The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon) novel Chapter 53

Thalia’s Pov

I kept walking around the room, unsure of what to do. I couldn’t force myself to flee; I didn’t have any money or a place to go, and most importantly, I couldn’t leave the jerk to die alone.

He had done so much for me. In frustration, I threw myself on the bed and screamed. If he was my boyfriend, I’m sure he’d be completely crazy.

I was certain he’d lock me up and refuse to let me speak to any man. I would never date him; it would be like moving from a hot pan to a wildfire, he was clearly worse than Josh.

I began thinking about all the nasty things I would have had to endure if Brandon was my husband instead of Josh.

I’d be decaying in the ocean without even having the chance to attempt suicide, the man was way powerful. He was clearly capable of murder based on what he did to my clothes.

Nestor, on the other hand, indicated that I should forget about the incident. Brandon had a life-long learning experience, according to him.

I needed to be patient with him because he was unwell and paranoid. My head, on the other hand, was arguing with me.

I stood up and began pacing the room again, needing to clear my head. I needed to clear my thoughts, so I went for a walk along the beach, anything to keep my mind off the impending war within.

But it only added to my doubts, so I walked back into the house and went straight to the kitchen. Baking was a good way to keep one’s thoughts occupied but there was no flour, the moron couldn’t even purchase me enough flour, so I texted Nestor to pass through the grocery shop.

If I was going to stay, baking was going to be my new hobby. I flopped down on the bed and started playing a game. In seconds I heard people, so I jumped up quickly and put on a serious face.

Brandon stepped in first, followed by Nestor. “I told you she’d be here,” Brandon said as he handed me a pack. I rolled my eyes and asked, “So, what exactly is this?”

“Pregnancy test, go ahead and pee on it; we need to know if you’re expecting.”

I felt my stomach clench as I realized the moron in front of me needed a good flogging, so I swiftly removed my slipper and began threatening him.

“Calm down, Thalia,” Nestor advised.

“Don’t tell me to relax; why is he so stupid? What part of my period did he miss?”

“Thalia, a pregnant woman can get her period for a variety of reasons, one of which being implantation,” he explained. “You can Google this if you want,” he said.

I furiously gazed at him, wanting to punch him, but the jerk was correct. I hadn’t confirmed the pregnancy with any testing.

I was frightened of failure again, and I didn’t want to give myself false optimism. Throughout my marriage, I had conducted numerous home tests, all of which yielded disappointing negative results.

Yes, things were different back then, thanks to the monster I had lived with that made sure of it.

“You have nothing to lose, it’s only a test,” Brandon stated while he carefully removed the slipper off his face.

I turned to face Nestor, who nodded his head.

“Fine! I’ll take the stupid test,” I declared as I hurried to the bathroom, my heart racing. I didn’t want to see the depressing one line; a period was enough, but I needed to get the jerk off my back.

I peed on it slowly and closed my eyes, convincing myself that I’d be fine with the negative. To be honest, with the way things were going I was leaning towards a negative. I was apprehensive about what a positive meant.

I opened my eyes after counting to ten and saw two lines staring back at me. At first, I thought I was hallucinating. I had done that before when I was desperate. I hurriedly shut my eyes and opened them again, but the two comprehensible lines stared back at me.

I couldn’t speak, I was frozen in amazement; I’d been praying for the two lilies for four years but they never appeared, somehow I was terrified. It was one thing to steal your ex-husband’s sperm and cut off his testicles, and an all-new game becoming pregnant.

It was dumb terrifying. I let out a huge scream. Nestor and Brandon both came dashing and tried opening the door without knocking.

“Thalia, are you okay? Will you please come out?” Brandon ordered from the opposite side of the door.

But my attention was drawn to the two comprehensible lines; I was about to become a mother, a terrifying mother. Was it joining to be a boy or a girl? I couldn’t help but wonder.

“Please, Thalia, say something, you are starting to scare us,” Nestor said.

I awoke immediately from my stupor and stood up like a ghost. I brew my lips and gave myself small slaps to make sure I was in the right mind. I washed my hands before picking up the test and staring at it again. With a straight expression, I opened the door.

“Are you all right?” Brandon inquired with trepidation. “Did you take the test?”

I handed him the test kit, and I could see his face curling into a smile as he glanced at it with his eyes wide open. He pulled me out of nowhere and began spinning me. I had no clue where he obtained all of the energy, but he did.

He put me down and kissed my cheeks. The jerk was acting as if he was the baby’s father, I was very excited, it was the first time that I was seeing him that excited. “I told you,” he muttered, pinching my cheek, and all I could do was stare at him.

He quickly realized I wasn’t as enthusiastic as he was and quickly stopped.

“Thalia?” he asked as he ushered me to a seat, his voice loud with breathing and sweat on his brow. “Listen, Thalia, don’t let my folly overwhelm this good news,” he said.

“I want a formal test, and I want a doctor’s confirmation,” I stated. I needed to be sure, the home tests were never hundred percent true.

He said, “Of course, of course,” and told Nestor to get the helicopter ready.

“Sir, you do not appear to be in good health; you appear very exhausted,” Nestor said, “I’ll take Thalia while you rest.”

Brandon’s face became paler as he stared at him. With difficulty, he fought to stand up and walked to his painkillers. He had done too much in less than twenty hours and there was a limit to what his body could take.