CHAPTER HUNDRED AND NINETEEN
I stayed in that hospital bed for hours on end, my only interaction with the outside world a kitchen maid and the television that was rattling off nonsense.
It only made my boredom worse and I was already frustrated.
What was the point of forcing me back here only to imprison me in this clinic?
I'd tried running out when they brought food for me but they literally sent guards with them.
That was when it occurred to me that something was very wrong.
I tried the window, but it had iron bars, and the door was tightly locked. I could hazard a guess that a guard was standing at the other side anyway, so there was no way of getting out of there.
I messaged Corbin but he was probably on some official business because he didn't respond.
I groaned in frustration, my mind unable to stay one thought for too long.
The TV made a loud noise, well I guess some would call that music, but it irritated me so much that I began seeking for the remote to turn it off.
I looked all over the place: the bed, the compartment where the television was placed, and the boxes on the side of the bed where files were placed.
I wanted to go through them but I shook my head. They'd be dumb to put anything in there, and Xavier was anything but dumb. Having me here was a telltale sign of it.
Angry and frustrated, I went back to the bed with a humph.
I took my pillow and screamed loudly into it, the foam muffling the sound of my frustration.
I didn't want to cry; I'd done enough of that, and my emotions were so raw I didn't think I could shed a single tear.
I made to return the pillow and force myself but I saw the remote.
“Seriously?” I asked the empty room.
I made to turn off the TV, hoping to get a momentary feeling of peace while asleep. It changed from the loud music into an official announcement, and I was forced to wait for it to air.
The face of the newscaster was moved aside for videos of burning buildings and the bold writing of “FREE HUMANS!” “STOP KIDNAPPING AND KILLING US!” “WE'RE THE RESISTANCE!” was written across the burning buildings in red.
I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face, which was wiped away as the focus shifted to Xavier, who was assuring his people that he had this under control, i.e., he held me prisoner in his mansion and would use every means possible to get the details out of me.
He'd shown me that he'd go to any length to get what he wanted, so I knew deep down I was going to a nuclear war with a pen, but I couldn't just give up without a fight.
I went back to lie on the bed, hoping to catch some sleep, but I still left the TV on.
Hopefully, when anyone comes in to check on me, I'll be fast asleep. I didn't have it in me to express any other emotion besides anger and loathing.
I turned and shifted, seeking the perfect position to sleep but I guess with my mind a whirlpool of different thoughts, it was difficult to achieve that perfect spot that one needed for an afternoon nap.
It finally occurred to me that I'd actually gone ahead and gotten pregnant for Xavier.
What's worse was that there was a time when this news would actually make me happy, but in that moment, I experienced a lot of self-loathing and the desire to simply pull out my own hair.
“This shouldn't be happening to me, I did everything right,” I whispered to an empty room like the lunatic Xavier was struggling so hard to turn me into.
Maybe he'd succeeded.
Suddenly, I heard a loud and shrilling sound, and I jumped up on the bed, confused as to where the sound was coming from.
Everywhere, apparently, since I could hear it outside of the clinic ward I was placed in, but also, it was on the TV. A red color had replaced the face of the newscaster who had been rattling off about the weather or something equally boring.
Then the red changed back to a face.
One I thought I'd escaped from forever, the cause of all of this.
Seth.
I hated the alien with every fiber of my being
It was his fault that Xavier was such a ruined person. After failing to kill me, it seemed he was bent on fucking everyone over because as he opened his mouth, things began pouring out of it.
“Good day, people of Zorvath! It's with great sadness that I make this broadcast,” he began, his voice cracking because his connection wasn't secure or Xavier was trying to disconnect it with his tech guys.
“You all have abandoned me in my time of need and given the man that I raised and nurtured the right to imprison me in the house that I built for him.” He continued, bitterness filling his face, voice, and demeanor.
I took my phone as he continued and texted Anna.
If there was a time to release that app, it was at that moment.
“So as you all have refused to insist on the right King and have simply gone with Xavier, who I hereby disown, it is with great displeasure that I destroy this world that we have carefully created. When we came here, they were a primal, wayward species, unable to fully utilize their gifts and allowing petty squabbles to destroy everything they had but we took charge and put everything right.”
“We're doing it now,” she replied and I smiled and focused back on the TV.
“– Nexarion can be found. From henceforth, your addiction to it will be the death of you if you refuse to discipline yourself. Mind you, we don't have this in Zorvath so make sure you take enough for yourself to last as long as possible. It's all in the palace, the door next to the dungeon and the password is G-I-N-A. Yes, it was the name of my first wife and the mother of this insolent, rebellious child of mine. In a few days, if my demands are not met, I'll release the humans from their bondage as well as show them where we hid their nuclear weapons. Let me see how you're going to survive their wrath!" He sneered, his face scaring me.
Then the screen went black.
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