Belle's mother biting her own fingernail, she begins to worry about Belle when she suddenly disappears without a letter or simple notes on the table.

She was afraid that Belle would do something stupid after Emma's death. Like she begins using drugs, alcohol, ecstasy sort of like that to forget that her best friend is already dead.

Who knows right? Maybe or perhaps Belle did that. Or she was looking for Emma's murderer. That was insane!

People will do something stupid for their satisfaction. Well, Marianne doesn't believe Belle will do such a thing behind her back. Belle is an innocent creature, people loved her and she won't.

Her husband, Roger, tried to call his daughter's cell phone, but it turns out Belle didn't bring her cell phone with her that night. She went to the cabin alone.

Both Belle's parents don't know she went to the cabin for revenge for Emma's death. He rubs his forehead. Where should they find Belle?

"Should we call the police, Roger?"

"We didn't know whether she was going to work late at night or sleeping at her friend's house who knows she'll be there".

Marianne sighs, "She never behaved like this before not even... oh, Roger it is because Emma?"

"That girl is dead, Marianne, she had nothing to do with our daughter's behavior. Something must be going on in here that we should find out why".

"What about her school? her friends at the diner should we ask them".

"Asking them? there's a lot of people there. Which one of them Belle had been friends with beside Emma".

He was right. They didn't know who Belle's friends were at school beside Emma. He looked at his wife.

"We need confirmation that all before we report to the police about our missing daughter. Twenty-four hours at least".

Sigh, "That girl died giving Belle a huge shocking impact in her life. Feel it, Marianne, they two grew up together".

"The way she couldn't accept her death was the worst. We can't stay like this, Roger we go out. Find our Belle and bring her home. I don't care where we try!"

The husband nodded and agreed. "Got any ideas where to go?"

"I'm thinking of Coco, her diner friend. We see her first if she knows where Belle is. I'm hoping Belle is with her for one night".

He nods his head again, looks over the watch then he grabs the car keys. He turned to his wife.

"We should go now".

Later. Coco sits and facing Belle's parents, she helps herself with a cold drink and for them just a glass of water.

She checked on her cell phone in case Belle did texting her or leaving her a message or leaving a call while she was at work.

And there's nothing. "I'm sorry, Belle didn't leave me anything. Not even a call. Is she gonna be alright?"

"That is why we are here to know if Belle did actually act weird these days if you notice that we didn't notice through our see. Though she was with you, you know she just lost her best friend, she died".

There was silence, Belle's dad said. "We believe Belle is with you so that she feels comfortable to talk. Her best friend was murder inside her bedroom".

"Oh my god! That is horrible. I'm sorry I didn't know that. She didn't tell me. I swear I didn't know where she was".

"It's okay. We trust you, Coco". said the dad. "We don't know where we could find her, the only thing we can think of is you".

Coco nods understanding. "I don't think Belle will do something stupid am I right? she wasn't like that. She's a great girl, you raise her well".

"Thank you. Like we say has she ever told you something that upset her lately or anything you like to tell us about".

"I do. There is a man who always keeps coming for her and he even threatens me if I try to stop his way to get Belle all by himself. I remember what Belle said, "That guy is her English teacher, that's all I know".

Marianne gasps, grabs her husband's hand, they staring for a while. "You mean that English teacher you say is Mr. Gibson?"

"Yeah, that's him. I know he will do something worse, she gets scared of him when he's around. She even told you that she recently received a gift box even though it wasn't her birthday. Beautiful flowers".

"I do. I thought it was from her friends". said Marianne.

"What kind of friends will do such a thing everyday with an expensive gift box and flowers just for Belle, Mrs. Decker, haven't you thought that? It was him".

Sigh hard, "But he is our former neighbor. He wasn't there when it happened, his married man moving on with his wife".

"Actually yes he was and he's not married, Mrs. Decker all this lies the intention was to get Belle. That is his real plan. He will do anything to get her".

"Oh my God. I even invited him to our house with his wife. Wait? If he wasn't married then who would bring the woman to see us that night?" She turned to her husband. "I don't remember her name".

Coco snickering, "Wow. What a good actor he is. Ever know that he has followed us to L.A? well he did. I know when something is going on, especially when I see Belle's face who was happy with us turn out to be fearful and shocked suddenly. Oh I can read her.

"He is always waiting for Belle outside this diner every night. Hiding somewhere where we couldn't see him that he was there. Funny right". their faces weren't happy at all. "Oh it's not funny, sorry. That's all I can say".

Marianne leaned back, tapping her forehead. "This is all my fault! I should listen to my daughter".

"Yeah well when she doesn't like something or someone there something must be going on. This is not your fault, Mrs. Decker I'm afraid to say this but... I believe she is with him".

This time, Marianne almost passed out. Belle's dad calms her down. "We still don't have proof to submit him to the police".

"What will that bastard do to my daughter!" shout Marianne. "I shouldn't, Roger I shouldn't this is all my fault! I trust people so easily without knowing him, his background".

