Week day. The door fridge was open and Belle in front of it, sat on the floor reading the magazine. Her hand reached the strawberry, then ice cream and whatever food was inside this fridge she would eat it.
Her mom, Marianne, saw this happen. Approaching behind Belle, hand on the hips.
"Belle? Is this house cool enough for you?" she didn't answer. "Honey, what are you doing? You try to waste my electricity bills for this".
"I'm hungry and yeah this house is kinda hot for me". turn the pages. "You want some ice cream?"
"Chocolate. Thank you". Belle handed her mom the ice cream and resumed reading the magazine.
Belle's mom walks to the sink, grabs the spoon and begins to eat the ice cream at the counter table.
"This is so good. Yes, I admit this house is kinda hotter than yesterday. I don't know maybe the weather change.. suddenly".
Belle nodded, eating strawberries.
"What are you reading down there?" Belle's mom asks.
Belle turns to her. "I can't believe I read all this shit and I enjoyed it. You know there is a new movie coming at the end of this month 'Prejudice Of The Damned'. That's what the movie call".
"Who's the actor?"
"Some skinny guy and the tough one.. always with the bitch". dusting her pants, Belle closes the door then walks to the counter table. "What a waste of Hollywood movies this year".
Belle's mom poured the coffee and drank it. Belle eyes her. "Can I ask you something mom?"
"What?"
"That night? I haven't asked you since. I mean.. how's the dinner with Mr. Gibson and his wife?"
Belle's mom, snickering, said. "It's too late to ask Belle. If you insist, like a normal family gathering dinner".
"Just like that?"
"Well, which part do you want to know? His wife?" Belle nod yes. "Urm, yes. You remind me of his wife, yeah. What I noticed is that his wife looks just like you honey. Of course my daughter is more beautiful than his wife. You two look exactly the same".
Belle reached the cookies straight from the jar and ate it. "Oh honey I almost forgot about that night. He'd been asking you".
"Pfft... did he? I don't think so. So true then his wife look just like me".
"A little bit. Almost I dare say what the difference is (pointing at Belle) you are the most beautiful and our precious. So? imagine that you are his wife and what should I call him. Son-in law?"
Belle jaw drop, said. "You expect me to marry that psycho!?"
"You start it first. We have to apologize to him for what we did".
Belle snorted. "Who's the one who invited him then?" Belle smirks, Belle's mom shakes unbelievable. "If you don't invite him we don't need to apologize. Dare say!"
"I can't believe you change this so much. I'm gonna kill that boy!"
"I would rather be married to my boy than that psychopath who calls himself a teacher". Still Belle had no courage to tell her mom what Gibson had done to her the past two weeks. "Mom? I never liked him".
"Because he's your teacher?"
"No! That's because I don't like him. I hate him and I don't know why I just did since we first met. I met him first in school. Completely hate him!"
Belle's mom takes another sip. She smiled. "All right. What if you do like him, your teacher? Imagine what your wedding was like".
"A disaster. And don't give me hope to like him. It's not gonna happen".
"How did you know his wife looks like you?" ask her mom. "Did he tell you that?" Belle nods. "Really did he, well obviously he let you know that". snickering. "Honey, don't hate him that much, you will still see him in school".
Snort. "Get a grip mom! it's not gonna happen between me and him. For me I know exactly what he is doing and for you he was innocent. I know he is the one who uses that O.G name with those gifts, he likes to see me go insane and he wants me to like him. Apparently I am not".
"I cannot deny it".
Belle grunts. She shouldn't bother asking that stupid question. How his wife looks, what she is wearing, what kind of lipstick color she wears or her dresses but she needs to confirm whether it is true or not, so her own mother confirms it.
Gibson wasn't a liar, she ever knew. He can lie to everyone but he cannot lie to her, she can smell it.
"Enough for that mom. Can we stop talking about him".
Black's cabin. The cabin welcomed a doctor. Gibson's friend from the state, staying in the cabin for a couple of days.
The doctor had the reason why he was in here, he wanted to see Belle right in front of his eyes so that Gibson would never stop calling out her name while they were on the phone together.
Flashback is now shown from her perspective, revealing that Gibson is in fact on his medications and that the supposed love between him and Belle was all in his head.
This girl made Gibson prescribed himself something that she already knew. Reveal Gibson had purchased medications in the pharmacy without everyone knowing it.
His doctor friend asked Gibson what kind of medications he'd take and Gibson never gave him a truth answer, all he said was nothing for the doctor's question.
Since it bothered the doctor's mind, he knew something not right happened to Gibson that he hid it.
