The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon)

Jessica's Pov

Heavily pregnant, dirty, and rotting in a foreign country with no hope. My country dumped me and left me to rot like I was the first person to commit a crime. They allowed Brandon Fraser to throw me in a pit hell without trial. They allowed him to staple on my human rights. I deserved a trial no matter how bad my crime was but every time a day passed I lost hope.

In the earlier weeks, I had tried killing myself but the useless guards walked in on me and placed me in isolation under strict supervision.

It was there where I lost count of how many months passed but my pregnancy kept reminding me that the months were passing. It was huge like I was carrying s*upid twins. I regretted not having aborted the idiot.

Everything was a mess and I just wanted to die. Thalia won, she won, I was sure she was watching me. Sometimes I would kneel on the floor and yell for forgiveness like a mad person. I did not care if it was embarrassing or if she was laughing at me, I just wanted to go back to my country. I wanted everything to stop but no one came to get me.

They locked me up and threw away the keys and the sad part was that no one was looking for me. That reality was what hurt the most. No one, I had no one not even the filthy father of my child who I knew was aware of where I was looked up.

I would cry myself to sleep every night, wishing I would get sick and die but nothing. I was not allowed to mingle with other prisoners because of my suicide attempt. They kept me isolated with little human contact. The only time I saw a person was when they brought me food. Sometimes I refused to eat but they would come in and force it down my throat.

I had no clue as to why they wanted me to live so bad. It was so irritating that they treasured seeing me suffering. Sometimes I thought they were getting paid for every tear I shed or every time I got on my knees begging Thalia to free me but she never came.

Not once did she even show her face? Maybe the room had mirrors and she visited me when I was not aware. I had no idea. Sometimes I could pretend she was there and I would ask for forgiveness. I was losing my mind and I knew it but there was nothing I could do.

The only person that eventually showed up was the guy that she was always with. He walked into the filthy room and I was glad to see him. I actually smiled, I never knew his name or how he was related to Thalia but it was refreshing seeing a familiar face.

I saw hope, Thalia had heard my cries and I assumed he had come to negotiate with me. I was willing to do anything for the possibility of going home to my country.

Most prisons in my country were a luxury for one to spend their last days in. They had soft beds, decent food, aircon or Tvs but not compared to the hell I was in. And with good behavior, I could get out in less than ten years.

A table and two chairs were brought in and he requested me to take a seat. I told myself not to blow my one opportunity. However when he handed me the divorce papers my heart sank. All hope varnished, I got on my knees and began begging him.

He ignored my pleas and handed me a pen to sign. He merely said two sentences which were irritating and kept pointing at the paper. At the back of my head, I thought Thalia was testing me and I began to convince myself maybe if I signed Josh would talk to her on my behalf so I signed the papers.

He got up, grabbed the pen and forms from my hands, and walked out of the room without saying a word. The guards walked in and took away the chairs and tables leaving me standing like a confused fool. Only after minutes passed, not sure if it was an hour, I came back to my senses and screamed on top of my voice. Reality sank in. I missed my only bargaining chip. He was never going to come for me.

I screwed up again, I was so desperate to please Thalia and her boyfriend that I ruined my own chances of ever going back to America and getting a trial. I f*cked up and dropped to the ground crying. I cried and cried until I ran out of tears, soaking wet in my own tears.

How was I the only one that ended up with such fate? They all got their second chances but mine was robbed away from me by Thalia and Brandon. To make it worse they were even deciding for me to live when I did not want to. Where did I go wrong? Why was I so s*upid? Why were they not forgiving me when they forgave each other? I kept asking myself as I walloped myself in self-pity.

More days turned into nightfall with no sign of the man or Thalia or anyone that could speak English. I began accepting my fate and began coming to terms with the fact that I was never going to see my country ever again. The thing I was carrying was never going to get the opportunity to be born in his country.

Why that was okay with Victor, I had no idea but on second thought he was the man that betrayed his son. He had no obligation to the monster I was carrying inside me. I was very sure he was glad I was giving birth to it in the filthy jail.

One morning the guards walked in again and took me to a small room with a TV, a plate of well-prepared Mexican food, and a bottle of expensive Italian wine, my favorite. I had no idea what changed or why they were pampering me. I felt a bit scared and walked to the chair with shaky legs.

