Days later with Roger and Marianne Decker in their house without their beloved daughter, Belle.

It's been a day since the couple had a report about Belle's kidnapping and the culprit is Victor Gibson. The police begin to search Belle and Gibson around quietly not to alert the kidnappers.

Cup of coffee at his hand surely he understands what day it is. Wearing his cotton blue bathrobes. The news begins spreading throughout the neighborhood about Belle and Gibson.

And how did they find out anyway. The Decker's don't know how it spread so fast.

Eight or nine in the morning, something like that. All he thinks is about Belle's safety at the hand of that culprit. Will she be okay? Did he give her food?

Both Roger and Marianne couldn't sleep thinking all this. Why did Gibson choose this family in this matter and why Belle!

He must believe Gibson will not hurt Belle, of course he won't hurt her. He is sure about that, Gibson loves his daughter.

Belle belongs to her family and justice to Emma. Sometimes he thinks about why Gibson must kill Emma to get Belle. This is so.. disgusting. Since then Gibson starts to think or decide to kill Emma because of Belle.

He then walked towards the porch exactly when the postman was about to drop the mail inside the letter box.

He approached. "Morning, sir. Your letter. Have a nice day". Roger smiles and watches the postman walk to another house. He then walked back inside the house.

"Is that a letter?" asked his wife from the stairs. He nodded. "The weather is kinda cool today, have you noticed, Roger".

He looked up at his wife. "How do I look right now, Marianne the news says it dropped eight degrees". he wrapped himself. "Same as usual".

He took a seat on the armchair but suddenly changed his mind. He drops the letter on the table without looking at it, not knowing one of the letters belongs to Belle handwriting to her parents.

"It's cool out there, Roger, are you sure you want to stay outside again?"

He didn't answer as he closed the door behind. One of the neighbors greeted him with a smile.

"Roger?". the man approached him. "How are you and your wife? I'm sorry after hearing this, the neighborhood sort of obsessed about it. I'm sorry". he patted his back.

"I have no word for that, Ethan". he sighs. "Thank you for asking that. Me and Marianne (bite lips) I don't know where should I start first, what happens to our family right now is outrageous".

He cried. "We didn't ask to happen either". Ethan rubs back on him, he said.

"This isn't your fault nor Marianne, Roger none of this is your both fault. How is your relationship with Jared's wife after that news spread? does she know that right, her daughter".

"That's the whole truth, my family killed her daughter, Ethan, how I am supposed to do it!"

"She cannot blame you for that. That man is the reason her daughter died, not yours. She must know that Belle is in his hand right now. Fifty percent she must be alive or fifty percent she isn't".

Roger looked up at his face. "I believe she knows that too. Gibson killed that girl because he knows she is the reason why my Belle hates him. She is my daughter's best friend! How couldn't I stand this".

"Did she meet you both recently?" Roger shook no. "I understand. She is totally upset about her daughter dying at the hand of her teacher. Let me talk to her if you allow me".

"For what? there's no need to explain as the truth has already been told. She already hates our family! That girl is the reason she is still alive till this day after Jared dies and now the girl is gone. Will she live?"

"Enough of this, Roger I'll tell you what, what about we have a drink tonight at the bar if it's okay to you".

Roger shook head no again. He would rather stay at home tonight than go to a bar where people are still gossiping about his family and Gibson.

He can't take that anymore. "I understand that you will think that we are trying to avoid your family because of this matter. At least Norman won the golf last night, he lost his wife too and in the meantime he's gay".

Roger suddenly burst into laughter.

Norman Whitman lost his wife not because she is dead but she left him knowing that her husband is gay since the beginning. Divorce is the best way to move on.

And now Norman Whitman had found his own true love. A man. "Congrats him and no. I'll stay tonight". Ethan nods.

"Hey, no force alright? I understand". he smiled. "I'll see you around then".

Ethan left. Roger walks back inside the house. "What that, Ethan?" ask his wife.

"Don't worry. He's not a kind neighbor who is gossiping around. He just asked me how we are doing".

She sighs, "Nothing has changed. Belle still hadn't come back yet". he took a seat on the armchair, his hand reaching for the letter he left on top of the table.

One by one letters and bills are dropped back on the table until this letter that makes Roger stunned about it. His hand shaking recognizes the handwriting in front of the envelope belongs to Belle.

