CHAPTER HUNDRED AND SEVENTEEN
"Sorry, kindly say that again, I didn't hear you clearly,” I replied in a straight tone. I was looking at him like he'd grown a second head or maybe I was the one who did because what he'd just said made absolutely no sense.
How many states of being dead existed? I knew they had alien technology that was so complex it repaired my father's ruined leg but it hadn't gotten to the point of resurrecting people. So his words made absolutely no sense.
Besides, I know what I saw. That video was seared into my mind for life. I refused to think about it, acknowledge it or let it send me into a deep state of depression but each time I wasn't thinking about anything else, my brain played it for me on a constant loop.
So he had to be joking.
“Well, remember how my father did that video with my features to make people believe I was the one that got your brother killed?” He asked as if I could reply to the stupid rhetorical question. I didn't so he continued with what he was saying, “Well, I used that technology to send you those videos so you could come out of hiding,” he finished with a smile.
He actually had the audacity to smile? Like he was so proud of what he'd done. There was no atom of remorse, he was genuinely proud of himself.
“What kind of sick, repulsive tactic was that?" I hissed, my chest beating in an uneven motion.
“I didn't know what else to do! You didn't even give me any chance to understand you. One moment we were happy and running to safety from my lunatic of a father and the next, you're betraying me by pouring moonlight dust in my face and disappearing into the winds!” He exclaimed, his eyes squinting in frustration.
Was he actually putting this on me?
I cleaned my lips again, the feeling of revulsion passing through me again. Why wasn't this horrible journey coming to an end? I didn't even realize we'd gone so far from the mansion. But then I guess with three car trips out together, it made sense but I was feeling heady and already seeing dark spots and my emotions were not feeling any better.
I refused to acknowledge Xavier's words or the fact that he had just won this time around.
I didn't know what to do with the poison in my hairpin anymore; my father wasn't dead and all of this had been a plot to get me to come rushing to him.
I'd give it to him, he was quite a tactical genius. The sex dreams didn't do it for him so he dove into the deep end, using my most precious family against my family.
I made the decision to make sure Anna never got out of the resistance.
“Are you sure you're okay?” He asked and I groaned in irritation.
I literally had just thrown up and he was still asking if I was okay?
“"Seriously, Xavier? Do I need to spell it out for you?” I exploded in his face, not minding that there were other people in the car. “Malnourished, traumatized and covered in vomit, are those not sufficient hints that I'm not fucking okay? Oh, what about the fact that you had sent me a video of you slitting my father's throat and now he suddenly wasn't dead because my life is literally a joke to you?”
He breathed deeply and reached out to grab my hand.
I felt repulsed by the way my body vibrated at his touch.
What was wrong with me? Was I attracted to this type of treatment?
I quickly took my hands away from him and went impossibly closer to the car door even though it meant I'd be looking at the road again.
I'd rather throw up a million times than admit to wanting his touch.
I'd definitely gone completely mad. The man was a psychopath and yet, covered in vomit because of him, I wanted him to take me in his arms and tell me everything would be okay.
Thankfully, I still had a bit of common sense and I stayed away from him in my corner in the car until I slept off.
***
I woke up in a hospital bed, the one I'd been on two times already, and the first sight that greeted me was my father.
I flew out of the bed with speed.
“Dad!” I exclaimed in shock and excitement as I tackled him to the bed he was sitting on. “You're alive!” I shouted and hugged him tightly.
It felt like he was going to disappear if I left him for a moment. I still couldn't get the image out of my mind but I had a better one in front of me
“Tessa, please don't break my husband's new leg,” my Mom barked at me and I turned around and hugged her tightly as well.
Their shock and rigid reaction told me they were not aware of what happened, but shouldn't they be a bit happier to see me?
I took a step back and looked at my mom
“Momma, is something wrong?” I asked in confusion.
“Where is your sister?”
“Sorry, I can't say that out loud here but don't worry, she's safe,” I whispered to her.
“She's safe? After this stupid stunt you pulled, the best you can tell me is that she's safe? What is wrong with you?!”
I took a step back.
“Stunt? Wait, you think I'll do all of this without a genuine reason?” I asked, confused about their demeanor. “Besides, weren't you guys arrested for treason? How come you’re back here?”
My mom rolled her eyes and walked past me to sit on the bed.
“He just did that to show people not to do that. I told your father to burn that library but he wouldn't listen. Anyways, all we had to do was sit down for a video shoot and we were forgiven,” she narrated and I breathed out shakily.
Xavier was a criminal mastermind and a psychopath; that was my only conclusion at that moment.
“Oh Momma, you don't even know the half of what has been happening,”
I sat down and launched into as much details as I could but I let them know what Xavier had planned for us, especially with Roe's pregnancy.
Deep down, I'd expected my narration of the past events would flip back their weird mood but instead, I got the opposite.
“Wait, you nearly got yourself and your sister killed just because you didn't want to follow your husband to his home planet?” My Mom screamed at me and it was like tension had taken a vice
\-like grip on my heart and squeezed everything out of it.
What was wrong with my Mom?
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