Andriana Belle Decker, a sixteen years old fresh teenage girl in high school, was confused as she tried to figure out what was going on.
It took her so long to realize it happened today, something that, she almost been raped by her english teacher dear Victor Gibson.
In the library.
He's not supposed to be there and why he was there? and how he knew she was there all by herself and how exactly he knew Mrs Gomez out from the library at the same time.
Doesn't make any sense, how will she not notice him coming?
All he was saying about that day was that she left him with her family alone, that she was supposed to be there together and she ended up running away for not facing him that night. Went to the carousel and met with the band.
The point is how does Gibson know where she had been that night while he was sitting at the dinner table with her parents.
She never had been mistaken about him. He traced her, he tracked her down like she was a prey to be fed by the predator.
And that predator is Victor Gibson. He threatens her to tell and loses his own mind.
"Belle? Are you back?"
Belle shut the door behind, ignoring her mom whom she was at the kitchen cooking for their dinner, as her feet hurried upstairs.
She closed her bedroom door behind, dropped her school bag on the floor and went inside the bathroom. She stood in front of the mirror for a minute, scanning herself.
Her mind is blank and completely empty.
The area between her neck, her chest and shoulder was radiating pain as he kissed her there, not as much as when he'd bite her down. But enough that she was uncomfortable.
Still, she needed to be cleaned.
Belle stood there and cried as to what happened to her today. If hadn't Mrs Gomez knocking at the door, obviously he raped her.
Maybe once, maybe twice or forever until she gets pregnant. Even pregnant she believes Gibson won't stop taunting her.
She slapped her cheek for having a nightmare. Taking off her clothes then she walks toward the bathtub.
Turning the hot water as she would be able to stand it, gently she get inside the bathtub and seat there as the hot water pouring on her.
Belle cried there. She didn't notice all the red marks she got from Gibson was visible on her skin and she began scrubbing her body the way he had touched her.
The memory of what had just happened replayed itself in her mind, over and over again.
What will she tell anyone who saw the marks on her skin, what happens if Jake finds out?
"Belle honey are you alright? you didn't answer me downstairs (knocked the door) Belle?"
She wiped her tears. "Coming mom!" quickly cleans her body with soap and shampoo.
"Are you all right?" as Belle swung the door open. "Why do your eyes look swollen and puffy? Have you been crying today, who hurt you? what that Jake who hurt you, where that boy I am gonna kill him!"
Belle snorted, snickering. Gently she pushes her mom aside, she walks to the closets.
"Honey? Did you realize that your skin is red? (Belle turns to her mom) Are you allergic or something?"
Belle shakes head no. "I don't think so, why?" She really doesn't want her mom or her dad to know about this. "Was that bad?"
"Was that bad? haven't you scanned yourself in the mirror? It looks horrible. Your skin has some kind of radiation or sunburn or something like that".
Belle reaches for her pajamas and wears them. "I'm fine actually. I didn't feel radiation on my skin (she lied) really I am".
"Oh for sake! look at you. Not just red marks all over your body, your skin paler too. Did something happen at school that you didn't want to tell your mom. Was that it?"
"Okay fine. I was stuck inside the library as the door suddenly jammed and I couldn't get out". She lied again. "I was alone. The door was broken after Mrs Gomez had left for a while. So, I begin to panic and what if I die there.. alone".
Belle's mom snorted. "No one ever died inside the library Belle. What happened to that door anyway and how did you get out?"
"Mrs Gomez pulled from the outside and I wasn't there alone actually. Mr. Gibson was there as he was looking for a book, and as he was about to leave, the door was jammed".
Frown. "You both stuck inside together?"
"Yeah. This is all the door fault".
"Really? that doesn't make sense if the door was jammed, why did it have to do with your skin?"
"I don't know. Maybe I get a panic attack or something and I try to get out of there. I'm losing my mind. Who will know what happens if you panic".
Belle's mom nodded. "That makes sense. Would you like to go to the hospital?"
"Nah. Tomorrow I will go to the pharmacy for my red skin. Don't worry, it will be gone after a couple of days. I'll be fine. What dinner today?"
Moments later. Belle went to sleep after dinner. As for her parents, they stay up late in the living room.
Belle's dad sits in an armchair around the corner, trying to solve crossing word games on the newspaper. Belle's mom knitting in front of the fireplace.
"Roger? (he turned to his wife) did you notice your daughter acting weird today?"
Shrugged, said. "She always acts weird".
"No. Not kind of that weird. I think something is happening to our daughter at school".
"What makes you think she is?"
Belle's mom breathed heavily, laid the knitted on her laps. "Something has been bothering her since she came back from school".
"What's bothering her?"
"I don't know Roger. I feel it. I'm her mom and I know something is not right!" exhaling. "There are red marks on her skin. It looks like radiation skin but more like a love mark on her skin even on her chest that has those marks".
He looked up from the newspaper. "She probably got a boyfriend perhaps. Her boyfriend did that. What's the problem then?"
"And you wouldn't be mad if her boyfriend did that to our daughter!?"
"You got your love marks from me, what's the difference? Honey? that's normal okay. That what teenagers always do even us, remember your first sex with me?"
Belle's mom snorted. He spoke back. "It was amazing, am I right and you like it".
"Oh Roger stop that! don't make me blush with those sweet memories we had together before Belle was born. We are innocent".
"Yet you like it". smirking. "Oh my Marianne? why can't we have another child after Belle?"
She turned to him. "Because I can't. I was blessed with one child. And I am so grateful (look up at the ceiling) that she is sleeping upstairs silently in her room".
The husband nodded a smile. "Yes she is (Belle screaming) what on earth!?"
"BELLE!"
Belle's parents hurriedly running upstairs to their daughter's bedroom, they found Belle screaming and raving in her sleep. Her mom quickly woke her before she could hurt herself.
"Honey, wake up! HONEY! (Belle eyes wide open) you having a bad dream".
Her dad takes a seat beside her bed. "What happened?" he asked.
"I don't know (she lied) , something is chasing me I suppose". exactly was she had a trauma, and having a bad dream that Gibson successfully raped her in her dream. "Monster perhaps".
She needs to lie, she will not tell anyone about this, not even her parents, Emma, Jake or everyone she knows.
"A monster? What are you, a three -year- old little girl? Oh honey, did that monster really scare you that bad". her mom wiped her sweat. "You look horrible".
Her dad spoke. "I volunteer to make you hot milk. Is that all right? (Belle nod yes) okay". he hurried downstairs to the kitchen.
"Hey dad?"
Belle called him from her bedroom. "Yeah honey?" he stopped what he was doing in the kitchen, looking up at the ceiling where Belle's room was. "What is it?"
"Can I have chocolate milk instead of hot milk? and a glass of water?"
He nodded. "Sure!" moments later. He rushed back upstairs with a glass of water and chocolate milk. "Drink. It feels better and I want you to sleep. There is no monster and you'll be fine".
"I suppose (drink chocolate milk) did I start to hallucinate in my sixteen?"
"No. You just got tired of it all". her mom kissed the side of Belle head. "Finish that chocolate milk. Scream if you need anything".
Belle frowns, her mom snickering. "I'm kidding but I mean it. Sleep tight my precious Belle".
"You two. And dad thanks for the chocolate milk". She smiled.
"Anything for my daughter".
Belle's parents stepped out of the room. She laid the glass beside her bed, cried.
I'am sorry. I have too. Mom, dad.. I have to lie. I can't tell you what kind of dream I have.. and I can't... no one will believe me. But you both will, someday when you understand.
Belle sighs out loud, she lays flat on the bed and sleeps without having another nightmare.