He opens the letter in a rush, Marianne notices. "What is it?" he didn't answer. "Roger what is it!"

"B.. B... Be... Belle!"

His lips stuttering, she snatched the letter from her husband's hand and read it. Shocking.

"This is from Belle!"

π·π‘’π‘Žπ‘Ÿ π‘€π‘œπ‘š π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π·π‘Žπ‘‘. 𝐼'π‘š π‘ π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘Ÿπ‘¦. 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 π‘ β„Žπ‘œπ‘’π‘™π‘‘ π‘‘π‘œπ‘™π‘‘. 𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑑 π‘šπ‘’π‘Žπ‘› π‘‘π‘œ π‘‘π‘œ π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘  π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘˜π‘  π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ β„Žπ‘’π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘‘. 𝐴𝑠 𝐼 π‘˜π‘›π‘œπ‘€ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘π‘œπ‘‘β„Ž π‘€π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘™π‘œπ‘œπ‘˜π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘šπ‘’ π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘“π‘–π‘”π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’ 𝑖𝑑 π‘œπ‘’π‘‘ π‘€β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’ 𝐼 β„Žπ‘Žπ‘£π‘’ 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛.

π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘‘β„Ž 𝑖𝑠 π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ 𝐼 π‘Žπ‘š 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑒. 𝐴𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒.

𝐻𝑒'𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 π‘‘π‘Žπ‘˜π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘œπ‘“ π‘šπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘  π‘”π‘œπ‘œπ‘‘ π‘Žπ‘  β„Žπ‘’ 𝑖𝑠. π‘Œπ‘’π‘ , 𝐼 π‘Žπ‘š π‘€π‘–π‘‘β„Ž π‘€π‘Ÿ. πΊπ‘–π‘π‘ π‘œπ‘›.

Marianne drops the letter in tears. She couldn't read the letter anymore. Roger noticed that his wife was about to pass out, he snatched the letter back from her, continuing...

π‘Œπ‘œπ‘’ π‘‘π‘œπ‘›'𝑑 β„Žπ‘Žπ‘£π‘’ π‘‘π‘œ π‘€π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘Ÿπ‘¦ π‘Žπ‘π‘œπ‘’π‘‘ π‘šπ‘’. 𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑑 π‘Žπ‘ π‘˜ π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘ . πΈπ‘šπ‘šπ‘Ž'𝑠 π‘‘π‘’π‘Žπ‘‘β„Ž π‘€π‘Žπ‘ π‘›'𝑑 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘π‘™π‘’π‘š 𝐼... 𝐼 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒 π‘šπ‘¦π‘ π‘’π‘™π‘“ π‘‘π‘œ 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑑 π‘€π‘–π‘‘β„Ž π‘€π‘Ÿ. πΊπ‘–π‘π‘ π‘œπ‘› π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘›π‘œπ‘€ π‘œπ‘›.

π‘π‘’π‘–π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ 𝐼 π‘Žπ‘ π‘˜ π‘šπ‘¦π‘ π‘’π‘™π‘“ π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘  π‘‘π‘œ 𝑏𝑒 β„Žπ‘Žπ‘π‘π‘’π‘›π‘  π‘ π‘œ π‘žπ‘’π‘–π‘π‘˜ 𝑖𝑛 π‘šπ‘¦ 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒. π‘‡β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘œπ‘›π‘™π‘¦ π‘€π‘Žπ‘¦ π‘‘π‘œ π‘˜π‘’π‘’π‘ π‘šπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘™π‘–π‘£π‘’, π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘šπ‘’π‘ π‘‘ π‘‘π‘Žπ‘˜π‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘‘ π‘π‘Žπ‘π‘˜ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘›π‘œπ‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘” 𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑙 β„Žπ‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘š π‘šπ‘’ π‘–π‘›π‘ π‘‘π‘’π‘Žπ‘‘.

𝐼 π‘Žπ‘š β„Žπ‘Žπ‘π‘π‘¦ π‘€π‘–π‘‘β„Ž π‘€π‘Ÿ. πΊπ‘–π‘π‘ π‘œπ‘›. 𝐼 π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘™π‘™π‘¦ π‘‘π‘œ π‘€π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘‘π‘œ π‘π‘œπ‘šπ‘’ π‘π‘Žπ‘π‘˜ 𝑏𝑒𝑑 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘‘π‘–π‘šπ‘’ 𝑖𝑠 π‘ π‘’π‘π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘‘π‘–π‘›π‘” 𝑒𝑠. 𝐼 𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑙 π‘€π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘‘π‘’ π‘Žπ‘”π‘Žπ‘–π‘› π‘‘π‘œ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘π‘œπ‘‘β„Ž.

