Pale Gibson drives his truck with Belle beside him. The couple left the cabin and went to the middle of the road at night.
Long journey on the road wasn't an excuse to escape, both Gibson and Belle seemly tired and wounded after they try to kill each other inside the cabin.
She takes a glance over at him , one of his hands holding onto chest trying to stop the blood from pouring out more and more.
Yes. She stabs him on the chest but not exactly on his heart. She missed it. And yes he is still alive and driving this thing out of nowhere. Hearing him growling quickly she turned over on the other side of the road.
He smiled as he caught her staring at him without his notice. "I am not going to die yet. Just not yet".
"Hoping you are". she muttered. "I could grab that wheel and we both die so you can't have me like I was hoping".
Smirking, "Really?" He challenged her.
Suddenly Belle grabs the wheel, the truck moves unsteadily almost hitting another car on the other side of the road. He controls the wheel steadily, shoveling her hand from the steering.
"What the f*ck you doing that!"
Losing his own breath, hand touch back on his chest again. "We need to tend to ourselves at the pharmacy, something. We cannot stay like this wounded".
"Whatever!"
"Your leg? how is doing".
"Great. I can run and stumble. You f*cking shoot my leg!" she screamed. He smiled, wanted to laugh but it seemed his deep injury would not allow him to, just smile. "Don't you f*cking smiling at me, you kill my best friend you f*cker!"
He sighs, blood from his chest still won't stop pouring out, "Language please, Belle it makes my chest tickle and hurt". he breathes again.
"A'ha. There is our pit stop for now". from afar they saw a signboard which said 'Pharmacy'.
Gibson pulled over and killed the engine. He turned to her.
"Don't you dare try to run or seek help and I will kill them, including you if you try!" he warned her.
Belle growled slamming the door shut, she suddenly out of his view as she dropped both of her knees on the ground.
He could hear her groaning down there because of injuries of her leg he shot earlier back in the cabin. Shaking his head.
"Told you". he shut the door and walked to her. "Need help?"
"F*ck you!"
"It means yes then". rolled his eyes.
Grab her around the waist even if she tries to push him, he can't let her go. She needs him to get inside.
"Stop fighting me, Belle, we need to get our wound done". he walked to the counter. "We need help boy!"
"It's a doctor to you, Sir".
"Don't care!" Gibson grit teeth. "Help us. We were robbed in the middle of the road and we needed stitches so my wife too".
"What the f*ck!" Belle pushed him harder as he mentioned her as his wife.
"I can't do surgery for you both wounds in my pharmacy. That wound seems very serious to me and I should call the ambulance for you two".
"NO! No ambulance just stitches that should do".
"You both could die out there with this serious injury. I called the ambulance".
Gibson tries to stop the doctor. Belle laid her hand on his chest begging him to let the doctor do his job.
The doctor was right, they could die if Gibson rejected the ambulance, she wants to live but Gibson has to go.
"The ambulance will be here in hours but I can hold you two down for a moment".
Gibson sighs, "Good. Stitch us then. I drove to the hospital as best I could".
"There will be a long journey and look at yourself, sir you can't drive like that". said the doctor, pointing to Gibson's chest.
"Just do it!" he demanded.
Belle screams inside, pleading and hoping the doctor would notice that she needs help more than Gibson.
Perhaps the doctor should call an emergency line like 9-1-1 and the police. She needs to be rescued.
"How long does it take for the stitch?" asked Gibson to the doctor.
"If you are not screaming or not feeling anything that wouldn't be long".
"Whatever!" Gibson eyeing Belle. "Can you stitch her leg first?".
Earlier in the cabin where Gibson had tied her up on bed. Gibson found a pain killer inside the cabinet and swallowed it while drinking the tap water to reduce the pain on his chest.
The room covered both Gibson and Belle blood all over the floor and carpet. He glanced over the watch.
"We got to go baby girl. We cannot stay in this cabin anymore. They will find us here. Let's go!"
He turned to her then snickering. "Oh, I forgot to lose that tie". studying her figure. "You look sexy in my bed darling".
"Go to hell!"
"Unless you come with me then we go to hell. Together". he said softly. "I want you to forget all you've been through these days. Emma is no longer alive. Forget your parents and forget your beloved boyfriend".
Her eyes wide, he spoke back. "Just you and me in this world. You understand baby girl?"
"I will understand if you turn yourself in to the police. Your crime, your murderer and your kidnapping then we go our separate ways. I'll go mine and you go yours".
Gasping for air, he studied her again. "Which word you didn't understand? well of course you are still sixteen".
"Just sixteen but not stupid. Let go of me and get your dirty finger away from me!" his finger accidently brushed on her wounded leg, she hissed. "F*ck you!"
