The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon) novel Chapter 46

Josh’s Pov

I sat on my bed wondering how and when my life ended up in sh*t. My head was hurting, no amount of painkillers was working. My blood pressure was on the roof, even if I wanted to rest I couldn’t.

Every time I closed my eyes my thoughts wandered back to the sh*t my company was going through. I couldn’t remember the last time I slept but it was definitely in Canada.

I last slept in my hospital in Canada, my own house seemed like a casket while my company was my graveyard.

I had no time to visit my mother and neither did my father. I couldn’t even go if I wanted to, I was so dirty and I couldn’t remember the last time I sha ved.  She was already having trouble recognizing me, how could she? In the state, I was in.

I was not even able to recognize the man I had become in the mirror even though it was only a few days.

The worst was yet to come but we were exhausted and squeezed already. I was tired of moving from one office to the other.

Offices of people that were reluctant to meet us. Some big fish was behind the chaos that my company was going through but no one knew which fish it was.

Some suggested it was the government itself but my company had good records.

Jessica walked in time and I stood up, I needed to talk to her about my mother, I was not trusting what the nurses were saying.

Those fools were paid to pretend and lie they were taking care of the patients. I needed someone to physically go there and see her for herself.

“I ordered Chinese, are you hungry?” she asked.

“No?” I replied.

“Josh you have not eaten for days, remember you just got discharged from hospital,” she replied.

“Jessica I’m not in the mood!” I yelled at her. “How do you even expect me to eat junk food, teach yourself to cook healthy food if you want me to eat healthy food!” I added.

She breathed in hand, I could see her face tensing up as she dropped the parcel she was holding to the floor.

“I have had enough! I have been trying so hard to be there for you but I will not tolerate bullsh*t” she yelled on top of her voice.

“Bullsh*t! What Bullsh*t! You are giving me stup*d food!” I yelled. I was not p*ssed at her but I just needed someone to yell at. Out of nowhere, she raised her hand in an attempt to hit me but I grabbed her hand and dared her. I quickly pushed her against the wall.

“Now listen to me,” I said. “I want you to go and check on my mother,” I ordered her. Out of nowhere she spat at me, I felt my heart pounding, I held my hand into a fist but a voice inside of me told me not to.

I already had so many problems and adding one more problem was not good for my record. I pushed her over, almost sending her to the ground.

She lifted herself and said; “Last time I checked Sharon was not my mother, my mother is in the grave,” she spat out and walked out of the room.

I grabbed anything that was near me and slammed it to the door in a fit of rage.

The room felt too hot for me, I yanked my tie and threw it to the ground almost slipping on the stup*d Chinese food on the floor.

My phone biped, it was my personal investigator. I quickly walked out of the room to join him in his car outside, hoping for good news. I ordered him to drive, after we drove for some minutes he stopped to face me.