π‘ˆπ‘›π‘‘π‘–π‘™ 𝑀𝑒 π‘šπ‘’π‘’π‘‘ π‘Žπ‘”π‘Žπ‘–π‘›. πΏπ‘œπ‘£π‘’, π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘‘π‘Žπ‘’π‘”β„Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ, 𝐡𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒.

Roger drops the letter on his lap as he eyes his wife. How is it possible that Belle will write such a stupid thing like this? A stupid confession.

This is fake.

Belle will not write like this cause they all know she hates Gibson very much. What makes her mind change and what she thinks she is doing.

"We will not take our report back to our culprit. This is final". said him.

"She asked us to do that?" ask Marianne.

"Sake of her life. Yes".

"Then we go to the station and take our report back, Roger I just want my daughter back!"

He shook no, said. "Gibson will not harm her as long Belle didn't fight him. Even if she did, he will not try to hurt her". he stared at his wife. "What would you think if we take our report back against him will he return our daughter back to us?"

"At least we try!"

"We are not going to because I know he wouldn't". he sighs harder, leaning on back. "Just pray nothing is wrong with our daughter. At least we know who she is with".

His eyes studied the letter again and the envelope, something that he could trace where they had been by this letter.

"There was nothing I could do. There is no stamp post or something light on this envelope that might sure we could know where they are staying".

He tried to sniff the envelope, Marianne looked at him with disgust. "That's gross, Roger!"

"I am trying to investigate where this comes from. An obsession will do anything am I right? and beside Belle will write to us again if she behave".

"That is so sick bastard!" she screamed. "I just want my daughter back".

Sigh. "I've told you not to encourage him because of what he does to our neighborhood and look what he did to ours. He stabbed behind us, he betrayed us and had our daughter as his possession. What do you think he can do to her".

There, silent for a moment, she spoke. "I was afraid he would touch her". cried Marianne. "I don't want him touching my daughter!"

Gibson sat in his study room while Belle was nearby him. He couldn't let her out of his sight. She reads the book and in the meantime she takes a glance over at him. In anger, she cursed him under her breath.

"Which part of my figure that makes you interested to touch". he noticed her. Looking up at her with a smile. "Soon you will be my wife and why not practice to be one".

She mocked him. "I don't want to be your wife. Sadly I really want to kill you!" grit her teeth.

"Yet you didn't". Gibson hissed and touched his chest. Clearing his throat. "How are your legs?"

"You mean fifty percent that I barely run myself from you. I'm fine!" shutting the cover book then placing it back on the shelves. She studied the room. "When will I get to write again to my parents".

"You just did". he said. "When I have my mood you can write to them again"

Belle crossed her arm, "When? when will I write to them according to your mood!" he smiled.

"When you give your best way to behave, especially towards your future husband, then I give you permission to write another."

Smirking. "As long as they know that you are still alive. But not to worry they will not find us here". She studied him.

"You think I was so stupid to let the stamp post show on top of the envelope cover? if it did it never shows where you at. It says America or the United States, not Kansas".

"Kansas is part of the Midwestern. F*ck!"

Snorted. "Language". he pushed the chair and walked to her. "I'm a grown up man. I'd never make a mistake, even if I did I would never regret it. This stamp is private, only me and the post office know what this thing can do".

He wink. "And so whatever. I always prepare darling".

"It's been almost a week. You can't keep me here. I will protest. I'm young. I'm strong. I'm sixteen. I need to learn. I need school and graduation. Friends. Although Emma is dead still I had a friend to miss".

Gibson sighs. "By chance you will run from me. Don't be ridiculous. Future wife doesn't go to school. No graduate. A wife should bow to her husband. Never ever I do that for you even if you beg for me".

"I really hate to plead. I still want my own graduation when the time comes you must let me go".

Their eyes met. Gibson nodded to himself. "Very well. I will not let you. I prefer online study, I can buy anything you want. Laptop. Internet. As long as you are here right in front of me".

"I hate online classes!"

"I can teach you English".

"Please!" she suddenly begs for him. "I just want to go to school. There is nothing I ask, you take my whole life so be it.

