CHAPTER 349: YOU MAKE ME CRAZY, ISIAH DUNCAN!

As Lexie’s consciousness teetered on the edge of oblivion, engulfed in the aftermath of brutal assault, the pain from her deep injuries echoed through her fading awareness.

In the silence of her unconscious state, the world around her became a distant murmur.

Time passed, marked only by the soft cadence of her breath. And then, as if emerging from the depths of a haunting dream, Lexie slowly opened her eyes.

The brilliance of an unfamiliar light greeted her, momentarily blinding her senses.

She blinked, the world gradually coming into focus with each deliberate flutter of her eyelashes. The surroundings, foreign and indistinct, unfolded before her.

A place different from the one where the merciless onslaught had unfolded.

Lexie’s disoriented gaze swept across the unfamiliar environment as her mind struggled to piece together the puzzle of her circumstances.

Lexie sensed a presence beside her. Despite her attempt to move, her body remained unresponsive, locked in an unfamiliar stillness.

Panic welled up within her, and with a voice barely above a whisper, she uttered, "Am I... am I dead?"

Suddenly, a presence leaned towards her, and Lexie, in a gasp for air, struggled to focus her vision.

She blinked several times, as if to dispel the haze, before her eyes settled on the face before her.

A mix of shock and recognition washed over her, and she stammered, "Is... Isiah?"

The name escaped her lips in fragmented uncertainty.

Yearning to convey more, Lexie found herself at a loss for words. Closing her eyes, a deliberate act to shield herself, she hesitated to gaze upon Isiah.

In a departure from the norm, she discovered an uncharacteristic reluctance to meet his eyes.

Struggling to sit up, tears welling in her eyes, Lexie’s gaze fell upon her bandaged form.

Pain surged through her face and body, a visceral reminder of the brutality she had endured.

With a measured breath, she mustered the strength to speak, her voice tinged with both vulnerability and resolve, "Can you... get out of here, please?"

Isiah silently occupied a spot on her bed, initially, his face , unnoticed by Lexie.

As her gaze traced the contours of his face, a revelation unfolded – his countenance etched with a haunting agony, a familiar hunger .

Surveying him, she became acutely aware that the events transpiring during her unconsciousness were nothing short of gruesome.

Despite her weakened state, Lexie gathered the courage to voice a question, "Do you... want my blood? Is that why you are here !"

Even in her debilitated condition, Lexie couldn’t ignore the unsettling look in Isiah’s eyes.

The proximity of his presence affirmed her suspicion that his need, whatever it might be, was connected with her.

In the pregnant pause that followed, Isiah offered no verbal response.

However, Lexie, recognizing the unspoken dynamics between them, quietly uttered, "Isiah... you want to do it..Right!."

Isiah rose from the bed, making his way to stand beside the window.

His gaze seemed to extend beyond the confines of the room as he voiced his frustration, saying, "You keep calling my name. Always. Even in that state. You keep apologizing, as if I’m going to forgive you if you do that."

The irritation in his tone was palpable. "And... what the hell, I keep hearing it even when I’m miles away from you."

The edge in his words revealed a deeper irritation.

Lexie’s tears blurred her vision, rendering it unbearable to gaze upon Isiah any longer.

With a trembling sigh, she buried her face in her palms, seeking refuge from the overwhelming emotions swirling within her.

The weight of her tears mirrored the heaviness of her heart, as she grappled with the surrealness of the situation.

She couldn’t discern whether she was experiencing a hallucination or trapped within the confines of a vivid dream.

The mere thought of pretending that nothing had happened felt inconceivable to her fractured psyche.

As Isiah silently retreated from her life, leaving her to wrestle with her new environment , Lexie embarked on a solitary journey of suffering that stretched over the course of a month.

The traumatic events that had nearly claimed her life left her questioning her sanity, as doubts and insecurities gnawed at the edges of her consciousness.

In the wake of such harrowing experiences, the notion of entertaining thoughts of Isiah seemed akin to madness.

Lexie’s words tumbled from her lips in a frenzied rush, her voice trembling with a mixture of desperation and anguish.