"I'm sorry. Listen to me baby girl. I give you a chance to do as I say and you will be able to contact your parents under my watch. If you don't, say goodbye to them".
Scoffs, "You threatened me?"
"I don't. But you will regret it if you find out the news where your parents are dead".
"You won't dare you bastard!"
Giggling, "Try me baby girl. I kill your best friend. That's the easy way to do it. I sneak inside her bedroom and kill her. And I got your boyfriend too". smirking. "That was fun actually seeing them like that. Fear and death".
Screaming lifting. Her eyes lifted when the truck Gibson drove entering the hospital ground. There is a police right there... talking but she couldn't do anything to save herself.
She has been threatened, afraid that he will hurt people she loves the most, especially her parents.
Everything on her mind is messing up. She can't find the answers to her questions. Her eyes were tired and felt sleepy after the doctor gave her drugs.
They reach the hospital ground safely. The police notice. "Help us, Sir".
Later moment. The hospital staff pushed Gibson and Belle into the separate surgery room for their injuries. The surgery takes a day for Gibson while Belle for an hour. The surgery went successful and sent them toward the ward room for the next result.
As the day passed, Gibson eyes wide open, awake from his unconscious surgery. Starting to panic when he sees no Belle around him.
What did they do to her while he was all alone? Did she run? Did she go to the police and tell them everything?
NO! It can't be.
Gibson's eyes wander to his own wrist, unexpectedly there are no cuffs on his wrist. Which means...
"Are you awake?" his eyes at the door. Belle is standing there. "You lucky to be alive or else I will ask the doctor to kill you while you lay on that surgery table".
"Belle?" He tried to get up but didn't budge, she then dragged the chair and sat, smirking. "How's your leg?" he asked.
"I still can walk. Still stiff. But not as fast as you think and don't ask me to run it won't budge". He nodded and understood leaning on the board bed. "Careful".
He sighs, "Did you...?"
"Doing stupid things? No. Even if there were police around this building, that was my opportunity to run actually but I didn't".
She looks over her shoulder at the police and the doctor approaching them. She turns to Gibson and whispers.
"Play along". she said.
The police stood in the middle of the room, eyeing him and Belle with interest. Smirking.
"Your wife told me everything, Mr. Ferhat. She reported that you two were robbed on the road".
Gibson didn't say anything if he did, that could be all the lies.
"Thank you, Officer. I don't know what to do when they attack us that day. I lose my mind when they stab my husband, shoot my legs and steal everything, even our wallet".
"I understand, Mrs. Ferhat, for now you two are safe. Where are you two heading after discharge from hospital?" ask the officer.
Belle smiles. "Home I guess. We're going home".
"You lie to the police". exactly when they left the room Gibson asked her. "Why?"
"Because you are the reason I lie. For the sake of my parents' life I sacrifice to be stuck with you".
Smiling, "Where did you get those names?"
"From the novel I read". her eyes up to him. "Your name is Ferhat Warren and I, Asli Warren and yes we are married".
She leaned on a chair. "But I didn't lie about my age. I told them that my parents blessed our marriage".
"The police bought that?" she nodded. "Good. What else they asked".
"Everything. Why it happens, when it happens, why my age is blessed to marry you, is it legal. Blah.. blah... blah.. you know how it work".
He nodded again, and she spoke. "Don't be so happy after what I did".
"I'm just glad you're staying. You know exactly what I will do to them. Your parent".
She rolled her eyes, "Whatever. Your threats are the worst I heard since. If you touch my parents..." her eyes to the life support machine. "I swear I'm gonna unplug and let you die!"
"We should get out of here as fast as we can. I don't want those police coming back in here and asking a lot of questions about the robbery which doesn't exist. Make sure you don't slip your own name to them".
Sigh, she spoke. "I believe my parents will look after me after my disappearance".
"They are not!"
"Why not I am their only daughter that you kidnapped!"
Gibson doesn't want any argument with her again, his chest still burns, hurt and pain. He laid flat on the bed.
"Stay".
The next morning. Gibson and Belle are discharged from the hospital by his request. He didn't pay the bills but his brother, Doctor Craig did.
He finds out soon Gibson awake from his surgery. Belle couldn't stand for long terms, her leg still wounded, sore and in pain. She took a seat near the counter chair as Gibson got settled in.
Doesn't know what to do with her life now. Where should she start, she can't run nor can she escape from Victor Gibson's grip.
Not now. Not today. Maybe later. Maybe now. Her life sucked and stuck with him. Forever.
"Your name, Sir?"
"Ferhat Warren". He points at Belle. "And my wife, Asli Warren". He smiled proudly.
