Innocent ✔️

Sixty two

(Author note: this is the last chapter guys. I hope you enjoy. Please don't forget to vote, comment and share.)

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Today was the new year. For the first time in years, I was having a good. A one that I had revenge for everything that happened to me. I was happy and by my brother's side again since he came back to work with us because of Jonathan's death, may he rest in peace. I was happy to be by Jackson's side, by someone that loves me and that I love. By someone who defended me and got me back.

But the happiness didn't last for long and all of sudden, Kyle was telling that he wants to go visit Hailey. He wanted to go see her which just proved to me what I felt a long while ago when he was hugging her tight and talking to her so openly but when I compared what he wanted with what I have, I felt selfish to refuse so I agreed and Jackson was happy to help him get there.

The drive back home was so long and awkward. We didn't say a word which made wonder how Jackson feels about his brother's death and him being accused for it.

We went out by a random lawyer that neither me or Jackson knows where he came from. He took out a medical certificate proving that Jonathan died by a poison in his body that he's been taken for months which means, he killed himself.

"What is this?" I asked Miss Robertson.

"It's poison, sweetie so don't touch it."
She said.

"Why do you even have poison with you!" I looked at her confused.

"I don't use it on people, I use it to kill the bugs that come in my bed. It kills bugs, imagine what it could do to a human!"

Then I took it, slide it in my pocket when she wasn't looking.

"I'd take coffee." He teased me back when we were in the kitchen. Oh how much I wanted to see him just laying on the floor, lifeless.

I walked to the coffee machine, put his cup then opened the kitchen cabinet to get the sugar when I found this plastic bag I put here the first day I came.

When I felt his eyes on my behind, I bite my lip, trying to stop myself from turning around and slapping him across the face.

I took it and poured one package in the mug then put it in the coffee machine. I bite my lip and shut my eyes. Nobody will know anyways.

"So how was your day?" He asked.

"Good." I simply answered. I almost caught myself smirking. Am I really on the process to commit a crime?

He was slowly killing himself. I shut my eyes, shaking my head. No one knows and no one will know. I got out of it by being proved innocent to everyone. I didn't do anything and I wasn't the reason of anyone's death.

Even the doctors and the lawyer said: he commit suicide. Poor Jonathan.

"Anastasia!" He called.

Get away from me! I groaned when he called again.

"Yes!" I yelled, pretending to yell so he could hear me but I really yelled at him. Shouldn't he be dying? Miss Robertson said twice in the human body and can automatically stop the circulation of the blood that goes to the brain. Why isn't it stopping in his body?

"Cup of coffee please. I have a huge headache." He yelled back.

I tip toed to the door and made sure that he walked upstairs. He probably was mad at something because he would usually start flirting with me. I rolled my eyes at the thought then walked back and repeated the process of last time.