The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon) novel Chapter 100

Thalia’s Pov

Nestor texted, they were on their way to the hospital and Josh was with them. He didn’t go into great detail about how they persuaded Josh to agree to meet up with me. I was nervous because I hadn’t seen him since our encounter at the fundraiser; I felt confident then because I was tearing him down, but the scenario now was different. I was going to tell him everything I’d done to him, then beg him to save my baby.

But I began self-doubting again, I was so sure some hours ago that I wanted to meet up with him and bury the hatchet. But hearing that he was on his way brought in questions and I began to wonder if I was making the right decision. Perhaps Brandon was correct, and we were supposed to kidnap and steal the liver. However, I owed my daughter a life free of vengeance, a fresh start, not a life of concealing her from Josh’s wrath.

In our initial plan, Brandon had mentioned framing Josh and his father for crimes they had not committed, in order to keep them out of my daughter’s life. Months ago I had no problem with that but with time my stomach couldn’t take it; I couldn’t take it despite the fact that he deserved it.

When I checked my watch, thirty minutes had elapsed. A message popped up, it was Brandon and they were in the parking lot.

My heart was racing for no obvious reason, so I got out of bed and gave myself a pep talk again. The worst-case scenario was that he became upset and punished me by refusing to donate the liver. Or he was as tired and ready for a fresh start like I was.

As the door opened, Brandon walked in and hugged me, checking to see if I’d changed my mind.

I double-checked to make sure I hadn’t

“I’m a little frightened; I hope you didn’t threaten him,” I asked, but posed a bit; he responded, but I wasn’t paying attention. I let go of him and stared at him because he was so cold. The machine was not doing what it was supposed to be doing. Something was wrong, but I didn’t want to bring it upright; I planned to do so later.

“Just remind him of what he did to you, ooh and I think I hinted on the possibility of us being involved in his testicle accident.”

“Brandon why?” I asked.

“He wouldn’t have come if I hadn’t, in fact, I went to grout but he wanted to split my head in half so I changed my plans and will grout after he donates or when I kidnap him,” he joked. I gave out a fake smile.

Nestor entered the room and signaled to us, “you can let him in,” I stated and ordered the two of them to leave.

“No Thalia, he almost attacked Brandon,” Nestor interjected.

“Yes there is no way I’m leaving you alone in the room at least if you do not trust me to keep my mouth shut then allow Nestor to be in here,” Brandon seconded.

“Guys I understand your worry but I will be fine as long as I do not provoke him.”

Brandon chuckled, “Thalia we cut off his balls, he will definitely snap even if he was a prophet, he would have still snapped.” he tried reasoning with me but I told them to leave.

Josh and I had to deal with the nightmare we’d created amongst ourselves one-on-one. Everything started with the two of us and it was going to end with us. Yes, there was a chance he would get physical, but it was a risk I was ready to take. Brandon reached into his pocket and pulled out a revolver, saying, “If he puts his hands on you, you can blast his brains out, we’ll blame it on postpartum depression,” he stated as he slid the gun under my pillow.

“Brandon, are you psychologically ill or something?” Nestor and I stared at each other, he finally asked the question I’d been dreading for months. I was expecting yelling, however, Brandon simply turned and walked away; I thought it was time we got him a psychiatric evaluation; the man’s thinking was quite dark. They both walked out of the room with Nestor wishing me luck. I took a deep breath in and moved closer to the pillow where Brandon had placed the gun.

I had my gaze set on the door, and a cold wave poured over me as it opened. He had a puzzled expression on his face as he walked in. He had gained some more weight, his hair was scruffy and he looked terrible.

I could only assume Brandon had scared him or something. I swallowed my saliva and thanked him for coming to see me. He remained silent and fixed his gaze on me. “Please have a seat,” I advised.

“Cut the nonsense, were you the one who caused the accident in Canada?” He inquired. He didn’t want to waste time with phony pleasantries, he wanted to get right to the subject.

With a straight face, I said, “Yes, I caused the accident in Canada.” I heard him take a deep breath and move back a little. “So… you told the doctors to remove my testicles?”

“It wasn’t like that, Josh ”

“How the f*ck was it supposed to be!” He yelled at me and moved closer to me. He was standing inches away from me and I could hear him breathing hard.

“Do not shout at me, remember that I’m not the Thalia that you used to s*it on! Remember that!” I yelled at him.

“What are you going to do if I yell? Call that sick l*natic you sold your soul to in here to have me beaten! Just answer the dumb question!”

“I’m better than you who sold your soul to your father that turned around and f*cked your wife!” I retorted. “How does it feel to have a baby sibling!” I yelled. I was beginning to lose my cool but it was his fault, Brandon was not a sick L*natic.

He clenched his hands into a fist like he wanted to hit me but I maintained my stance.

“Yes I had the Doctors cut off your balls, just like you made the doctors make me believe that I was barren,” I finally got the words out of my chest, it felt like I had removed the huge stone off of me. He dashed for me and tried to grab me but froze midway.