BELLE!
Her eyes wide open looking around her. What kind of sick dream is this? she was supposed to be in the hospital but where is she now?
She was surrounded by white room and her clothes hadn't changed at all. The weird thing was her leg doesn't feel pain and she can walk normally like she used to before Gibson shot her leg with the crossbow.
A familiar voice calling out her name. And she knew that voice, it was...
"Was that you, Emma?"
As her eyes looked around the room, something was blurring. And something approached her with a smile. Her curious face dropped to happiness and turned out to be sad when she saw her standing right in front of her.
Alive.
"Hi Belle". said Emma. Healthy and alive. Belle takes a step forward. "Are you feeling okay?"
Belle shook no. "It's alright. You are not dead but I am. You were sleeping inside Mr. Gibson truck after he settled down at the hospital".
"Mr. Gibson. Truck. Hospital. What are you talking about, Emma I don't understand".
"You finally found the truth, Belle, you found my diary. And I've missed you". She smiled.
Belle cried, remembering. "He'd kill you! He killed you!"
"What can I say? My body no longer belongs on earth. That is why I am here".
"What kind of this place? Heaven".
Emma shrugged, "I don't know. I never figured it out since I arrived here". her eyes to Belle. "I should tell you the truth from the beginning, Belle and I try to act like heroes and keep the secret from you to save the world and my thoughts were wrong. I die.
"I had no chance to say until this... he got me first than I do".
"You idiot! You bitch, Emma why? You should tell me and nothing will happen to you. You shouldn't keep it alone".
Feeling ashamed, Emma sighs. "To protect you, yes. I will always keep you protected. You knew it was him all along and I didn't convince you even actually I knew it was him".
"It makes you damn stupid then!"
Emma chuckles, "I am". cupping Belle's face. "What does it feel like to be shot by the crossbow on the leg?"
"F*cking hurt! how did you know that?"
"I saw everything from up here. It's like I'm watching a movie when you stab him on the chest. Upset me he didn't die".
Belle looked around the room, nothing she couldn't see, just an empty room with these two bitches standing in the middle of it.
"There's no screen in here, not even the cable. Are you an angel of something".
"I didn't say I was the angel. I don't know. Aren't I pretty? compared you saw me alive".
"F*ck you! Yes, you are. I miss you too".
She nodded, smiling. "God I hate to say this. Oh my god did I say 'God'? seriously. Oh my god! It happened. I just know there is a God".
She laughed. "You will hate me after this because he loves you no matter what. I couldn't change it. Sounds like faking but there is a reason why God makes him find you".
"No matter how hard I try to fight him?" Emma nodded, Belle spoke again. "This is not my faith, Emma god hates me that is why he sent him to me".
"God never hates his creation, Belle oh my god I can't believe I say this". laughing. "You cannot run, Belle. I know he killed me but... what else can I do to help you?".
"Nothing! you help me with nothing because you are dead. I can't accept a murder of my best friend in my life, are you insane!"
Emma shrugs, clearing her throat as her eyes scan the room. She smiled a bit.
"I guess I'm stuck here forever". her eyes back to Belle. "Enjoy your life, Belle, when you have a chance".
"I can't".
"I accept mine. My faith is to be killed by Mr. Gibson. You are my sister that I trust, will you promise me to look after my mom, Belle?"
She cannot say anything. Emma spoke again. "I know it's hard. I'm always with you, Belle, trust me. One day you will understand when you start losing him".
"I love to see it".
"That is not what I meant. You will lose him when you start to love him. You will find out soon enough. Almost".
Belle saw her figure fading away, she begged Emma to stay with her or take her with her that she doesn't care as long she wouldn't come back to Gibson grip.
Emma out of her sight, trying to reach her but failed. She jolted from her sleep when the tyre bumped into something.
She wiped both of her eyes and looked around. The truck is still moving out of nowhere, and the worst Gibson is driving on this thing.
He caught her eyes. "Are you awake? bad dream".
"Where are we?"
"Nowhere".
"That is not the answer I want". Gibson didn't reply to her. Her eyes back on the road. "I dream of, Emma".
Chuckles, he spoke. "Really? what does she say?"
"That she upset you didn't die in the cabin where I stabbed you. She watches us, you know. See everything".
"Even if we have a sex?" her eyes shoot at him in anger. "Why is she not seeing it? Could be fun. She will know how strong I am inside you".
She punched him in the face. He grunted. "Stop that! Send my regards if you dream of her again, tell her I have no regret".
"Wish you died!"
"I heard that before. I didn't. Just sleep, I will wake you if we arrive somewhere that we should call home".
Belle sighs harder, and lays the side of her head at the door before she falls asleep again.