Chapter 350: Wild Passion_Part 1
Knowing that she had somehow done this to him, Belle became less shaken as she opened the brown medicine box and took out what she needed.
"Raise your head up," she instructed gently as she wiped away the blood so she could clearly see the glass. A lump so huge rose in her throat as she looked at the open wound she had caused. How had she hurt him without realizing it was him? All she had felt was the threat from the shadowy figure and the urge to protect her own life. Never in a million years had she thought it could be her husband...
Belle never knew she could actually doctor him without trembling or bursting into more tears, but she found herself working automatically, as though she had done this many times before. She used a small pair of scissors to catch the tiny edge of the glass that was barely visible through the torn flesh, and then slowly but firmly pulled it out. The more it came out, the bigger it seemed the glass was getting, but if her husband felt any pain, he didn’t show it or make a single sound.
It was Belle who was in pain, almost crying for him. She pulled it completely out of his throat, and it fell to the ground with a heavy thud from its thickness. It was a very thick, long piece of glass with sharp edges. She watched with blurred eyes as the wound in his throat slowly began to close and heal by itself.
Once the gaping wound closed, Belle touched her hand to his throat and felt him clear it before he sighed and said, "That was a great relief. Thank you, love." He took the hand she laid on his throat and brought it to his lips and kissed it.
Belle pulled it back and stood up. She went to get a towel and came back, standing behind him, and she silently began to wipe his wet hair, his neck, and then his face.
"How did you get hurt?" she asked. Though already knowing, she wanted to confirm it.
Rohan leaned back on the chair and relaxed as she helped him dry his dripping hair. He was almost nonchalant about the whole thing as he told her about the things he had found out from her parents and then why he had gone to the old mansion and encountered a dark spirit.
"The spirit was overprotective of Isabelle’s things and demanded I put them back. I think it’s a part of herself she left behind after her death," Rohan said with a thoughtful look. "From what I know, a soul cannot leave a part of itself behind unless a reaper was involved."
A dark spirit, Belle thought, pausing briefly from her task of wiping his hair. Isabelle had started the fire that killed her in that house, according to the rumors. She was a madwoman, said the people who had known the history.
Then why was she disturbing Belle’s life now? Why were Isabelle’s rage and memories seeping into her? Isabelle had killed herself, though Belle was finding it hard to believe that part, yet she didn’t want anything to do with her. Not to mention the spirit she had left behind.
Rohan had said that only a reaper had the ability to leave behind a part of someone’s soul, which was known as a sprite.
"Could it be that... it has something to do with Astral again? Could the reaper have been the one to take her soul?" Belle said out loud for Rohan to hear her thoughts. Things were getting more and more complicated the deeper they dug into Isabelle’s past.
Furthermore, how come this dark spirit’s vision was transferred to her when she wasn’t even there? How had she made herself hurt her husband without even knowing?
"I also had that thought. From what I know," Rohan remarked, aware of his wife’s hand massaging his shoulders now, "Astral had broken many rules before mine that caused the reaper to become wanted and then disappear. I am starting to believe we are all connected somehow because of something the reaper had done, Isabelle, me, you, and then Kuhn... but I don’t know what that connection is, or why you look so much like Isabelle, or why you are glimpsing her life in your sleep."
Not to mention what Lady Louisiana had said and what he himself had witnessed that day when Belle was a little girl, both were different from each other. Something was wrong somewhere, and something was connecting them all together.
Just as Rohan was deep in thought, Belle was too, absentmindedly massaging and wiping his hair.
She had almost killed her husband and Jamie because of Isabelle. That part brothered her more than anything else.
"What did you take from her things?" Belle asked quietly.
Rohan tucked his hand inside his wet coat pocket to bring out the things he had taken, but stopped, a look of disbelief crossing his face before he let out a short laugh. "I’ll be damned. It took back the things I took," he said, turning over his shoulder to add, "I took some of Isabelle’s portraits and diary. I put them right inside my pockets. The spirit must have taken them back somehow when I fell unconscious."
