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The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon) novel Chapter 16

 

Chapter 16

Thalia’s Pov

As I walked out of the room, his sorrowful face kept flashing in my mind. His eyes were the sad dest I have ever seen, obviously sadder than mine. But my attention was drawn to what was waiting for me on the other side of the door.

I opened the door and was delighted to find myself in a familiar room, one that we had entered when we first arrived at the house.

I ran to the main door, opened it, and stepped outside, where it was already nightfall and a blast of chilly air greeted me.

He wasn’t lying, but I secretly wished he was. I was so used to betrayal that I wanted him to be a liar as well. I wanted him to be friends with Josh. I was expecting cameras to pop up and yell that I had been pranked, but nothing happened after waiting close to a minute.

As the chilly breeze continued to strike me, I dashed to the garage, pressed the key, and the car lit up. I walked in fast and without looking back.

The first thing I did when I got inside was check the glove compartment, and behold, there was cash. I closed it and started the car, a voice in the back of my head said the gate would not open. but when I got within inches of it, it opened.

I was about to burst out laughing when I stomped on the gas and drove away.

I stepped on the gas hard and drove away like a l*natic, laughing and checking behind me for any signs that I was being followed.

The fact that I was driving on the beach didn’t bother me, all I wanted to do was flee. But then a sense of bewilderment washed over me like a bee sting. I slammed on the brakes hard, nearly losing control of the car.

After a brief pause, I broke out laughing, I laughed so that tears began running down my cheeks. I turned around to face the back.

I was free to depart because, he wasn’t coming after me. Because of Josh’s treachery, I was seeing the worst in everyone and began to distrust everything.

I looked in front and saw tarmac; continuing meant no turning back. Brandon’s sorrowful pale face flushed again.

I recalled when I opened my eyes and found him watching Josh and the sk*nk, I had noticed his rare beautiful smile. I wondered if it was the first time the smile appeared on his face after he got sick.

However, when I decided to back out of the revenge I had completely wiped it away. I was perplexed; he genuinely wanted to assist me, but I was an idiot for failing to notice what was there in front of

me.

“Think Thalia, think,” I kept hitting my head on the wheel. Scr*w you, Josh,” I said as I turned the car around. I was not sure if he was going to let me back inside the house or continue with the revenge but I was never going to know if I never turned around.

At least I proved I was not locked up against my will and I made him pay for making me watch that

sh*t.

In minutes I was back at the house, I was surprised to see the gate open; something wasn’t right; he was always particular about security, that much I noted.

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