"Then don't trust men who wear ties next time. I should work now. Whatever happens please keep an update with me, Mr. and Mrs. Decker. Maybe I could help".

The parent nodded, "We will". said the dad with a smile.

Belle's parent went back home later then. Marianne signed without stopping inside the kitchen, her husband read the news in case there was news about Belle being spotted accidentally by people and they reported it to the police.

Anything. Anything he wants to hear, he wants to see as long as his daughter is still alive. Oh he hated to see Belle back home lifeless, escorted by the police and the morgue people.

No. No. No.

"Will you stop, Marianne, you broke everything displayed in the kitchen. It's expensive to break it".

She growled and took a seat in front of him. "I should listen to her, Roger but I didn't because I'm too proud of him because he is the English teacher". she mocked. "How stupid I am. What if it was true that a man kidnaps our daughter?"

"If you had his picture that wasn't a problem. The police will search for him. He lied to us that matter, a married turn out is all fake. He couldn't hurt Belle because he loves her".

"Why my daughter? why not someone else's daughter!"

Marianne gasped, she suddenly thought of Emma's death. "Do you think he killed Emma too?"

"What do you mean?"

"Think! Coco says if we try to stop him for having Belle, he will do anything threatening even killing he will".

"What is your point then, Marianne I don't understand".

"Oh Roger! He killed that girl. I can feel it. Maybe Emma knows that man is obsessed with Belle and he finds what that girl knows. So he sneaks inside her room and kills her!"

Roger leans back, his mind thinking about whether it is possible for Gibson to kill her for Belle. But why?

"Is it theory or the truth?"

"Truth. Roger the truth. Oh my god! What will her mom say about us if she finds out he killed her daughter because of Belle? I don't want to lose my friend, Roger and what will the neighbor say about us. We should move out".

"Marianne calmed down. We don't know whether or not he killed that girl. Stop making a conclusion without proof".

He sighs, folding the newspaper back on the table. "What about that boy, what is his name again?"

"Jake".

"Yeah that boy. Harley's boy. What happened to him?"

"Broken bone, what do you expect jumping up and down".

"We should ask him". there was silence, he spoke back for a moment. "Do you think Gibson almost killed that boy too?"

She looked up, "You say don't make any conclusions yet!"

"I'm just saying what if? He kills Emma doesn't mean he cannot kill that boy too. That boy is our daughter's boyfriend that you are proud about, Marianne oh come on. His family is rich and famous. He had broken a bone before Emma died, both are connected, Marianne".

She said, "You want us to meet this family, Roger, are you serious or are you just being a joker?".

"I'm serious! We heard from Coco now we heard from him. After that we went to the station and made a report for our missing daughter. I'll say when we are ready".

The wife nod, smiled. "Let's do this! for our Belle".

On the road. Morning. How many times Belle knocks her head off on the side of the door, so she decides to not fall asleep for now.

Her legs still sore so Gibson on his chest. With her blurring eyes she looked outside the window truck. This is not Colorado anymore, she turns to him.

"We are we?"

He glanced over at her, "What do you think of your new home?"

"This is not Colorado".

"I know. Still dreaming about killing me?"

"Always!"

He chuckled, "Did you see her in your dream?" shook her head no. "Thought you were. Well darling welcome to Kansas".

"What should we do in Kansas?"

"Living. Working. Learning and raising our kids here". Snort, he laid his hand on her lap, she shoved it away. "Oh you will like it here love". the truck entering Kansas City which amused Belle to see the building and people of Kansas.

She crane her neck out the window truck and smile. "Whoa! this place will be amazing if you are not in here and you leave me alone".

"Sorry darling, get used to it". he drove past the mall building. He saw it. "Beautiful heels, not to compare how beautiful you are than a heel".

She rolled her eyes, muttering. "Whatever!"

"Cheer up darling. Now we are entering the countryside of Kansas".

Later. Arm crossed on chest. The truck is now entering the suburban neighborhood in the farmhouse of Garnett, Kansas. Away from the city that would be great the way he likes.

Half an hour later Gibson turned the wheel on the left where there was a farm house not bad for the city girl like Belle to live in.

From her eyes stood the old lady with a smile welcoming them. Gibson turns off the engine and greets the old lady. She introduced herself as Barbara Miller.

"Ferhat Warren nice to meet you". said Gibson in a smile. "I believe my brother has already settled down in this place. I'm sorry that you must be shocked to hear about us".

"Poor thing, yes. How's your chest? and your wife's leg".

He smiled again, "Still stiff. It hurts sometimes even after the surgery". Barbara looked over his shoulder where Belle was, she nodded a smile.

"She's beautiful, Mr. Warren lucky man".

"Thank you".

"Is she too young for you, Mr. Warren?"

Shrug, he spoke. "We been blessed. Actually it's our grandparent slash matchmaker who wants us to be married. I know my wife since she was three and I already in middle or high school. You know. It will broke their heart if we wasn't".

