The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon) novel Chapter 128

Brandon’s Pov

It was the irritating voice again reading s*upid love novels to me. I hated love novels but she was always there with her irritating voice. There were times when I wanted to yell at her but every time I tried to open my mouth or eyes they felt heavy like rocks. I rarely heard the words but lately, I began hearing everything.

Back then I would feel when someone touched me or if they stayed longer and spoke for a long time. That particular voice was usually the one that I heard and I always followed it when I got lost within myself even though it was irritating.

There was also one sweet voice that was always crying. She was just so sad but I liked it a lot, she was always talking about how she never gave up on some dude. Then there was a man who was always talking about his girlfriend. It was a torture session with him. I always heard the voices but never saw the faces. It was like I was trapped with no way out.

But on that particular day, the little voice was causing me to burst out. She was always reading some love books to me. I snapped and all of a sudden my eyes popped open and they landed on the little irritating thing. She quickly got up and screamed like a siren almost bursting my eardrums.

A woman came running but my attention was on the little girl that could not screaming in excitement. I tried to open my mouth but failed miserably. I had to rely on my eyes to warn her to stop.

The lady ran towards the bed in excitement, her eyes filled with tears of joy.

“Ooh my G o d Brandon,” she cried out and practically placed her large chest on me while the other little one climbed on the other side and wrapped her arms around my head. They were both crying in excitement. I had no idea who they were, it appeared they knew me.

“Dad, hi Im Kendra,” the girl introduced herself and hugged me tighter, nearly popping my eyes out of the socket.

A daughter, I had a daughter… if she was my daughter then the woman on my chest was my wife? I tried opening my mouth but it was still heavy. They both finally let go of me and I breathed a sigh of relief.

They nearly burst my libs open but before I could recover. The woman dived for my lips and began devouring the life out of me. I nearly choked to death.

“Mummy, yak, we need to brush his teeth first,” the little girl cried out.

She quickly let go of my innocent lips blushing, the woman was crazy. She instructed the little one to go and get the doctor. For the first time, she did something right, I needed a doctor and not the molestation she was subjecting me to in front of the little girl.

“We did it, Love, it took a lot of years and sacrifice but we did it,” she said but I only stared at her with no idea of what she was talking about.

The door opened, the girl walked in with what looked to be a mad man. My heart dropped when the lady addressed him as the doctor. He asked the lady to move away as he began assessing me. She hesitated a bit but the little girl pulled her away.

“Mr. Fraser, I know you are scared and confused but blink if you can hear me?” he asked. I noticed he was waiting for me to reply and realized I was Mr. Fraser. I slowly blinked, sending him into a cheer. He did some more tests and began writing in what appeared to be a notebook, a very dirty notebook.

“It is going to take you some time to get back all your senses and ability to talk, you have been in a coma for thirteen years,” he declared.

Out of shock my mouth finally opened but I had no words to say. I waited for him to retract the joke but he was dead serious. He was serious even though he looked like he was a homeless man.

After he was done, the woman and the little girl walked back in, very anxious.

“Yes Doctor, how is he?”

“He is trying to process everything but he needs time to get used to a body he has not used for thirteen years,” the old man said again. “He will need all the support and therapy he can get because he can’t remember a thing,” he added.

The lady moved closer and took a seat in the chair next to me. “Do not worry, I will be here for you.”

“And me,” the girl replied.

“Ple…

I tried to talk but my mouth ached, ” “please… no… romantic books,” I finally said.

The lady burst out laughing, “I told you he was not the Romantic type,” she said to the little girl.

“Love is known to bring people out of a coma, it is what brought him out,” the girl replied.

I shrugged, sending them into laughter. The two sat on the bed and began narrating how I ended up in a coma which was because of some weird disease. After she was done filling in some gaps, another welcoming party walked in excited and began hugging me.