Innocent ✔️

Sixty one

(Author note: before last chapter...what? Oh my god!)

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Anastasia's point of view

"Jackson?" I finally decided that I will tell him. I have to get it out.

After his father left, I stayed with him for hours and hours, listening to his heart beating while thinking about asking him the question that was strangling me to spill it out. I wanted to know the truth.

"Hm?" He hummed, opening one eye and looked up at me.

"Who killed Jonathan?" I finally asked.

If it wasn't Jackson then who is it? I wanted to get it out of him to get the eyes away from me so no one ever think about if I killed him. I would have love to but I didn't.

He didn't answer.

Talking about this made me just remember the one that killed my mother. Was I ever revenging for her? Does that count? I don 't know, I'm probably not, at least not with my own hands but at least one of his family is already dead. And the other one is in love with me. Here we go with the two sons of his brother. I wish for Mister Mickleson's life to be next.

"Jackson?" I repeated.

"What?" He snapped making me startle. He got off of me and sat down, still not looking in my eyes.

"You killed him, didn't you?" I yelled. Maybe yells from me will make him just answer faster and not leave me wonder behind.

"I'm not answering that question." He murmured and picked up his phone, leaned back on the headboard of the bed and glued his eyes to his phone, not giving me any attention.

"Then you did!" I threw my hands in the air.

His looked up at me from his phone then looked back down.

"Did you Jackson?" I yelled again.

"Why every fucking human on this earth think I killed him? It isn't me!" He finally answered.

"You were the one who wanted him dead, who else could it be?" I blinked, crossing my eyes.

"The asshole had everyone hating on him! I wasn't the only one." He calmly said.

"Then where were you the morning of his death?" I asked.

"Out!" He got up and was about to leave the room but I was faster and stood in front of the door.

"I was talking to you." I warned.

"Do I give a shit?" He screamed, trying to scare me off but I didn't flinch. My emotions are off right now.

"You shouldn't. But when I talk to you, you should answer." I crossed my arms to my chest.

He looked at me for a few seconds before frowning, probably wondering who this person is and what did she do to the innocent Ana. Now I am Anastasia McLeod, the one who gives a shit, as he would see, about nobody but herself. I gave away all my care and fear all those years ago and it is over.

"Answer my question." I repeated. He won't be going out of this room until he says he did it.

"You are so good at acting like a cop, you should be one." He smirked.

I kept my straight face on, still looking into his eyes. "Who. Killed. Jonathan?" I repeated, impatient already.

"It's your job to know that, sherif." He joked, watching me.

"I'm not joking, Jackson." I said.

"I am not either. I said I didn't kill him and I don't know who killed him. Why does it matters to you? He is dead." He said, casually as if it wasn't even his brother that just died.

I scanned his face but nothing showed any love nor regret nor sadness. He wanted him dead but did he kill him?

"Are you done with the questions?" He grinned at me and took his lip ring between his teeth.

I didn't answer him and when I opened my mouth to say whatever was on my mind, a soft knock on the door behind me cut me up. I walked away so Jackson could open.

"Miss Robertson? What's up?" She looked worried, scared maybe.

"There is..." She looked behind her then continued "there is two cops downstairs asking to all the people in the house." She whispered but we clearly heard her.

Jackson looked at me and bite his lip but then looked back at Miss Robertson and nodded then we walked right behind her. My legs were trembling, I never felt so scared before. I never even saw cops before in real life. I only saw him in movies and to say the truth, they looked like you don't even want to cross them in the street. They could easily mess your life with just clothing you a crime that you can't get out from it and throw you in jail, even if you were innocent.

Jackson smiled at me to conform me while we walked downstairs and I automatically asked myself why he was concentrating on conforming me and not concentrating on what could happen to him? My confidence only seems to find her way out of me only when it comes to Jackson.

"Mister Mickleson and Miss McLeod, am I right?" One of the cop looked on a paper he held, read it then looked up at us. One of them was blond and the other was bold.

"Yes." Me and Jackson said at the same time that mine just seemed to be silent when his held anger.

"You're both under arrest, along with you Miss Robertson" He said making my heart drop. Miss Robertson looked scared too. I looked at Jackson and he just crossed his arms, not even caring who he was standing in front of.

"Why?" Jackson said.

"We need to ask you both a few questions." He said.

"Can't you ask them here?" Jackson kept fronting on them.

"Please walk with us without any trouble." The other one said, the bold one. He looked so angry but tried to stay calm.

"You don't even have the right to come in my house. It is propriety right here." Jackson pointed at the house.

"Okay," the blond one started, taking his partner's side. "Then please step out of the house." He pointed at the door.

"No sir." Jackson shook his head. "I am not a criminal and you don't have the right to treat me like one."

"You are accused of killing your brother." The blond one said.

"That doesn't mean I am a criminal so please step out of my house." I literally wanted to punch Jackson in the face.

"No, you're going to step out of the house with me because you have to come with me."

"Then they stay." He pointed at me and Miss Robertson.

"Sir," the cop sighed trying to stay calm. "We just do our job, you all have to come with me."

Jackson closed his eyes and sighed. "After you!" He pointed at the door.

The cops walked ahead of us, followed by Miss Robertson, followed by me and Jackson. I walked closer to Jackson and he hugged me closer to him with his arms around my shoulders, not caring who will see and who will judge.

"Jackson." I whispered, scared when I saw the cops' cars.

"Don't worry. I am one of The Royals." He rubbed my back while we walked closer to the car. What if I end up getting throw in jail?

"I am not." I panicked.

"I am one of them baby and I will protect you with my life." He said, taking a step toward the car the got shoved in, followed by me.