The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon) novel - Chapter 125

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.