Chapter 16 Thalia's Pov As I walked out of the room, his sorrowful face kept flashing in my mind. His eyes were the sad dest I have ever seen, obviously sadder than mine. But my attention was drawn to what was waiting for me on the other side of the door. I opened the door and was delighted to find myself in a familiar room, one that we had entered when we first arrived at the house. I ran to the main door, opened it, and stepped outside, where it was already nightfall and a blast of chilly air greeted me. He wasn't lying, but I secretly wished he was. I was so used to betrayal that I wanted him to be a liar as well. I wanted him to be friends with Josh. I was expecting cameras to pop up and yell that I had been pranked, but nothing happened after waiting close to a minute. As the chilly breeze continued to strike me, I dashed to the garage, pressed the key, and the car lit up. I walked in fast and without looking back. The first thing I did when I got inside was check the glove compartment, and behold, there was cash. I closed it and started the car, a voice in the back of my head said the gate would not open. but when I got within inches of it, it opened. I was about to burst out laughing when I stomped on the gas and drove away. I stepped on the gas hard and drove away like a l*natic, laughing and checking behind me for any signs that I was being followed. The fact that I was driving on the beach didn't bother me, all I wanted to do was flee. But then a sense of bewilderment washed over me like a bee sting. I slammed on the brakes hard, nearly losing control of the car. After a brief pause, I broke out laughing, I laughed so that tears began running down my cheeks. I turned around to face the back. I was free to depart because, he wasn't coming after me. Because of Josh's treachery, I was seeing the worst in everyone and began to distrust everything. I looked in front and saw tarmac; continuing meant no turning back. Brandon's sorrowful pale face flushed again. I recalled when I opened my eyes and found him watching Josh and the sk*nk, I had noticed his rare beautiful smile. I wondered if it was the first time the smile appeared on his face after he got sick. However, when I decided to back out of the revenge I had completely wiped it away. I was perplexed; he genuinely wanted to assist me, but I was an idiot for failing to notice what was there in front of me. "Think Thalia, think," I kept hitting my head on the wheel. Scr*w you, Josh," I said as I turned the car around. I was not sure if he was going to let me back inside the house or continue with the revenge but I was never going to know if I never turned around. At least I proved I was not locked up against my will and I made him pay for making me watch that sh*t. In minutes I was back at the house, I was surprised to see the gate open; something wasn't right; he was always particular about security, that much I noted. A wave of embarrassment hit me, I was dumb, I swallowed hard and said "No, I believed you overdosed since I noticed the pills all over the floor." I tried to move him but he protested, "Please do not move, I dropped the bottle, and the pills went over the floor. I was just too tired to pick them up," he explained. My mouth hung open as I wiped my tears in shame. I was convinced he had committed suicide. He inhaled deeply as if taking my scent in, the guilty I earlier had allowed him to get away with it otherwise my shoes would have been on his face. We just sat there with me cuddling him like he was a baby, It was odd, he was too close to my breasts, his dumb head rested there as if he owned them. Or maybe I was overthinking and he had no idea where his head was resting? "Brandon Brandon?" I called out but I received no response; all I got was snoring. He was asleep. snoring with his hands locked around my waist in a split second. I contemplated whether or not to push him over, but ultimately chose to wait until he was sound asleep. To be honest, I had never been so close to a man before apart from my ex-husband. But he smelled really good for someone who was sick, or perhaps it was the high-end shower gels and perfume. He also had a full head of hair, which was unusual for someone with cancer because most cancer patients lost their hair at some time. Was it possible that he didn't have cancer? I leaned up close and smelled his hair; it was creepy, but I didn't know what else to do in my situation. I tried to think of anything to occupy my mind as I began counting the crystals on the Chandler. I chuckled remembering how I meant the ps*cho lying in my arms. Was it fate that I bumped into him? Was I meant to lose everything and meet him? But he had less than a month to live? What was the point of meeting him because taking down Josh required years of planning just like the way he planned screwing me over?