The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon) novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3 

Brandon’s POV 

I felt the bridge sway but ignored it because I was focused on the water, assessing how far it was from the bridge to the river below. However, the swaying continued, and I realized I wasn’t alone.

I shifted my gaze to my left and that’s when I noticed something unsightly; her gaze was fixated on the river below too. She was dressed in a strange-looking sweater, similar to those worn by grandmothers. A hideous outfit and strange brown shoes hidden beneath it. My heart began racing because she was clutching a rubbish bag.

I could only assume she was from having an abortion and was seeking a spot to bury the baby’s remains. I was speechless as 1 clutched the railings and peered at her. She kept creeping closer to me, much to my amazement, but she had no idea that she wasn’t alone on the bridge

The bridge shook with each movement she made, and I was confident it couldn’t support both of our weights, but I just stared at her. She finally got to where I was and brushed her frigid palm on my fingers, causing her to scream in terror.

She was a scary catty for someone who had just climbed an old bridge. She was so afraid that she nearly fell over, but I caught her and she grasped my arms and the bridge began to swing back and forth.

I was certain it was my end but the shaking stopped and there was calm for what seemed like an eternity. I felt my veins pop as she clutched me so firmly, not like I was exaggerating, but I felt them snap, and then there came the terrible scent from

her hair.

The woman not only had a bad sense of style but she had a terrible choice of hair shampoo or she just never washed her hair at all.

She finally let go and looked up at me, she wasn’t ugly, and she had a good pair of brown eyes, but they were swollen like she had been crying for days or even weeks. Her awful hair made me sneeze, and all my spit ended up on her face.

I do not mean the usual spit but the one that contained dark slimy blood, with some greens and grains of my lunch. For someone who was going to commit suicide, I should have gone easy on my lunch.

It was embarrassing but she shut her eyes for a moment before opening them again. To be honest she really had a beautiful set of eyes. I kept my mouth shut and waited for her to react, but all she did was stare at me with sad

eyes.

I knew I was supposed to apologize, but she didn’t say anything, and she didn’t say bless you, so we just stared at each other awkwardly.

She snapped out of the stare, moved a little, and motioned for me to pass behind her, but I remained stationary. “You can pass behind me, there is enough space,” she said without looking at me.

“Who said I was going anywhere?” I responded in a cold tone and drew my cowl over my face as she peered up at me, forcing me to look away. I wasn’t the type to enjoy folks staring at me and feeling sorry for me.

There was a time when I loved it when people, especially chicks stared at my handsome face. I loved the attention and drooling but all that changed. My face was nothing but a pile of grey pale sadness.

“You pass behind and go your way.” I requested her.

“Who said I was passing?” She retorted, forcing me to stare at her p*ssed, even though I had no idea who she was but she began irritating me..

“Excuse me ma’am, but you found me here, therefore I recommend you find another bridge to toss whatever is in your plastic,” I said firmly.

She gazed down at the plastic in her palms before raising her eyes to mine. Suddenly, tears streamed down her cheeks like a waterfall as if I’d said something insulting, I told myself, “This is fantastic.”

“Fine, chuck it, but next time go to an abortion hospital instead of risking your life.” I remarked out loud, prompting her to give me a confused expression that quickly transformed to rage and she began smacking me in the face with the plastic bag

“You fool, these are my clothes!” She yelled out,

As I coughed severely, I shouted back at her, “Why didn’t you toss them in a bin instead of coming here?” My chest felt heavy and painful this time, so I coughed loudly, covered my mouth, and dark clots came out.

Fear crept into me as I coughed, causing the bridge to sway back and forth. She drew nearer to me and took. hers. I was certain the bridge would collapse, but after a few minutes, it came to a halt.

my

hand in

I yelled at her. “Get off of me!”

“Dooh, I’m so sorry, she replied, her gaze falling on my hand. I’m so sorry I hit you; you’re sick, aren’t you?” She inquired as

to if she hadn’t noticed before

I wiped my mouth, turned away, and said. “Would you please get off my bridge?”

“You get off!” she laughed, it was amusing to see a crying face laughing. “You are supposed to be in the hospital, Ain’t you?

What are you doing here?” she inquired.

“No. I’m supposed to be in the toilet which is none of your business, why are you here?” I inquired of her.

“It’s none of your business.” she said

We just

stood there in silence again until it clicked, and we both looked at each other and realized what was happening.

“Seriously, you couldn’t pick a different day?” I became enraged and screamed at her.

“Im sorry, maybe you should have sent me an email when you planned to commit suicide!” She screamed in my ear, I could. see she was annoyed as well.

“Find another bridge, this one belongs to me!” She gave me an order. The woman was definitely a jerk.

I warned her. “You found me here first, so you find another bridge.” In this country, a man can’t even die in peace,” I reasoned

She groaned and peered down below as if determining how far down it was.

“Hey!” I screamed at her and sn*tched her by the sweater. She was not going to out-jump me.

“You’re not jumping first.” I said, coughing. “Your stup*d body will probably get stuck on a rock, blocking my body, and when they find us, they’ll probably think we were lovers who committed suicide together.”

She raised her eyes to me and gave me a strange expression.

She said. “I wouldn’t date you” hurting my ego in some way. I was always used to girls falling for me.

“Why? Is it because Im ill?” I inquired.

“No. because I don’t know you,” she said, her eyes welling up with tears. “All right, you jump first, and I’ll follow close behind. She replied. “Im sure your lovely figure will slide over the rocks, trying to change the subject.

“What exactly did you mean when you said you wouldn’t date me?” I inquired, my voice solemn.

“Why should it matter when you’re about to kill yourself?” She defended herself, saying. “You don’t know me and wouldn’t probably date me.”

you

I said. “I wouldn’t invite you out since you have a poor sense of dressing. Now tell me, why wouldn’t you want to date me?” “I wouldnt date you because you look…… sick,” she replied, looking away from top to bottom and staring back at me furiously

I was speechless and just chuckled but pretended to say, “Thank you for being honest; at the very least, you are the first honest person I have ever encountered in this miserable existence,” as I gazed down at the water, which was much higher than I expected

She apologized, saying. Thank you for being honest about my clothes; I did not mean what I said ”

“Learn to stand up to your own words,” I advised. “I believe you can jump first, and I will follow you.” I added.

“Wait a minute, because I said I wasn’t interested in dating you, you now want me to jump first?” she inquired.

“No. I want to see how deep down it is!” I yelled at her.

Thalia’s Pov