The doctor accidentally saw Gibson medications behind the bathroom cabinet, he read the prescription and it's confirmed Gibson had psychosis disorder since he met this girl named Belle.
Wasn't just Belle the doctor wanted to see, it also involved Gibson too. He wanted to see Gibson by himself and how is he doing all alone in this cabin.
And the doctor came at the right time.
"So, your school is having a community fair. Lucky guess I am here for that". said the doctor. "Should I meet her there? parents, friends and the neighborhood".
Gibson walks toward the fireplace with whiskey glass on his hand. "You will see her that day". take a sip. "Then do tell me your thoughts about her".
"I will. But have you realized what you have done to her? I mean you scare her with your obsessed attitude. If you love her just don't do that".
Gibson eyes on this doctor. The doctor spoke back. "If you keep pushing her to you, she will never get near you. Is that what you want?"
"Since when did you become a psychology doctor rather than a surgeon? (smirking) I know what I do Craig".
Doctor Craig shook his head, said. "Haven't you thought about her feelings before you act?"
"Should I? I get what I want!"
"Because you are insane!" the doctor shouted. "You will never let her live in peace! you will never leave her alone!"
Gibson drains the glass, smiling. "I'm f*ck kill you if you say that again Craig!"
"I dare you Gibs! I know what you will think of me now. It was for your own good. You are my friend, brother to me. If you keep behaving like this, imagine how much she hates you".
"She doesn't hate me! she never does".
Snort. The doctor snickering. "Faking your own marriage while you bother her with the gifts she receives from you. O.G? what kind of sick games do you try to play Gibson!?"
"Like I say.. I get what I want!"
"This is not what you want and neither is she. You force yourself on hers, you've touch her and you try to raped her in the library? Do you think that wasn't your intention?"
Gibson eyed the doctor with a small growl. The doctor shake head, rubbing both of his temples.
"Gibson? this is so wrong okay. You molested a sixteen year old teenage school girl because of your obsession. If I was hers.. I don't know what I will do in my life. You told me she did report you and what you give? a fake story about your perfect marriage".
The doctor laughed. "Where did you find this woman to be your perfect wife".
"I got a hunch".
"You got a hunch?" The doctor calms himself down. He knows he will regret it if he tries to fight Gibson after this. "I don't know what to say. Is she still alive?"
Victor Gibson wasn't a man people know as the doctor knows Gibson better than other people know him. Not even Belle. He will do anything to get what he wants in his life, and the best thing is.. he wants Belle.
If someone tries to stop Gibson, we better take a precaution. No one will mess with this man named Victor Gibson, except for this doctor.
"Alive. I didn't touch her (their eyes met) why? Do you think I killed her".
"Obviously". said the doctor. "How much did you pay her?"
"Wasn't your concern I think".
The doctor smirked. "I just want her to be safe from this fake marriage of yours. She's not a doll Gibson, that you can play with and throw away when you don't want to play anymore. She had dignity, a good life ahead upon her".
"And you possessed to become my private tutor".
"I wasn't". the doctor sighs harder than before. Gibson walks toward the window, even in the darkness the view is still beautiful to him. It's perfect. "I am just giving you some advice to not hurt people you know".
Gibson closed his eyes. Imagine hearing a voice running around the cabin.
Smitten he was as he imagined the voice coming from the child's of him and Belle. Belle carries another child inside her. What a wonderful dream Gibson had right now, thanks for the whiskey he drained it earlier.
"I am not hurting people I know Craig. I just want my Belle that all. No one will stop me and I will be a good man for the rest until I get what is mine".
"You always say that and end up scaring her. You were thinking how she will bear all of your child. I mean it is so obviously psychotic of your brain and you have an issue about this imagination which you will never have from her".
Gently Gibson turned back to the doctor, his face changed.
"She will. I'll make sure she begs me more than I could give her. If you know me better than others, you should know there are no women who can't resist what they want from me. Trust me into this Craig. My body was built for this desperate slut!"
"That include Belle?" Gibson's face turned angry, eyeing the doctor. "You say all women. Belle is a woman until she reaches the right age. For now she is a girl. A teenage girl that you are trying to make her life miserable until her last breath".
Gibson clicks his tongue. Smitten again, said. "I will make sure she will never live happier without me. And I also make sure.. I destroyed what she wanted from her life, even that boy!"
"Stay away from that boy Gibson. I am also asking you to stay away from Belle too. She doesn't deserve this. Enough for that".
Smirking. "The games had just started, Craig. I am sure you will love to see how the game is over".