Like today she thought, sighing as she fixed her grip on her blue umbrella.
Today, neither of her friend's mothers were able to drive her home, including Emma, because of her own mistake.
Belle likes spending her time in the library, she forgets the day and the weather, so now she's alone without Emma beside her.
Emma's mom had picked her up early to take her to a doctor's appointment in the city, while Jake hadn't been at school for the entire week, the Harley's went to New York about their new renovation home.
Belle's parents were at work as well, and, of course she'd missed the bus that could drive her home.
She stumbled again, her feet hurting in the heels that Emma had insisted she wore suddenly. She hated heels and now this happened to her today.
Emma had insisted that Belle wore something specific, which was how she found herself in a purple halter top that she'd mostly hidden underneath her pink sweater, dark jean mini skirt that was just the right length for school, and two inch heeled boots, basically, her clothes would have been more at place at a party, not school.
She was slightly glad that there was no homework this weekend, having worked on it in the library. It would have sucked if she had to carry a book-filled backpack after missing the bus in this heavy rain, and while she lived pretty far from the school, the distance was still walkable- she'd done it before, after all.
So, with that thought in mind, she'd set off not noticing that she was being watched by someone.
Unfortunately, being alone like this meant that her mind wasn't distracted by something else, and she eventually stopped, pulling out her ear buds and pressing play on her phone to have something to distract her before continuing the walk once more, wishing, after stumbling for another few blocks, that someone would drive by and offer her a ride home.
Not that she would hear it, though, playing the music loud like she was. The person would have to honk their horn rather closely to get her attention, which was why she didn't hear the car pull to a stop behind her.
"Ow". she said, frowning as she looked down at her foot, seeing that the thin heel had snapped.
I'm never going to forgive Emma for this. I'm gonna kill her!
She sighed, frowning as she thought about how she was going to walk. She already knew from personal experience that it would be hell walking in the shoes, and she wondered if it would be worth stripping them and her socks off or not.
Before she could decide, she left a hand touching her shoulder, as well as a rather muffled call of her name.
"Oh, sor-" she started, turning around while taking her ear buds out.
The words she was about to say died in her throat as she turned to see who it was that had come up behind her, her face pailing as she realized that it was Gibson.
Her mouth moved up and down as she tried to think of something to say. She begged her feet to move, but they didn't seem to want to.
"Belle?" he said conversationally. "Do you need a ride home?"
Her mouth continued to open and shut, her voice stuck in her throat. She was shaking and backed up away from him, almost toppling over from not being quite well balanced.
"No. S-st-st-stay away from me!" She stuttered while backing up, her voice quivering with fear. Why should I fear him? idiot, slapped the side of her head. "You? back OFF!"
He didn't listen, reaching out and pulling her to him before she could call to the ground. "Careful". he said. "I don't think it's quite safe for you to walk home. Come on, I'll give you a ride home".
"Don't touch ME!"
She wasn't given much of a choice in the matter, for he pulled her into his side, arm wrapped around her shoulders, and grabbed the umbrella from her.
His lack of an umbrella for himself was clear as she felt water transferring from his clothes to hers, making her shiver.
Using the arm around her shoulders, he guided her over to his truck, trying to resist, staying still.
"Get off! I can get to my house just fine". said Belle, still stuttering.
"Your heels are broken Belle!" he hissed. "I don't think you should risk twisting your ankle because of the pride you are trying to do now".
She inhaled sharply. "Pride? you think I'm trying to be prideful in front of you? please!"
"So, you said?"
"I'm not proud of myself. I'm about to burn these heels if I want to but these heels belong to someone!" as her eyes on the umbrella Gibson grip in his hand. "Give me back my umbrella!"
He smitten, grip his hand tightly around the umbrella, he will not give her back as she must listen to what he said.
"Don't be so stubborn, Belle. I hate to see you get sick. Again. Never".
She is about to lunge on him to get her umbrella back but Gibson drags her first then pushes her inside his truck.
He folded the umbrella leaving him soaking wet with rain pouring on him, he got inside the driver side, closed the door as she was about to open the door, he locked the door before she could, now she traps inside his truck with him.
What will he do to her now? enough the kissing, enough he left her his marks on her skin, his touch and... raped.
Enough of all this shit.
"Unlocked this door or I kicked right to your ball! (Gibson studied her) just because it's raining doesn't mean I need your ride! (growled) unlock this door you motherf*cker!"
She demanded. "I can". he said softly as he looked at her. "What the f*ck are you wearing Belle? this is school not matching play date".
"I do whatever I want! and I wear whatever I want!"
Belle leaned the right side of her body on the door, her feet were ready to kick his face if he lunged on top of her, but no, he didn't do anything to hurt her nor a touch.
"Look what you did to me". He showed her his wet clothes. "I'm wet and it's raining out there and you still want to fight with me?"
"I will. Especially you!" grit her teeth.
Gibson sighs heavily. His mind remembered the way he acted toward Belle. He almost raped her in the library that day and he scared her.
He wants to apologize but he loves to do that again right now but her face shows him everything, she's afraid of him.
"Stop arguing. I am late because of you (changing the topic) and my wife is waiting for me to come pick her up at her work place. I'd just want to help, you are my student, my responsibility and you alone back there".
Starting the engine. "I will send you home then I will go to my wife, with thank you of course I want to hear from you or your mom".
"If you had a wife then why did you try to raped me!?"
"I apologize for what I did, and I won't take back what I did".
Frown. She spoke. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"You're just a child. When you reach my age you know Belle. Someday. Anything you wanna add to?"
"Yeah. Let me go!"
Smirking. He said. "My wife is everything to me and she looks just like you. Ask your mom. Lovely woman I ever met".
"Whatever! Now let me GO!"
"NO!" Gibson drove the truck ignoring her. "Nice try (her eyes on him) live band and lie". he turned to Belle, smirking. "I was impressed how you convinced her to have them in our school. Carousel? is where you find them".
Belle tried to open the door while the truck was still moving, he noticed. "Don't bother to open that door or I am the one who will push you out from this truck!" he warned her. "Stay silent Belle. I'm not gonna hurt you".
Moments pulled up, Belle tried to get out of the truck once more, she heard him unlock the door, she reached the knob then slid down out of the truck. She slammed the door hard then ran to her house.
Fighting with her bag to get her keys without thanking Gibson. He watched her smile. The minute she was free from Gibson's grasp. Once she got her key out, it took her a few seconds before she could unlock the door.
When she had it undone, she rushed into the house, closing and locking the door behind her. She took a peep behind the curtains, and saw him still watching her as she entered the house.
A minute later, he drove his truck out of the neighborhood. With that she grabbed her bag, and walked upstairs to her room. She leans on the door, sighs. "What the f*ck!" Setting it next to her desk before going into the bathroom. Then, she dressed herself for work.