"I don’t want to talk to you, or think about you, or even see you! I can’t believe that when I thought I was dying, the only thing that filled my mind was you, Isiah. You, the sole focus of my pathetic existence!"

Her breaths came in short, ragged gasps as she grappled with the torrent of emotions threatening to consume her.

"I just kept apologizing, knowing deep down that you would never forgive me. Yet, in my delirium, I clung to you like a lifeline, offering you the last desperate gasps of my existence. God, I must be insane!"

Her voice rose to a fever pitch, bordering on hysteria, as she berated herself with relentless fervor.

"I hate you, Isiah! I hate myself even more, but I hate you for being the one constant in my twisted, miserable life!"

Each word dripped with venom, as if she sought to expel the torment lodged deep within her soul through the sheer force of her hatred.

Lexie’s breathing became erratic. She clutched at her disheveled hair, a wild look in her tear-soaked eyes, as if desperately trying to grasp hold of sanity slipping through her fingers like elusive strands of reality.

"I am so stupid! So fucking stupid!" she exclaimed, her voice now a desperate whisper laden with self-loathing.

With a sudden surge of unrestrained emotion, Lexie’s anguish erupted into a primal scream that reverberated through the room.

It was a sound born of raw desperation, a cacophony of pain and frustration that shattered the oppressive silence.

"I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE!" she bellowed, her voice echoing off the walls with a ferocity she had never before known.

It was as if every suppressed emotion, every unspoken fear, had been unleashed in that single, guttural cry.

Trembling with the intensity of her outburst, Lexie collapsed, tears streaming down her cheeks in a torrential cascade.

It was the first time she had allowed herself to fully confront the depth of her emotions, to acknowledge the tangled web of feelings that had ensnared her heart.

Isiah observed Lexie’s outburst with an air of detachment, his expression unreadable as she unleashed her torrent of emotion.

He remained silent, a passive observer to the turmoil unfolding before him, his gaze unyielding even as she poured out her heartache and anger.

As Lexie’s tirade gradually subsided, Isiah finally broke his silence, his voice devoid of emotion as he spoke. "That rage... you can do something with it now," he remarked, his tone detached and clinical. "I think you could understand, for a bit, why ...."

Exhausted, Lexie found herself leaning on the bedside stand, her strength depleted by the emotional maelstrom she had just unleashed.

With great effort, she managed to find her voice, speaking in a hushed tone.

"I understand now," she murmured, her words bearing the weight of newfound comprehension. "I understand how scared and fragile you were in that crowd when you were killed mercilessly."

Lexie shifted her gaze to her own hands, contemplating the gravity of his look .

With a sense of heaviness in the air, she inquired, "Your eyes, your whole body is shivering with hunger. How many people did you kill, Isiah?"

Isiah, still enveloped in an aura of detachment, met Lexie’s gaze with an inscrutable expression.

His silence lingered, stretching the moment into an agonizing pause before he finally spoke.

"I’ve lost count," he admitted, his voice a low murmur..

Lexie’s sudden shift in demeanor was palpable as she raised her hand, gesturing for Isiah to draw closer.

Her voice, once filled with anguish and rage, now held an unusual calmness as she softly said, "Come here."

Lexie’s astonishment grew as Isiah complied with her gesture, drawing nearer but stopping short of sitting on the bed.

Instead, he stood before her, his gaze steady and unwavering. Without hesitation, she reached out and gently took his hand, urging him to join her on the bed.

Isiah yielded to her silent invitation, lowering himself onto the bed beside her.

With a strength born from sheer determination, Lexie’s trembling hands found their way to Isiah’s towering frame.

Despite her weakened state, she pulled him closer to her, drawing him into her intimate space until their faces were mere inches apart.

"You make me crazy, Isiah Duncan," she whispered, her words a soft confession tinged with both frustration and longing. "I don’t even know what to think anymore."

As their faces remained close, and the weight of her actions pressed upon her, Lexie found herself barely able to breathe.

The intensity of the moment, coupled with the proximity of Isiah, left her gasping for air.