The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon) novel Chapter 81

Brandon’s Pov

I could only hope they didn’t continue their squabble in the kitchen. I wished I had my legs because I would have walked in on them and found out what they were up to. I was lying there on my searing back from bedsores, presumably on my dying breath, but they didn’t seem to mind. They had somehow trodden on each other’s dumb egos and were unable to breathe each other’s air, and no matter how hard I tried to ignore it, it was aggravating the life out of me.

Nestor strolled out smiling as the door opened, much to my astonishment. They appeared to be staged, but instead of saying anything, he checked my vitals and walked out of the room before I could inquire about what was going on.

The kitchen door opened again and Thalia walked out, unlike Nestor who was overly excited, she had a nervous face on and was biting her nails. She always did that when she was about to tell me something that I did not like. I stared at her as she took a seat, I noted she had lost the glow, she looked dirty and I wondered the last time she took a bath.

“Brandon, we need to talk,” she declared.

I’m not sure why, but my mind immediately went to Nestor’s cheerful expression. And my instincts told me they were sleeping together, and my heart began to race. That was the only reasonable explanation for their strange interactions.

I just sat there, watching her clear her throat for the fourth time. To be honest, I didn’t want to know whether they made a mistake. Nestor was probably sick of changing me stinky diapers, and her pregnancy hormones couldn’t hold on. “It’s okay, you don’t have to tell me,” I said quickly before she could finish her sentence. “But the two of you should grow up,” I added.

She looked at me puzzled and questioned what I was talking about, but I turned away and told her not to worry.

“Brandon, anything you’re talking about is incorrect; please pay attention to me. What I’m about to say will either kill you or give you another opportunity at life.”

For a little moment, I paused in my thinking and attempted to understand the final section. I had a sneaking suspicion that I was hallucinating. I closed my eyes and kept my head turned.

“Have you ever wondered why we met at that bridge?” she inquired but received no response. She was starting to irritate me, to be honest. My body hurt, and I wasn’t in the mood for sex confessions or stories about how grateful she was for everything I had done for her.

“Brandon, I think fate brought us to that bridge on that particular day. I was betrayed by my ex-husband and you had solutions to take back what was stolen from me and ditch back the hell that was given to me,” she emotionally stated and placed her hand on my shoulder. I moved away out of annoyance.

“Thalia please I just want to rest,” I finally replied.

She chuckled and ignored me, “Well I think I have answers to your disease,” she added and I quickly opened my eyes.

“Nestor and I are not fighting because we had sex, how many times am I going to tell you that Nestor is not my type? Anyway, if you can remember, am a graduate in bioengineering and sciences?” She made mention even though I has no idea where she was going with her story. She noted I was not responding and quickly asked.

“Brandon, am I talking to myself? Are you asleep?” she got on the bed and checked. She could clearly see that my eyes were wide open and I was breathing.

“Okay, for the past three months I have been studying math and science books? Sneaking around? The secrets? Going out early in the morning? The secret meetings in Italy? It was all for you Brandon, I was creating a machine to cure or treat your illness,” she confessed.

She was talking too fast and making it difficult for me to add everything together or make sense of whatever she was saying. I breathed in hard and began recalling all my suspicions even though I was not sure if what I was hearing was the truth or my brain was playing games with me.

She realized I was not going to say anything and went to explain. While I was busy thinking she was f*cking Nestor or had gotten tired of me and was looking for a way out; she was actually inventing the life-saving machine that all scientists rebuked as possible. She was out there, my garage to be precise, the one place that I never put Cameras because by the time my contractors were doing the garage I was already sick and I needed the house to be turned into my private hospital.

The door opened and Nestor walked back in  excited, “Did you tell him?” he asked

“I’m explaining, but he is not saying anything,” she replied.

He walked to the side I was facing and knelt down, “I guess you guys met because she was supposed to save you,”

“Nestor, we are not even sure if it is going to work,” Thalia quickly spoke up. “That’s the part I was about to explain to him before you walked in,” she added.

“The machine is going to work, I just called doctor Willson and he wants to see whatever you invented.”

“Nestor over thirty monkeys are dead, we have to tell him the disadvantages before you start lying to him. The machine can kill him!” Thalia yelled at him. They were probably going to start their childish fight again. I began understanding where their tension was from. The third time again I was shamed it was not sex.

From my assessment, Thalia built a machine that she thought could save me but could as well end my life. She was trying to perfect it but my health was deteriorating while she was doing the perfecting. And that’s where she was fighting with Nestor who wanted to plug me into the machine. I slowly turned as they kept fighting and put myself in a seating position. I had no idea where the energy came from but I needed to get all the facts right.