There was a note on the table asking me to enjoy myself. Maybe it was my birthday or it was Christmas but I had no idea how long I was there. I slowly poured myself the wine even though I was pregnant, they did not care so why was I supposed to care. I tasted the food and it was delicious and soothing down my throat. It felt like a luxury, the irony was that back home I used to throw away such food.

I did not mind that I was using my filthy hands to eat but they had intentionally not provided me with a fork or spoon. They probably thought I was going to kill myself with it or something. I kept eating and enjoying myself when the screen popped up, attracting my attention.

I stopped eating as I stared at the screen, the video looked live and it appeared to be in a church. From the decorations, I could tell it was a wedding. It was very beautiful with nice decor and it was fully packed. The door opened and a very

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the

beautiful woman walked the

aisle. I could not help but.

dress that she was wearing. I kept wondering why they were subjecting me to a wedding but as soon as I saw the groom, my face turned

stone cold.

It was Josh, happily smiling and staring at the woman like his life depended on it. I began breathing heavily as the food in my mouth turned sour and

dropout.

The stupid man that made me sign the papers stood next to him as his best man. He played me or was I was just too stupid that signed without intimidation... I really made it f*cking easy.

Then I saw Thalia with her ugly little girl in her arms. She was invited to the s*upid wedding too, they became friends while I was rotting. She was smiling and cheering on the new couple.

That was what they wanted me to

see, they moved on and they were living the best of their lives. I sat there and watched the entire wedding as if I was being forced to watch. Like someone had placed gun to my head. If I wanted I would have turned the chair and placed my fingers into my ears but no I wanted to watch. Somewhere at the back of my head, I thought there was a message for me at the end of the video. So I made myself watch and stomach it all?

Josh looked so happy, very happy, I never expected him to turn around his life. He had even lost weight and changed his hairstyle, completely unrecognizable. It was not fair, Josh was a bad person and he deserved to be rotting in jail like me. Including Thalia, she castrated a man but yet the man she castrated invited her to his wedding.

The only person that I did not see was Victor which was a good sign. Maybe they put him in his own pit of hell to rot. Maybe his human rights got stripped away too but I wasn't sure, just the thought gave me some assurance.

The wedding ended and the screen turned black. I began panicking, waiting for my surprise that never came. I was expecting Thalia to pop at the end of the video but nothing, they did not even wave at me or laugh at me.

I went into a spiral and began throwing the expensive food to the ground. The expensive bottle of wine landed on the floor and the tiny sharp glasses got my attention. I saw a way out, and I quickly ran to the ground in an attempt to get the bottle and cut my wrist but I felt a sharp pain below my belly.

I froze for a minute, waiting for the pain to pass but it only got worse. I was hit again and I saw blood running down my leg, I could not stand the pain as I yelled. The guards quickly rushed in and lifted me out o the room. I began yelling, going to the filthy rotting room was not what I wanted.

All I could think about was the piece

of glass that I failed to pick up. I was a total failure a simple job failed again. Then one of the guards informed me I was having a baby.

was in labor, the little demon wat

coming out. They took me to what seemed like a clinic room and after two hours I gave birth to a baby boy. I wasn't sure if it was a boy because I never got to touch him. I heard him crying but never touched him. I kept asking them to give him to me but

they never did.

It was after two days of smelling a familiar cologne when I realized what was going on. It was Victor, he was a free man. I was tied to the bed waiting to be transferred back to the isolation room. He walked in with my baby in his arms smiling. I lifted my head in shock.

"Hello Jessica, meet our son, Harry Nelson," he said.

I stared at his ugly face, my first intuition was that he had come to get me. The fool finally remembered me but when I saw the way he was looking at me. I knew he was only there for my baby. "Do not worry, I am going to make sure I raise him into a respectable young man," he said and kissed me on the forehead.

"You f*cking b*stard, you filthy animal! What are you doing here, put my son down, leave my son!" I kept yelling but he only smiled and walked out of the room with my baby and the guards only watched him. One of the guards walked near to me and said, "This hell is no place to raise a handsome boy like him, you should be grateful the father came for him."