Isabella Garcia-shapiro Crying Novels & Stories

2. "What the!!" Isabella stopped her dance as soon as she noted the presence of a long haired man in the cabin "I didn't make her cry. I swear" She said pinching her throat lightly. "She cried??" He asked "A little bit." She said showing her index finger and thumb holding it showing how much little. Baby Sapphire looked between the two people in the room and realising her entertainment has come to an end let out an ear splitting wail. "Its you. Not me" Isabella washed her hands off any involvement in the baby's crying.

People were here and so she did the only thing that came to mind. She dropped the two plastic bags on the ground, disheveled her own hair, and screamed out loud attracting the passersby who were either enjoying the breeze or going for a walk as she sat on the ground and started sobbing. Chris and the man who were still at each other's throats were oblivious to the small crowd gathering around them. Chris was the first to notice as he looked down at Isabelle who was biting her own lips enough for it to pain her and she would bleed and then cry at the pain.

he murmured, “we still need to talk.” I nodded slowly. “I know.” But my mind wasn’t on that conversation anymore. It was on Isabella. On what she might do next. Whatever Kieran had uncovered about her, it needed to be good. We had to end this game—before someone got seriously hurt. Before I could voice any of that, the unmistakable sound of shattering glass cut through the air. Everyone turned. Isabella stood by a broken wine glass, shards scattered at her feet, tears streaking down her perfectly powdered cheeks. Her body shook, her sobs loud and theatrical, like the lead in some tragic play.

Isabella buried her face against his chest and wept. Her shoulders shook as she cried...deep, broken sobs that came from somewhere inside her that was raw and wounded. She cried for the weeks she'd spent without her daughter's voice. She cried for the guilt of having driven her away in the first place. She cried for the emptiness that had filled her home since Lyra had left. Victor held her through it all, his hand stroking her hair gently. After what felt like an eternity, Isabella's sobs began to subside. Her breathing became less ragged. Her trembling slowly stilled.

I stood up and opened the door, she was talking to Emma silently, Emma had a concerned look on her face and stood up from her chair. Isabella then looked at me, her eyes were red and puffy, I asked her, “Have you been crying?” Tears formed in her eyes once again and she started sobbing right where she stood. Emma and I ushered her into my office and closed the door behind her. Isabella sat on one of the chairs in front of my desk and Emma sat in the chair next to her while she held her hand. I grabbed a box of tissues for her and leaned back on the front of my desk with my arms crossed, wondering what was going on.

Isabella! My body reacted before my mind caught up. I was in her room in seconds, shoving open the door without a second thought And looked around frantically, what I saw made my heart stop. Isabella was collapsed on the shower floor, naked, soaking wet, and trembling violently. Tears streamed down her face as she gripped her head, her entire body was convulsing. “L-Luca,” she sobbed, eyes wide with pain. “M-Make it stop!”

I am not sure how, but she managed the situation. "Why are you so shaken-up, honey?" Isabella place her hand over mine the moment she sit down next to me. I couldn't help it. I tried stopping myself, but I couldn't. I wasn't strong enough. I broke down and started crying. Letting out an unlady-like snort. Crying until my eyes burnt and my throat tightened. I was helpless leaning on Isabella's shoulder unable to speak. All I could do was cry.

Just when she was about to break down in tears, a tiny pair of hands held her face. “Aunt Sherry, why are you crying?” Isabel had somehow woken up without her realizing it and came up to her. The girl was looking at her crying face worriedly. Sherry immediately wiped her tears away. “I-I’m fine. I just saw a touching video.” “Adults like to lie,” Isabel said with pouty lips. “It must be that man making you sad again, am I right?” Sherry forced a bitter smile on her face. Isabel gave her a piece of tissue and said, “Crying is nothing shameful, so just cry if you want. Don’t keep it all inside you. Release it.”

Now I had to actually pay attention to whatever nonsense Isabella was about to stir up. “I know I had it with me!” Isabella continued, her voice cracking as she wiped at her eyes dramatically, pulling everyone’s attention even more. “It was in my bag. I checked it when I arrived, and now… now it’s gone!” She looked up, and I could see the tears starting to form in her eyes. Crocodile tears.

Isabella pulled me into a fierce hug, my own emotions bubbling to the surface. “I can’t believe he’d do that,” she said, her voice tinged with anger. “You don’t deserve this, Genevieve. You’re one of the strongest people I know, but this… this isn’t fair.” I buried my face in Isabella’s shoulder, letting myself cry for a moment before pulling back. “I don’t know what to do, Isa. I feel so lost.” Isabella cupped my face, wiping away her tears. “You don’t have to figure it all out right now,”