Innocent ✔️

Sixty

Anastasia's point of view

"Open this fucking door asshole!" Knocks on the front door of downstairs made me wake up, panicking. I opened my eyes when I felt Jackson's absence around my body. I sat up in bed feeling him put on his shirt.

"Jackson!" I called when he hurried to the door.

"Sorry babe, go back to sleep." He opened the door then closed it after me.

My heart started to beat faster, not knowing what was going on or who was outside this door calling him asshole.

More noises were heard from downstairs pushed me to jump off bed and hurry to the door as well. I hesitate for a second, not knowing if I shouldn't be visible around him, coming out of his room. I didn't know who it was what he wanted so I just stayed in the room obviously being me and overthink about who it was, why he was screaming and why Jackson was worried when he went downstairs.

"You killed him!" The man screamed making me gasp.

No, no no. It can't be Jackson. Was he talking about Jonathan?

I got off the bed again and ran to the door, opened it and slowly walked out and stood at the top of the stairs while hearing screams and words I couldn't make my mind to comprehend.

His father. It was his father, holding Jackson's shirt in his hand, pulling at it while Jackson tried to push him away.

"You killed him asshole! You killed my son!" He screamed.

"Father I don't know what you're talking about!" Jackson screamed back.

"Jonathan is dead. He got killed by you!" He threw Jackson on the floor.

I hid my mouth with my two hands not knowing if I should run back to the room and lock it for not wanting to know the truth or stay and listen.

Jackson angrily got up and walked back to where his father was standing. "I didn't kill Jonathan." He said.

I couldn't know if he cared or not by his tone of voice but I knew that he was right. I believed him.

"Then who did?" Mister Mickleson leaned on the wall and left a few tears to fall down. To be honest, I didn't feel bad.

"I don't know! I agree I wanted him dead but I didn't kill him."

But he wanted him dead?

"You were jealous of him!" Mister Mickelson said, punching the air.

"Are you drunk?" Jackson said, leaning closer to his father's mouth. "Your drunk." He crossed his arms and looked at his father not sure of what to do or say.

Mister Mickleson walked a little further into the living room and dropped his body on the couch. "You killed him."

"I didn't." Jackson followed behind and stood right in front of Mickelson.

"You were jealous because I love him more than you. I gave him every...everything..in the world." He sobbed and I almost rolled my eyes.

"No, I hated him. And as much as I wanted to be the one that killed him, I wasn't."

I couldn't make up my mind of believing or not believing him. He was the only one that wanted Jonathan dead though. Not mentioning myself.

"You did Jackson!" His father screamed. He tried to stand up but fell back down on the couch.

"If that's what you want to believe. It would be my pleasure." Jackson chuckled. "At least, I would feel like I was able to hurt you in your weakness."