Innocent ✔️

Fifty seven

I opened my eyes, that were burning, to an empty spot next to me. Again, I have to wake up alone in bed, wishing to walk downstairs and find him there. I sighed and got up. Last night was the worst night of my entire life. I never thought Jonathan was to hurt me that bad and the only way of revenge is to stand up from the fall and show him that even though he broke me down, I'm still strong. I smiled realizing that It was my mother that told me that after my father's death.

I sighed and started to walk downstairs to find Miss Robertson humming. I smiled, missing this. I don't even understand why I left here.

"Ana!" She smiled wide when she saw me. I walked closer and sat where I usually sit on the bar.

"Hey Miss Robertson." I said.

"How are you feeling sweetheart?" She asked, giving me a quick look before turning back to whatever she was doing.

"Better than I expect." It was true. "Miss Robertson?" I called grabbing her attention again.

"Yes honey." She said.

"Do you have any idea where Jackson is?" I asked.

"Honestly I don't exactly know but...he didn't leave very happy and I somehow heard that..." She looked up at me as if she was making sure that I will take the news well.

"That what?" I pressed.

"He was talking to Marcel and said a few things but I refuse to believe what I just hear." She played around the subject.

"What is it?"

"He just said I will kill him."

I sighed shutting my eyes. I really hope he doesn't do that and somehow Marcel stops him.

***

Kyle's point of view

"What do you mean raped her?" I yelled.

Who is this girl and why is she telling me stupid things like Ana got raped by Jonathan and that I shouldn't freak out and that Jackson is with her and all this shit? I only want to know where is she and why I didn't see her after the party?

"Just fucking listen!" She yelled, opening her mouth to explain everything over again but didn't and shut her mouth, looking at me annoyed then just said "you know what? Forget it! All I'm saying is that Ana, your sister, is with Jackson in his house." Then walked away.

Why would she even tell me that? I groaned not understanding anything from whatever is happening. This Katarina girl, tattooed and pierced knows Anastasia. She knows I'm her brother. She knows Jackson and she is in Jonathan's house. She tells me Jonathan raped her and she took her to Jackson's house.

Shit, what if she's right and Ana really got raped? Goddamn if that happened, god so help me, nobody will ever be able to stop me from killing him right with my hands. This night is going to be dip a grave for one of us and I won't stop unless I kill him or he kills me.

***

Mister Mickelson's point of view

I groaned, tapping the table with my nails and swirling my glass of wine I was having with the tip of my index. I would kill Jonathan if I lay my hands on him. He made me look like an asshole type of father that had no idea how to raise a child.

I cursed under my breathe and looked at the picture of my wife that was on my desk since we bought this house. "I'm so sorry Carline, I couldn't raise the both of them the way you wanted me too."

I closed my eyes. "I know you hated me and you hated how much I was taking Jonathan under my wings and pushing Jackson away but it just..." I shook my head. "No, I have no excuse. I miss you here and I know I promised you that I will raise them as perfect as I could but I failed." I sighed letting the one tear that always falls when I talk to her. "I failed miserably and broke my promise to you." I closed my eyes, sniffing the rest of the tears that wanted to fall. "I'm sorry."

I know that Jackson loves that maid but I played dumb. I know I took a lot of things from him but I tried to do it for his own good. Jackson isn't someone to be able to deal with people's shit all the time and being responsible of all my shit will just add onto his stress and even double it. But he took it the wrong way and I just don't know how to hug him and tell him I love him. I never did it and never planned on doing it. But that doesn't mean I don't love him, I've always loved him more than anything in my life. So leaving him with the maid to do whatever he pleases is like a gift from me, an excuse for all these years I hurt him. Jonathan wouldn't stop telling me and I tried each time to tell him that it is wrong but the hate that Jonathan and Jackson shares is just too much to deal with.

Someone knocked on the door bringing my eyes straight to my face and wiped my tears off, leaving no sight of me broken. One of security that I sent to check on Jonathan came back.

"I know where he is now sir." He said.

I nodded "bring my gun and bring him right here as soon as possible."

"What are you going to do sir?" He asked.

"I am going to kill him before Jackson could." I spit out.

Anastasia's point of view

I sighed and sat in bed. I've been worried all day about Jackson. He left before I woke up and didn't come back yet. The more late it becomes, the more I believe what Miss Robertson told me, the more I believe he killed him. I didn't want to kill him. If anyone could, it should be me but I can't. All I wanted right now was for Jackson to stay with me and hug me close and tell me that it's fine.

I finally heard voices in the hallway so I hurried to the door and opened it. Jackson was talking on the phone while walking closer to my room. He looked up and smiled when he saw me then said to whoever he was talking to "I will call you later" then hung up.

He walked in the room, shut the door then kissed me "how are you feeling?" He asked caressing my cheek.

"Good." I simply answered, trying to find any expression on his face to make me unworried but I found none. "Who was on the phone?" I asked.

"A friend." He picked me up, walked to the bed, put me down then crawled next to me, holding me close.

"Where were you?" I tried again to get it out of him.

All I wanted was for him to say that he didn't do anything and Jonathan is right in his house, untouched.

He looked at me frowning with a small smirk then said "what? Jealous?"

"Jealous of what?" I have nothing to be jealous about, I think so at least.

"I don't know, you look like it asking a hundred questions by second." He softly said.

"No I am just asking because you spent the whole day out." I said, looking up at him.

He looked down at me with soft eyes and pecked my forehead. "I'm sorry, I just had to take care of some things."

Oh god.