The next day. The incident yesterday was very hard, especially for Gibson. since he brought her back home. She hadn't woken up yet. He was a bit worried. thought Crouch said she will be alright after she tends her. but no.
The family wanted to send Belle to hospital but Gibson refused it. he persuaded the family by calming the family down and let said what Gibson said to the family..
'Belle would get better soon. I just waited.'
He doesn't like people visiting Belle in the hospital. let Belle rest in her house. in her own room. so he would be the one who would visit her. alone. Gibson doesn't like to share Belle with others. since Belle hadn't woken up. Well - he visited the family.
"I don't know what would happen if you weren't there for her, Mr Gibson. waited. how will you know Belle could be unconscious inside the lavatory." asked the mother.
Gibson with usual suit before he goes to school he meets the family first. both of his hands slipped inside his pocket pants in smile. he said.
"Yesterday I invited Belle to ride with me. as you said. She refused it. so I didn't invite her twice. Even though the sky is cloudy, she still doesn't want it. I can't force her. so I let her be. I drove my car and I let her walk behind."
he sighs. continue. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let her walk alone with heavy rain yesterday. I take this as my fault because I let her."
"No. wasn't all your fault. I'll be grateful you saved her. I know she is stubborn. also I can't force her too. but what you did to help her is - a good thing to do."
he nodded. Then he excuses himself and walks back toward his car. then drove to school. back to Decker's house. The mother walked to the kitchen. She was about to make porridge for Belle. and suddenly she felt something stand behind her.
she looked over her shoulder as she slowly turned. "Oh my God!."
the mother patted her chest. her palm hand on her chest. she can feel her heart beating fastly that she never felt it before. It was Belle. She stands at the kitchen frame with a pale face. Then she walked toward the table and dragged the chair. She sat on it without a word.
"Are you awake? We are so worried about you. why don't you listen."
Belle's pale face looked up at her mother. she said. her head is still dizzy. "How long have I passed out?."
"For three days. yes. you passed out for three day. since your teacher brought you in."
Belle's eyes widened. "What teacher?."
"Mr. Gibson of course. He's the one who found you unconscious inside the lavatory."
"How did he find me there?."
"He didn't say. maybe one of your friends told him or he asked where you have been."
the mother turned to sink back. then back to Belle. "What are you hiding inside the lavatory?"
"I wasn't. I try to drain myself. sudden blackness took me down. and I don't know what happened. till I wake up in my own bed."
the mother pushes a glass of water to Belle. She takes it and sip it till it drains. she let out a small burping. She put the glass down on the table.
"I feel heavy."
"Of course." the mother smiled. "Go to your room. I'll bring up the porridge."
Belle mods weekly. She pushed the chair. then walk. but stop. She turned to her mother.
"What did you say?."
"Tonight. I would like to invite your teacher for dinner. as a thank you he saved your life."
"You gotta be kidding me, mother!."
Meanwhile at school. Gibson wrote on board. and suddenly he stopped. his mind, his heart on Belle. he cannot do this anymore. his heart felt heavier than people thought. She didn't wake up.
true. she did. after he left for school. that he didn't know. He put down the chalk. slowly he turns then drops the book on the table gently. He sigh. he looks at his class. the students also stop writing and look at him.
"I need some coffee." he called one of his students to write on board where he stopped. He bolted out of the class, he walked in the corridor with a heavy feeling.
he stopped. leant his side on the wall. confusing. minute pass. someone tapping his shoulder from behind. He takes a look slowly behind him. another teacher met him.
"Gibson? are you alright?. '' he nodded. "What's wrong? What are you doing wandering around the corridor? don't you teach?."
silent. no word from Gibson. he then walked toward the water dispenser. taking a drink. The water is cold. so he drank about six cups till drain. He didn't bother to say anything.
"Gibson?." he tapped his shoulder again. "Is this because Miss Belle? or you felt guilty." Gibson looks at him. He continues. "You went to the girl 's lavatory."
Gibson takes another cup of water. and drink it. "Wasn't your fault. you save her. That's all. nothing you do harm toward the girl student while you are there saving Miss Belle."