"Oh, of course. Well sixty-two acres it's all yours now". She pointed around the place. "Shall we take a look inside, bring your wife to". she wink then walk.

Gibson walked back to the truck, he stood beside the passenger door. "Get out now and meet Barbara".

"Make me!"

He smirked, harshly he opened the door and dragged her out. He grip his hand on her arm tightly.

"Don't be stubborn. That old lady is innocent".

"I am innocent too and you kidnap me!"

"Oh honey this is not a kidnapping, we are building our own family".

The old lady staring at them from the door, she shouted. "Is there a problem, Mr. Warren?"

"No. My wife is too shy to come out and her legs cause her to barely walk. I'm gonna help her".

The old lady nodded a smile, she waited for them inside the house. "Come. Let's see our new home".

"This is not where I was born".

"Don't be ridiculous. You weren't. But our kids are. Come! Don't make me drag you straight to the house".

He hissed and touched his surgery chest. "I don't have time to argue with you. Not now. Come on!"

The couple walk toward the house, gently he takes her arm knowing she needs someone to help her walk. Injuries she had on her legs because of him.

They stepped on the porch then entered the house where the old lady stood waiting.

"Are we doing great here?" asked the old lady. Gibson nod yes. "Good. Let's move on to the living room".

Later that. The old lady hands Gibson the key house and her business card in case they need anything or help. There is a phone number which he can call anytime.

She smiled. "Five beds, four baths. Four thousand seventy square feet. Full furniture. Huge but suitable for a new couple to grow a family. I say welcome to Garret, Kansas the way you can build your new life here".

"Thank you. Our future kids will love in here". said Gibson. Belle, eyeing him, is annoyed.

"Of course. Look at all this place. Your future kids will be excited to see it. Anything you can do with this big ground. You can even grow something".

She said with excitement. Gibson nods.

"Appreciate that, Barbara. Thank you. I will come to your office for the documents".

She nodded. "Don't be. I'll send it to you if you want. Well. You two look innocent. I've never given the keys to someone not unsure about the house. Seems you two really need it. You two look very tired I assume".

"Yes we are. Thank you and I'll see you again".

Belle watches Gibson escort the old lady back to her car. With snap the old lady leaves the ground and leaves the couple alone.

He turned his feet walking back to the house. And close the door behind, he smiles.

"I can't believe what she believes. We already took a look around the house, now let's go. We need to buy our new clothes, food, groceries that we need in here unless you rather starve yourself".

"The city is far away from here!"

He sighs, said. "Who says we're gonna drive to the city? there is a small town not far from here, didn't you notice".

"NO! I'm too busy to think how to kill you easily without leaving my fingerprint on your body".

"Well, good luck then".

"Whatever!"

He hears her then smiles. Later that night. Gibson cooks their dinner. There are a lot of questions she really wants to ask him so badly.

Like how did he get this house so easily and the old lady trust him completely. Didn't the old lady know that she was kidnapped and no marriage involved.

Brother? what Gibson means by that. Did his brother know what his little brother was doing in Kansas with a teenage girl like her?

That doesn't make any sense!

"Stop playing with your food, Belle didn't your parents teach you not to". Her eyes look at him as he drinks a bottle of beer. "Eat. I am not gonna poison you with that".

"Why did you do this to me? Huh. Why?"

He laid the bottle aside, "I'm doing this for our family".

"There is no family. How can you live like this and before like that? It hurts me when I find out you killed Emma!"

"Killing Emma wasn't my first".

Her eyes wide shocking. "How many people have you killed?"

"You really want to know?" She nodded yes. "I did it because of you".

"That is not the answer I want to hear".

"Well, that's the truth. All I did is for you, Belle and you didn't realize what happened around you. Because you too proud with your f*cking boyfriend".

She breathed heavily, "Who are they before Emma?"

"No one. Killing people is like my new hobby. I chopped them with axes then buried their body where the police and others couldn't find it".

Chuckle, "I believe you read about it. That doesn't bother you".

"It bothers me because you are the murderer!"

"They had nothing to do with you. I kill them because I know I couldn't hurt you but I can hurt them".

Snort, "You sick bastard!"

"You wanna know the best part is? I kill Miss Elisabeth's boyfriend". snickering. "A man who never appreciated everything she did for him".

Belle gasped for air, "Does she know you killed him?" Gibson shook no. "That doesn't count! Still they had nothing to do with your life but I am". she shouted at him.

"Tsk tsk tsk darling. It will hurt your throat if you shout like that".

Cried, "They are innocent".

"You did this, Belle, you made me do it, you are the reason they die. You are responsible for their death. Don't you understand? it's all because of you".

She shook her head, she reached for the table knife attempting to stab him again. He caught her before she did, then pushed her on the floor as she screamed.

"Enough!" hissing, his chest starts to bleed again. He looked up at her. "Look what have you done. I will break your legs if you do that again, you understand!"

Gritting his teeth, Belle attempts to stab him again. "I had enough. Stop that!"

"You murdered snake!"

"I am. And you live with this snake... forever".