"You're ruining it. You crush it. What I need is... freedom. Deserved happiness".

She breathed, "Can you ever make me happier than this, Mr. Gibson? I lost everything I had with me. Do you really want to see me sad and uneducated".

"How about being a mother of my child? Then I'll let you go to school".

"You cannot expect me to have a child at sixteen!"

Smirking. "Why not? Everything had to be done or follow my order you will have your new friends at school".

"What is it?"

"Gone soft huh". chuckles. "I hate the way your tone talks to me before. Sarcastic word. Cursing. I will allow you to graduate with a condition".

He stood in front of her and kissed her forehead. Eyes met again. "Be my wife and mother to my child".

"I can't".

"Then say goodbye to your school. If you obey my word I let you but... you will go to the same school as mine. I'm the teacher and you are my student. And they must not know that we are married. I've got plans and you must follow for our future ahead".

She shook head, said. "Having a baby in school is bad. I don't want when the time of my graduation I carry a baby in my arm off the stage".

"People did this before, Belle gosh you are so beautiful". he brushes his thumb on her lips. "That is the condition whether you like it or not. Everything you did in school I must know, who your friends are, who you are going out with. Everything!"

She nodded, but not a baby. "Still figure out about the baby?"

"I can't do it. Everything you ask for I will obey but not a baby. You can't do this".

"Your future is at the hand of mine my darling. Think wisely. You want to graduate. I want my wife and baby. I gave you a choice didn't I?"

She stood silent, he spoke back. "Graduated or my child. Or both". he kissed her on the lips so that she didn't fight him.

She lets him do whatever he wants. "Noon". he looked over the clock. "We need food. Come, we're going to market. What would you like to eat?"

"Anything as long as it is not poisonous". she said. "Surely I will poison you".

She makes Gibson laugh about it, he takes her hand and kisses it. "Why do you always amused me with your sarcastic words? I like it but don't get used to it".

"I prefer you not killing anyone while we're outside or I was talking with another man beside you".

"Why would you do that?" Gibson sounds jealous. "Why!"

Smirking, "Because I am the prettiest bitches you never knew. I'm famous and my boyfriend comes from a rich family where he was thinking about my safety".

"Which he doesn't try to find you". he snickering. "Well, where he is while you were with me".

"Prepare. Soon you will regret what you did". He dragged Belle out from the house toward the truck. She mocking him again. "Oh, it sounds like someone is mad".

Gibson slammed the door shut, eyeing her in anger. "Don't you forget your deal with me earlier. School or stay where you are". her face changed. "Remember that!"

"So basically I must listen to you if I want my graduation". she said walking toward the truck, Gibson started the engine. "So what if I don't you will deny everything I want. If I obey, I have to get pregnant".

Their eyes met, Belle smirked. "Okay. I just do my own plans".

"What kind of plans? you are not getting away from me!"

Belle climbed inside the truck then slammed the door, she stared.

"I am a smart girl. Never you forget that". Gibson eyeing her, he then gets inside the truck and drives to the town.

Later. From afar Doctor Craig saw Gibson and Belle arrive for the grocery. The couple whom people think was a perfect love bird but end up being abducted.

The doctor was in the library through the window where he could see them both.

He sighs harder as his cell phone rings, and he slides to green. "Yes. I am on emergency cases for a while. Thank you, Doctor Kumar please keep an update to me about my patient while I was away. It won't long. I'll be back to California this week".

"Are you a doctor?" ask one of the librarians as he hung up. He turned. "I'm sorry that I heard about your conversation".

"Not at all. Can I help you with something? Medical attention".

The librarian smiled. "No. I was wondering which book you like because you've been standing here for like a minute. Afraid you couldn't decide, so I am here for your assistance".

He looked back at the window which is now Gibson and Belle are heading their way back to the truck with a grocery bag in their hand.

"No. I am fine thank you. I will reach you if I need anything".

"Sure. Well enjoy the book I'll be at the counter if you need my assistance". The librarian smiled then walked.

The truck is gone now. He sighs. This story is about the antagonist, who developed an obsession with one of his students' names, Andriana Belle Decker.

Victor Gibson becomes violent and turns himself into an obsessive psychopath. Like right now. It already happened. Exactly what he predicted to become.

Doctor Craig then purchased six books of his own. Three boxes for medical and science, one book for business and the rest are novels.

"Thank you".