CHAPTER HUNDRED AND FORTY-THREE
**TESSA'S POV**
I was on a giant, white bed, my body static and unable to move. I knew the bed was very high because there was a glass above me that showed how far the ground was as well as my heavily pregnant form.
My mind seemed to be in a constant loop of memories that I didn't know how to pause, frustration following each end of the loop.
The first day I saw Xavier as an XYZ tried to insult my mother and me. The time he took me Kayaking. The day he was getting crowned and kept screaming my name like I meant more to him than he let on. The first time he kissed me. The first time we had sex.
Then it took a darker turn.
The first time he broke my heart a tiny bit by letting another woman give him a blowjob while I was in the same house with him. The second time he broke my heart a little more when started treating me like crap just to please his people. The third time when I eavesdropped on that call as he spoke about me as though I was nothing more than a useful trophy wife, like he could never love me if I wasn't useful in some way. Then the final straw, that video of him slicing my father's throat.
Then it went back to him, defending us from an XYZ.
I was close to screaming my head off but I couldn't move, stuck in this violent loop of memories that took me from joy to heartbreak.
Occasionally, I'd get a reprieve, and everywhere would be black, but it resorts back to the same memories, making me notice a new thing each time it happened.
I was frustrated. My own mind tormenting me was something I couldn't understand or accept.
The scream I'd been holding in, scared to be disruptive, I released it.
I shook my head violently, trying to move but it seemed my body was glued to the bed.
Something kept trying to make me calm down, relax, and just take what was happening.
But I refused, I kept on yelling in the pristine white room.
“It's just a few memories, relax. It could have been worse,” the voice, unrecognizable, said, louder with each scream I let out.
My mouth was the only functioning part of my body, as well as my mind, and I used it as much as possible.
I needed something to give, anything.
I couldn't take this anymore. I wondered where everyone was and why no doctor was even coming to check on me. In the back of my mind, I knew this wasn't real but I couldn't figure out a way to escape it.
Was I being drugged?
I screamed till my voice was hoarse and then each time the memory would start, I started singing in my head.
I didn't mind that I was acting crazy but anything was better than seeing that image of Xavier cutting my father's throat like it was nothing.
I refused to see that again.
Suddenly, the glass that I had been staring at broke.
On instinct, I rolled from the bed, not knowing that I'd been freed from whatever was holding me down.
The force with which I rolled gave me a push, and I didn't even realize how small the bed actually was, so I fell off the bed.
And began to fall, endlessly.
Until I blacked out.
“Fuck! Fuck! Thoraya!” I heard Doctor Fanny’s voice, screaming for the nurse.
Everywhere was noisy and the room looked strange. Like it belonged to someone instead of the normal hospital bed I should be in.
“What's going on?” I asked as I looked around the room, the machines beeping wildly and the medical staff running around like crazy.
“What are you waiting for?! Inject her before he gets back, you fool!” Doctor Fanny commanded the nurse who was fumbling with a syringe.
“Wait, inject me with what? Before who comes back?” I demanded, startled by the scene unfolding in front of me.
The silence from both of them was atrocious and I couldn't help but feel a tingling in my brain that something was wrong.
“Xy’thern!!” I screamed as the nurse finally filled the syringe with whatever drug they were about to put in my veins.
“Shhhh, just wait for her to put it in. It's for the baby!” Fanny shushed me, coming around to hold my thrashing hands.
“Let me go! Xy’thern!! Xavier!!!” I screamed, wondering why he wasn't hearing me.
Then they finally succeeded in injecting me and as fast as an eye blinking, I was back to the hell I'd just escaped.
“Welcome back,” that horrible voice echoed, its villainous laughter echoing with new images that attacked my brain.
This time, it wasn't my memories but images of traumatizing possibilities.
Xavier killing me.
Earth getting destroyed.
Seth resurrecting from the dead and coming from me.
My child dying inside me.
I screamed again, this time, louder than I've ever screamed.
***
Thankfully, I wasn't glued to the bed again this time but my problem was my fear of heights.
I thought Xavier making me fly the jet with him had solved that problem, but each time I looked down the abyss that the bed stood atop, my heart froze, and my body screamed at me to get back to bed.
My stomach, swollen and heavy, wasn't making things any easier, which made no sense because when I was awake, it was swollen, but not as humongous as it was right now.
Whatever those bastards had injected me with, took my personal fears and magnified them a thousand folds.
Then it occurred to me. This was just like Xavier’s test before he was crowned King.
I knew that if I jumped out into that deep end, the possibility of escaping this white hell was high.
But then, what if I was wrong?
The voice that had been laughing at me had shut up amid my screams and shouts.
But I could hear it now, small, far but its words were clear.
“It's best to stay where you know it's safe than to jump into what you have no idea what you'll meet down there. You might even die!” It screamed the last part.
That strengthened my resolve. Whatever it was that kept me in here was doing so because I gave it the power to keep me here.
I'd escaped before and I'll escape again.
“Well, anything is better than staying in this place with a voice that can't even be bold enough to show its face,” I snapped, and before I could think twice about it, I jumped into oblivion.
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