"I'm not worried about why I'm in the girl 's lavatory."
"If that is so ..?."
"I was so worried. she -? I mean Miss Belle. she hadn't woken up since I brought her home."
the teacher nodded. "Oh, because of that. we all just know you're Miss Belle next door. What a coincidence."
"Same as me. coincidence."
The teacher tapped his shoulder again with a smile. He comforted Gibson. "She'll be fine. don't worry about it."
later evening. Gibson drove his car back to the house. He shut the engine. slammed the door shut. He stood aside in his car. his eyes on Belle's house. nothing movement. He wanted to visit the family but things weren't changing. She is still unconscious. she won't see him while he is there with her. sigh. He slowly walked toward the door but something stopped him from doing so.
He looked to his left. the mother. Belle's mother ran toward him with excitement. She stopped. He can hear her taking a deep breath. she let out. "Mr. Gibson?."
"Please. Call me Victor."
"You called me Molly," he nodded. continue. "My husband and I like to invite you for dinner tonight." chuckled. "You must come. my daughter is awake after you left for school. you brought us luck to my family. I barely imagine without you."
he blushed. chuckled a bit. he said. "I'm not bringing anything special. it's all God's hand, Molly."
"Are you religious, Victor?."
"Quite not."
the mother blushed. "This weekend. We are going to church. I hope you can come."
"Indeed." he smiled. "I'll see you three at 7.00."
The time is about 7.00pm. Belle standing in the middle of the dining room. crossing her arm. while her mother walked back and forth from the kitchen. She rowed the plate on the table. Belle hadn't helped her own mother. She hated her mother for a reason, because she invited Gibson to their house for dinner. thanking dinner she guessed for saving her butt.
she was about to leave the house but - "Darling can't you help me?."
"Why did you invite him anyway? just gives him a gift basket with lots of fruits in it. I know he saved my life but that doesn't mean you have to - invite him."
"Oh honey you such a joke."
she gasps. her mother still won't stop back and forth. "You didn't listen, mother."
"I'm busy, darling. helped me out." and suddenly the bell door rings. the mother stopped. She turns to Belle. "Would you mind? He's outside."
"Why don't you ask dad to open that door?" her mother jerked her eyes. "Fine."
She walked toward the door. then she stood without opening it. She hated him. I don't know why. still she hated him. She reached the handle then opened and revealed Gibson in front of her eyes. He'd look like an Angel tonight. maybe. his strong perfume through her nose. she almost drowned into him. she picked herself up as he smiled.
"Won't you letting me inside?." he sniffed the aroma. "Haa. it smells so good." without hesitate. he pushed Belle gently aside. He made her back lean on the wall. He stared at her. "You look beautiful today."
They two hear footsteps approaching. "Ahh. Mr. Gibson. come in. Belle? helped your mother." he watched her walk. while the father dragged Gibson to the dining room. The two men take a seat. so Belle and the mother.
a minute later passed. the three adults having the talk. Belle sank on her chair playing with her food with a fork. she hadn't looked up at him once. since dinner started. She kept playing with her food.
"Seems Miss Belle hadn't touched her food." She stops automatically after hearing Gibson. "Or this about my presence here."
the mother chuckled. said. "Don;t be foolish." She turned to her daughter. "Eat your food dear. or you need something else. porridge?." She didn't say anything.
"The food is very delicious, Molly."
great. Now he called her mother by name. Molly.
"Thank you, Victor. you remind me of my younger brother. He loved my cooking." silent. "So, how is school? when will Belle return."
Gibson wiped his lips with a napkin. "I'm not sure your daughter is ready to. She just woke up. I don't know what condition she will be in."
smile. "When she is ready, she will return to school. I keep my eyes on her so then the principal will know her condition."
"That's a great idea. thank you."
"She's my student. of course I do care."
He smiled again and wiped his lips. as he sipped a glass of wine, his eyes on Belle. she didn't bother to look at him. She knew what he was doing. He was looking at her. darn him.