Chapter 137: Fractured Emotions

He sat down beside Isabella's bed, looking at her, feeling emotional. He didn't know what to say or what to do. He just kept on staring at her beautiful face as he started speaking.

“I just hope you wake up and look at me right now. I want you to just wake up and get out of that bed. I miss the lively Isabella. I miss the talkative Isabella,” he said to her as she lay there unconscious. He started tearing up and, as he spoke to her, telling her,

“I'm begging you to just wake up from sleep.”

He caressed her hand as he was looking at her beautiful face, as she closed her eyes and was sleeping peacefully. He was very pleased with how she was sleeping. But he just wanted her to wake up so badly and look him in the eye and maybe call his name.

“I promise you that if you just wake up now, Isabella, I will leave for good. I wouldn't come back. I would quit my job at school, and I wouldn't show my face to you,” he said to Isabella.

“I wouldn't let anybody know what happened between us, and I don't want you to feel guilty again. I'll disappear from your life forever, Isabella. I just want you to wake up right now. If you can just wake up right now, I will disappear, and you will never ever see me again. I would not be a threat to you and Alex's relationship any longer. I will not be a threat to you. I will not make you feel guilty about my job or anything about me. I'll make you forget me for good and live a peaceful life with Alex,” James said to the unconscious Isabella as he started crying. His tears were dropping non-stop as he caressed Isabella's hand, talking to her and begging her to just wake up. He was pleading with her to wake up, and if she woke up, he was going to just decide to disappear from her life. He was going to leave without looking back.

He wouldn't let anybody know where he was going and leave Isabella to live her life peacefully. He promised that he would not let Alex hurt Isabella like he hated. And now, just because of him, he wanted to live for good. Just for Isabella's sake. Only if Isabella would wake up right now and look at him for the last time before he disappeared for good.

He kept on caressing her hands as tears continued to drop freely from his eyes. He didn't believe that he would be able to cry so much because of Isabella.

“What has this girl done to me? What charm did she seriously use on me to make me fall for her this deeply?” he thought to himself as he kept on crying and looking at Isabella, hoping that she would just wake up. Hoping that she would just open her eyes and look at him and call out his name. That was the last assurance for him. The last assurance for him to disappear from her life completely and not make her feel guilty about anything regarding him anymore, he thought to himself.

But Isabella wouldn't budge. She wouldn't open her eyes.

“Why? Why can't she just open her eyes just once? Just this once,” he was pleading with her to open her eyes as he cried more heavily.

“Damn it!” he felt sad.

“Why was I crying this way? Why was I crying because of Isabella? Why was I feeling odd that Isabella was unconscious, lying there? What could this pain mean?” he thought to himself as he kept on crying, looking at Isabella, pleading with her to just open her eyes and wake up.

“Everybody's out there waiting for you to wake up. Even your mom, your dad. Everybody's worried about you, Isabella. Just wake up, open your eyes right now, and everybody will be happy. Everything will go back to normal because you will never see me again. I'll just disappear like I never existed.”

He kept on saying to Isabella, but she wouldn't open her eyes. He felt that any time soon someone might come into the room and he had to leave already. He knew that he didn't have enough time, so he pecked her on the cheek, crying as he caressed her hair. He held her hands, caressed it before he kissed it gently and laid it down on the bed.

“Goodbye, Isabella,” he said before he walked out through the back door.

Meanwhile, Alex was standing at another corner, watching James as he spoke to Isabella and the way he was crying. Seeing Isabella lie down there, he felt really frustrated. He felt like he should just punch James right in the face right there and then. But he didn't want to make his appearance known. He felt angry at how James pecked Isabella on her cheeks and on her hand at the same time.

Immediately James went out, he walked directly up to Isabella and raised her hand. He looked at the hand which James had just pecked and felt very angry. He took a tissue from the table and started using it to clean Isabella's hand furiously. He did it roughly, not caring about how Isabella was lying there unconscious. He was cleaning her hand roughly because he felt angry at what James did.

He touched her forehead, where James had just caressed not long ago, and he felt very angry. He took her hair and started dragging it, not minding that she was unconscious and only supported by life-supporting machines.

“How could you let him kiss you like that? Why did you allow him to hold you? I told you to stay away from James, but you wouldn't listen. Even on your sick bed, you are still jumping at just his touch and his voice. Why, Isabella? I told you to just be with me, not be with James. I hate seeing him with you, and I hate the way he just pecked you on the cheeks and your hand right now. I hate the way he spoke to you and the way he was crying at seeing you lying there. Just wake up already, Isabella, and explain to me what is really going on between you and James. I hate seeing him together with you. Don't you just understand?” he said to Isabella as if she could hear what he was saying.

“Wake up already, Isabella. Just wake up. I know you can hear me. I saw your hand move just because James touched and pecked your hand right now. I saw that you reacted to his touch and his voice. Why can't you react to mine? Is it that I'm not good enough for you? Why can't you react to my touch or my voice?”

He kept on saying to Isabella even though she couldn't hear him. He was very angry and kept on pulling her hair aggressively.

Meanwhile, Rachel was watching him through the glass window without him realizing. She felt scared that he might hurt Isabella more, but she didn't want to alert her parents because she didn't want to stir up trouble. They would think she came there just to stir up trouble, but she didn't want to say anything as she watched him frustratingly pulling Isabella's hair.

She thought that he was going to really kill her today because of his annoyance, and she was scared. She was very scared to even approach him. She didn't know what to say to him. If he could be pulling Isabella's hair while she was unconscious, what was the worst he could do to her if she went up straight to him and confronted him?

Right now she just stood there frozen in place. She wondered if Alex really loved Isabella and if he loved her. Why would he treat her that way even on her sick bed? She thought to herself, but she couldn't say anything. She just felt sorry for Isabella. She felt sorry that Isabella had to be involved with someone like that.

She preferred it if James were to be in Alex's shoes and stayed by her side. Right now she wondered if James had walked out of the hospital already and was waiting for her. But she couldn't move because she felt pity for Isabella. She felt pity for her the way Alex was treating her.

If he was treating her like this when she was unconscious, how would he treat her if she was conscious?

“I have to separate them, no matter what. That's the only favor I could do for Isabella. Even though I know I've not really been a great person to her, I have to do her this one favor.”