Belle found herself sighing in relief for absolutely no reason that he hadn’t brought Isabelle’s things out, but before Rohan could catch on to that, or before she herself could question why she was relieved, she said to him, "Don’t ever go back there again. You could have lost your life..." Her eyes pricked with tears as she added softly, "And I am sorry."
Rohan got up from where he was sitting, turned, and took her wrist, pulling her toward him. "Why are you sorry, Isa? It isn’t like you told me to go into a house said to be haunted. I went there myself and messed with the spirit. It’s not your fault." He cupped her neck in both palms and used his thumb to lift her chin, forcing her to look up at him.
"You went there because of me... everyone is getting hurt because of me. I don’t want to hurt anyone. I don’t want to hurt you, Rohan. You are my world..." Belle sobbed, biting down hard on her bottom lip.
Rohan’s eyes narrowed at her tearful ones and the guilty rhythm of her heartbeat. "Who else got hurt today?" he asked.
"Angel and Jamie..." Belle whispered, not wanting to say Marchant, as the word itself was the main cause of her triggered emotions. "I almost killed him today in public. Everyone must think me mad for the way I acted, even though I truly believe he deserved some beating for hurting our son."
She told him what had happened and how Jamie had hurt their son, and how she had lost control. As expected of her husband, his eyes darkened with a lethal edge as he said, "I wish you had killed the bastard," because he would have, had he been there, and no one would have been able to stop him. Just like his wife, he wouldn’t tolerate even a hair on his son’s body being harmed.
"How’s Angel?" he asked, his voice sharp as he reined in the surge of temper at the fact that Marchant had dared to touch his boy.
"He’s fine. Evenly said he’s sleeping, but I am worried he will be traumatized," she whispered.
"Don’t worry, the trauma won’t last. He can choose to remove a memory he doesn’t want. He has the ability to do that," Rohan assured her, and he saw a look of relief briefly cross her face, but not completely.
She lowered her eyes. "I acted like a crazy woman today, and I had no control over it. I hurt Rav as well. Everyone is getting hurt because of me, Rohan. I think I’m really starting to lose my mind and sanity."
Rohan watched as a tear rolled down her flushed cheek and her lips quivered, in the same way Angel’s did when he tried to hold back a cry. "When has our role reversed, sweetheart? I was, and still am, the crazy one between us. Don’t take that title for yourself. You are sane. Jonny hurt our son, and you bashed the shit out of his brainless head. That’s totally normal. Let anyone think whatever they want, because to me, you are sane and perfectly alright."
Belle knew he was trying to make her feel better, and somehow, he had managed it. Her lips twitched slightly at how, even now, he still miscalled Jamie’s name by calling him any name that started with a J.
"You shouldn’t encourage me to hurt people, it’s not—" Belle began with pursed lips, but he put on an innocent look and cut in, saying, "When did I encourage that? Tsk, I’m not a villain. All I’m saying is that you can bash off the head of any fool who dares hurt our son next time, because to me, I don’t see anything wrong with that. And honestly, I want to kill John for it too."
Belle bit back a laugh as she blinked away her tears, staring at the man who, no matter her mood, always had the power to make her feel better. He had his way of lightening her up. He stared down at her in return, and she instantly realized she loved him more than life itself, and there was no power in the world strong enough to make her feel otherwise toward him.
His morals were different from the normal people she knew, and to him killing was a totally natural thing. But she had never known until now that a man like that was exactly what she needed, someone who didn’t see her for anything else but his wife, despite the darkness growing inside her heart.
"I don’t want to lose you, Rohan. Don’t mess with Isabelle’s things anymore," Belle whispered.
Rohan smiled. "You can’t lose me. I am somewhat indestructible if I want to be, my love. Isabelle has no idea she’s messed with the wrong person. I won’t stop until I know why she is disturbing you." He promised.
Belle began to part her lips to argue, but he tilted her face up to his and kissed her, closing the words in her throat.