Day in the cabin. Gibson laid flat on bed, naked chest, short sleep pants and right of his hand crumpling the picture of Belle and Jake kissing on the dance floor.
Still mad about it. Never did he expect that could happen right in front of his eyes.
Outrageous shit!
Last night he had lost his mind. The doctor took an early flight this morning because of their fight and the doctor also got the last minute call from the hospital that he had to be there immediately.
Gibson couldn't sleep well either after they posted this picture online and went crazier around people.
Forgive and forget. That was what the doctor said to Gibson after they two had a fight. As a matter of fact he could neither forgive nor forget. He can't snap his finger and forget what he had been through together with Belle.
Just he can't. She is everything for him. He could die if he's not with her, she's the angel of death, if she takes his life, he's dead.
He put his hand on his naked chest, suddenly he felt sharp pain through his heart as he remembered that kisses, painful, such a painful to see, bleeding and she betrayed his love.
How can she not see him? He was right there for her all the time. Yet, she chose Jake.
This is some kind of repayments she gave to him for everything he had done for her. Instead she torture him deeply inside.
She will never be forgiven unless she begs him. Yes, he makes sure she begs him more than he could give to her. He cannot waited to see it happen
Gibson sighs harder, for a couple of minutes. He's up from bed and taking shower.
"Will you stop running, honey!?" shout Belle's mom as she sees Belle quickly bolting out from the house.
Emma's mom was driving the girls to school this morning. Belle slings the bags on shoulder heading towards the car. The door slammed shut, she breathed.
"Having a nice dream huh?" Emma smirked. "You know what Belle just hopes that no one tries to kill you today in school because of that".
Emma's mom turns to the girls. "Why does everyone try to kill Belle?"
"Because of the kissing picture they posted online. Belle and Jake tie knot".
"Impressive. Congratulations my dear, you just blew your own dirty secret".
Moments later. As Belle climbed out from the car, she noticed Gibson's truck wasn't there where he usually parked everyday.
And as the day went on, she finally began to relax as she realized that Gibson wasn't there today, a fact made all the more prominent with the substitute teacher in her English class.
This little fact had a clearly seen affect on her attitude, though neither of her friends commented on it.
It had been a while since she was happy, and they guessed that she was glad to see her parents always on her side.
Neither of them realized the real reason for her happiness was because of the missing teacher, the very one they often teased her about, saying Gibson had a crush on her.
Belle knew that, if they had any idea of his obsession with her, they wouldn't be so quick to tease.
Belle's final stop of the day was a visit to the library, where she picked up some books that she'd been meaning to read, as well as several that were required for her to read for class.
She was slightly subdued for that trip, doing her best to make sure that she was either in an area where people would see her, thankfully for her, she only had to do the latter once, in order to get the third book from her required reading list.
"Ms. Decker?" Mrs Gomez dragged the chair and seat. "How are you today? impressive by the way you and Mr. Harley are claiming what you two are. They even posted online, your pictures are everywhere but I didn't try to make sense of what you are doing. At least someone knows that".
Belle looks up at her. "What do you mean someone knows that? I don't understand Mrs Gomez".
"My dear. I know what happened here that day you and Me. Gibson alone while I was away. I make myself clear Ms. Decker. Did he touch you?"
Belle blink, she spoke back. "You were so pale as I looked at you, I noticed there was a missing button on your clothes and red marks on your skin. I don't think that you are having a panic attack because of the door".
Belle laid the book on the table. "It was him wasn't it? What is he trying to do to you Ms. Decker?"
"Nothing (she lies) nothing at all".
She couldn't said that Gibson had raped her. What if Jake finds out and others find out. Where should she put this face around people?
"When I was having a panic attack I turned like that. I was like that is what you see that day".
"What about the red marks on your skin?"
"Same. I went to the pharmacy and the doctor said it was rashes like freckles". She shows her skin. "I am fine now. The doctor gave me some antibiotics, cream for my skin".
Mrs Gomez nods understanding but still she won't believe the story Belle made up, she smiles.
"All right then I'm glad to hear that. Enjoy your reading Ms. Decker". pushed the chair then walked toward the book.
Later in the evening. Belle shut the door then stood outside the car beside the passenger side where Emma was.
She smiled. "Thank you so much for doing this Mrs Evigan. But please keep this secret from my parents. I think".
"Of course your parents know that Belle. It's on the internet and the neighborhood probably won't stop talking about what they see".
Belle scratched the back of her head, clicking her tongue. "I don't know Mrs Evigan. They didn't say anything about it. Which is.. they might approve of my relationship with the Harley's".
"Probably dear. That wasn't an accident. He kissed you, that boy really loves you. I hope Emma will find her mate like him".
"I am not a werewolves mom, why should I find my mate? I will find my mate but not now.. someday". smirking. "I just can't wait to graduate and see Belle in her wedding gown. Exciting isn't it".
