brother came here this morning and asked about you then he somehow found out that the servent missing is Anastasia so I guess he knows that you both were together then he told me to tell you that he wants to see you as soon as possible."

When she finished, I was already in her view, scared and shaking from what she just said. That means that Jonathan now knows that I was with Jackson, outisde of the mansion.

"And...a-and to be honest..." Miss Robertson looked back at me with worried eyes and then back at Jackson's.

"What is it?" Jackson said, having no more patience or the heart to get hit by more news.

"He was kind of happy that he didn't found you nor Anastasia" She said then looked back at my scared eyes.

Jonathan.

"The fucker." Jackson hit the wall with the palm of his hand.

"I am just-" Miss Robertson was about to say something but Jackson interrupted her saying "enough, Miss Robertson. You may leave now."

"But I-" She restarted again but she had no chance to finished when Jackson's loud voice screamed "enough! Go to sleep!" then shut the door in her face.

"What does that mean, Jackson?" I asked. My voice was hard to be understood. It held so much emotions in it. Sad because I can't be seen around Jackson. Mad at his brother for messing the only source of happiness I have. Afraid of what the future is holding.

"I'm sure it will be fine. Jonathan isn't stupid to fuck with me."

I didn't know the meaning of that sentence that flew out of Jackson's mouth was to calm me or to calm himself and make himself believe something that was probably not true or won't happen.

He slud his hand in his pocket and it came out with a box of cigarettes. Taking one out, he put it between his lips and didn't take too much time to ligh it and take the first puff. Closing his eyes, he throw his head back and let the smoke make a cloud on top of his head. He finally walked toward me watching his moves. He sat beside me on the edge of the bed and took a deep breathe then let it out before saying "We will be fine." He looked at me and continued "I promise."

I nodded even if I wasn't sure of what he said. He was looking inside my eyes as if he was trying to know my feelings and I somehow hated it. Liked it but hated it. I wasn't sure if it was good or bad having him understanding what I feel by just looking through my eyes but I knew I should look away to stop him which I did. I looked down on my lap and closed my eyes.

After a few seconds, I felt the spot where he was sitting getting empty making me look up at him and found him standing by the balcony's door looking outside.

I watched him from behind waiting for him to move but he never did. I sighed, stood up and walked toward him. I formed my arms around his waist and kissed the back of his neck. I felt like somehow I knew that's what he wanted me to do.

"It's your brother! I don't think he could hurt you." I whispered in his ear even if I wasn't even believing my own words.

"He could." He turned around and put his hand on my cheek, caressed it and said "he could hurt me just by hurting you."