Innocent ✔️

Thirty four

Jackson's point of view

A loud knocks making me groan and curse them to death. I felt her between my arms making me have a half smile on the corner of my lips and lose my tense, closed eyes, I pulled her naked body closer to mine and start falling back sleep.

"Wake the fuck up, dammit!" A voice screamed behind the door, kicking the door with his feet making me jump.

"Motherfucker..." I whispered through clenched teeth, opened my eyes and slowly took my arms off of Ana. I was trying as hard as I could to not wake her up but the knocks on the door weren't helping. She muttered something with her eyes closed causing me to freeze in place and look at her falling back in a deep sleep.

I took one last look at her before slowly standing on my feet. Another loud knock was heard making me rush my moves. I quickly put my boxers and pants on and rushed to open the door. I opened the door to meet Marcel's angry eyes locked with my own, probably more angry than his.

"What the fuck you think you're doing, dude! She's sleeping inside and you're like trying to kick down the door!" I yelled-whispered.

"You're here sleeping and-" He was screaming loud getting me more angry and I found myself hushing him with my hand on his mouth. I looked back at her making sure she was still sleeping then walked out and closed the door behind me.

He took a deep breath to calm himself down then said "a lot of shit happened."

"What happened?" My fear was getting higher, only scared of loosing her like I lost Cassy.

"It's about Anastasia..." He looked at me with sad eyes making my heart stop.

Anastasia's point of view

I groaned and turned to the other side facing the lights of the day that made my eyes shut tight. I smiled at the thought of yesterday that came rushing in my head when I saw the walls of his room, thinking of him sleeping next to me. I slowly opened my eyes to face an empty spot next to me. My smile vanished.

I got off the bed, walked over to I opened his closet and got out a shirt of his to put on over my underwear that I picked up off the floor then went back in my room and put black leggings on, the same leggings I'm wearing all the time.

I walked to the bathroom in his room and closed the door behind me. I groaned and looked at myself in the mirror. I locked my eyes with those in the mirror then it hit me, he left. I woke up and he wasn't next to me.

The scene of yesterday replayed in my head, looking for a mistake I made to make him leave. It was great, it was a great night, for me at least but was it for him?

I took off my clothes again, deciding to take a shower. The hot water always used to help me relax, think without stressing out and when I was done, I refused to believe something I didn't hear. I should just find out why he left.

There is no excuse for him to leave though. He took my virginity the night, feel asleep next to me, holding me tight. The least I should expect is walking up to him which didn't happen!

I sighed and got out the shower. My hair was wet but I didn't bother wrap it in a towel. I just put my clothes on and walked out the bathroom, back in his room. I looked at the spot where we made it and my eyes widen when I saw those red touches on the white bed sheets. I dropped the towel I was holding on the floor and went to clean this mess up.

I took off the sheets and thew them on the floor, groaning. Where are you?

I sighed and made my way outside the room and downstairs ignoring the mess I made in his room.