The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon) novel Chapter 30

The Art Of Revenge by MK20 Gab Chapter 30 Jessica’s PoV

I sat on a flimsy chair, terrified and despairing, an hour had gone with no word from the chopper that had taken Josh. No hospital was yet to claim that they received my husband. It was as if the useless chopper had vanished into thin air.

I was still in my old skiing suit, all sweaty and smelly.

Victor strolled in through the open door, I quickly stood up, and he hugged me. “Don’t worry, we’ll find him,” he added. I shoved him away from me.

“That’s exactly what you’ve been saying!” I became enraged and screamed at him. Everyone in my immediate vicinity was ineffective.

“Where are your dunderheads? Please tell me they’re looking for my Josh!” I yelled at him, but all he said was to relax.

“Relax! How am I expected to calm down?” Everyone in the room had their eyes fixed on us but I didn’t mind.

Victor sn*tched my arm and dragged me out of the room. “Let go of my hand!” I became enraged and screamed at him.

But he was so angry and was in no mood to tolerate me that when we got outside, he opened his car door and tossed me inside before slamming the door shut.

I waited for him to get into the car before I continued yelling at him.

“Shut up!” he screamed at me “Shut your f**king mouth and let me breathe! Do you honestly believe I’m not scared?”

I remained silent as I inhaled deeply, my gaze locked on his. “I’ll take you to the hotel, and you should take a bath because you look awful.

My men are already out there, and they’ll be updating me every five minutes!” As we drove away, he yelled at the top of his lungs.

I slumped into my chair, clutching my whirling head. I just sat there lost during the entire trip to the hotel.

When we arrived, he assisted me out of the car, escorting me to my hotel room. I remembered how delighted I was to leave the room, and how ready I was to teach Josh to ski.

After skiing, I had scheduled a number of things for us but it looked like we were only headed for disaster.

I took a seat, wobbly on my feet, and inquired if there was any news. Victor gave me a nod and stared at me.

It was past 5 p.m. when I checked my watch. It was about to get dark, but there was still no word on the foolish helicopter.

Victor moved to the bathroom and prepared a bath while I sat in the chair with my hands in my hair. I was uninterested when he yelled my name.

“Jessica, at the very least, take a bath.”

“I don’t want a bath; I want to see my husband; could you please grant my wish?”

“I’ll locate him, I promise you,” he replied as he pulled me up and led me to the washroom. He assisted me in removing my clothes and placing me in the bathtub. He grabbed a scrub and began scrubbing my back, irritating the life out of me.

“Get out of here!” I yelled at him.

“I was merely assisting,” he explained.

“Do I appear to be in need of assistance, or do my hands appear to be inactive?” I screamed at him while pointing to the door. I hurled the scrub at him as he walked out the door. What an idiot, I grumbled to myself.

I sat back and attempted to recall the events of the day, but I couldn’t recall the face of the pilot or the paramedics. If the tables had been turned, Josh would have found me already.

The door opened again, and I was about to say something when Victor announced that they had located the helicopter.

In my enthusiasm, I jumped to my feet, but I quickly observed that he had a sad face. My heart stopped as he stated, “The chopper crashed.”

I could see him speaking, but my mind was switched off from his audible voice

“Jessica, Jessica, Jessica!” He shouted, jolting me back to reality.

“Get ready; my men just handed me the hospital where the survivors were evacuated.”

“Survivor? Survivors? Is Josh among the survivors?”

“I have no clue, my men are still gathering information; hurry up, I’ll be waiting in the car,” he replied, worried as he exited the bathroom.

I quickly sprayed myself with water, changed into something respectable, and dashed to the car, where the victor awaited me. My heart was racing so loudly that it was audible through my ears.

“I just spoke with one of my men, and he confirmed that no casualties had occurred,” he stated.

For a single second, I inhaled deeply the much-needed oxygen that my body required. I had been depriving myself of oxygen because I had lost hope; I was always the pessimist and had little sympathy for optimism.

“How’s Josh? Did they say anything about Josh?” I asked.

“So, what exactly are you talking about? “What was the extent of the crash”

“When I lost control of the plane, I was very sure we were going to hit one of the hills but I managed to avoid it and only the tail was cut off and we all survived with minor injuries but your son was pinned around his pelvic area,” he stated and went on to narrate how they radioed for help and were rescued and brought to the hospital.

Suddenly I felt the room become hot and began spinning. I do not know who’s hands but I felt heavy hands hold me from behind as the room went all dark.

By the time I woke up I was so dizzy. I tried focusing my eyes but the stup*d room I was in was so white. Victor noticed I was awake and quickly rushed to me.

“Are you okay?” he asked

I simply needed my head to recall Josh, oh my G*d Josh? “What happened to Josh?”

“They’re going to call us after they move him from the theater to the recovery room?” he said quietly.

“Theatre?” I inquired, puzzled.

“Jessica, they operated on him,” he said as he sat down. I could see him fighting back tears. Victor was usually a tough guy, so seeing him in a like that meant something was seriously wrong.

“What is the nature of the operation?” I enquired, but he remained silent. “Victor, tell me about the operation.” I inquired. I was already losing my mind, and the tension was getting the best of me.

“My son will never have children?” He began as tears streamed down his cheeks. “They couldn’t even wait for us to agree to this ridiculous procedure!” He screamed, stood up, and kicked the room’s bin, spilling its contents all over the floor.

I just sat there on the bed, perplexed, because nothing he said made sense.

“Victor Please tell me what you’re talking about?”

“They claim that a metal crashed his pelvic area and wrecked his testicles, leaving them with no choice but to perform an orchiectomy. They took both of his testicles out,” he stated.

I’m not sure if I had too much bad news for a single day but I was unresponsive. I couldn’t say anything since I was speechless as he shed more tears, I could only stare at him, speechless. He screamed and slammed the door, “They made my boy impotent!”

The only words that came out of my mouth were, “But… but…,” and “But… but…,” respectively. I rose from my bed and inquired as to which room he was in. I walked out of the room looking for the specified room.

After a few minutes, I was directed to the room, which I entered trembling. I was well aware of the significance of having children for him. I approached the bed and glanced at him; his face was battered, and his nose was cut.

He appeared to be taking a nap because he was so relaxed. He had no notion that when he awoke, he wasn’t the same man he had been nor was he ever going to be the same.