Blushing. Belle waved toward them as she walked to the house and watched the Evigan's drive away from Decker's house.
Emma kept her eyes on Belle until she couldn't see her anymore and the house. Then she turned to look at the road once that happened.
Before they turned off the street, Emma noticed the truck that belonged to Belle's absent teacher today, and narrowed her eyes a bit.
What was Mr. Gibson doing near Belle's house? she thought to herself, then shrugged the thought away.
He was parked in front of a house several houses away from the Decker's. In front of a house well known to belong to an old couple. He's probably just visiting the old couple he knew.
A pair of eyes watching the car drove away. Gibson was under his hiding place. He chose to park his truck in front of the old couple's house for not being a suspect or a midnight stalker, even worse than the serial killer.
He know Emma's mom drive Belle back home, so he was prepare for this. He quickly got out of the truck and moved forward to Decker's house without being detected.
Belle locked the door behind her, her parents weren't home yet, heading straight up to her room, where she dropped her bag on her desk chair and went into her bathroom, shutting the door behind her.
She didn't notice that her door started to close when she walked into the room, only becoming aware of it when she heard it close.
Curious as to had closed her door, she finished her business, washed her hands and opened the door to the bathroom.
The moment Gibson was inside the house, he heard Belle singing from one of the rooms.
She's out of the bathroom wearing her bathroom robes, drying her hair. Still not suspicious about the door going closed or whatever, she went out.
Her eyes widened as she saw Gibson in her room, since she knew that there was no way for him to get into the house. She had, after all, made sure to lock the doors.
Backing up until she hit the sink as he stepped forward, she realized, foolishly, that she's trapped herself in there.
"Belle?" he said in a low voice.
"What the hell are you doing in here?!"
She turned, going to grab something to throw at him or she must fight him, but, before she could even get her hands on something, he grabbed her by the waist, pulling her to him.
She fought against him, having more room to kick her legs and use her arms to fight him. Stronger than she was, he was able to get her through the door without much trouble, though he did find her flailing limbs a bit troublesome.
The only strength she had, Belle stretching out her legs and kicking him between his legs.
She was about to jump for happiness as she did, but surely he would attack her if she was so happy and did not notice him.
She saw him grunted, growl in pain, both of his knees dropping on the floor holding in.
"Damn it hurts!" his lips stuttered. "Why do you do that for!"
He screams echoing in her room, she feels like trying to kick him in his face but no she won't, kicking between his legs was enough pain for him.
His face is red and sweating as he bears his pain on the floor. "F*CK!"
She reaches for the hair dryer as her weapon, in case he pounces on top of her, which she can hit his head with that dryer.
"I called the cops if you were standing up Mr. Gibson!" Even when she is angry, she never forgets how to respect him as a teacher. "No more mister nice guy!" gritting her teeth. "I had enough of you! what the f*ck you doing in here and how do you get in here?" she asks, aiming the dryer right in front of his face.
Gibson studied her face. "You will pay for this! this area forbids you to kick in, is where you will bear my child as ever I want".
"Go to HELL!"
"Only you are coming with me".
She grip the hair dryer in her hand firmly, she really wants to hit him unconscious on the floor then call the police to let them have him.
Instead she remembers that he had a wife at home waiting for him to come home. If he said so, then what the hell is he doing in here if he had a wife at home.
"Explain yourself!" She shouts.
Gibson holding in. "The truth!" He shouts at her back.
"About what!?"
He looked at her, slowly he reached something that could help him stand up. She could see how shaking his legs were as he bore his pain.
Still, firmly gripped the dryer on her hand. "What!"
"It's all over the Internet. What are you trying to do that makes me jealous?"
"That wasn't your business!"
"I had the right to know!" his angry eyes on hers. "So true then.. you both are a thing?"
Slowly he sat up trying hard not to whimper in pain at how sore between his legs was, wiped his sweat all over his face.
"Thing? we are not a thing! we're a couple, a happy relationship and it has nothing to do with you!"
Gibson walked toward the sink, washing his face. He spoke. "That is not the answer I want from your lips my love".
"It's my answer that you hear now".
He walked to her as she backed away. "Don't do this to me Belle. I forbid you to have a relationship with him".
She crosses her arm on chest, snickering.
"Get out of my house Mr. Gibson. I ask you politely please leave this house".
She pointed at the door. "I respect you as my English teacher. Nothing else between you and me. Certainly you just scare me away by trying to raped me and I know you have a good heart inside you Mr. Gibson..."
"... that you didn't do on purpose".
He knocked his own breath with the action she showed him, he tried to walk towards her more, wanted to force his kiss on her lips, but he backed up.
Gently Gibson left the room without a word. Take a quick glance over Belle from her bedroom door.
Seconds later, she heard the front door open and close. It was only after that happened that she finally moved, shocked, she dropped herself on the floor.
Cried.