Decker's home. night. Belle room. Belle on bed. her mind are blank when she think about what happen today between her and Gibson in the library. she think about the kiss. she knew the lips before. but where?
Andriana Belle Decker, a sixteen years old freshman at the high school, was confused as she tried to figure out what was going on. It took her a few minutes to realize was just happen. something that, she almost been raped by her English teacher in the library.
He's not supposed to be there she thought. why he there? and how he know she were there by her alone. this not make any sense. did he stalked her? of course he is. she lied to him about last night. and he threat her to tell. and he kissed her, asking her to submit herself to him.
What on earth is wrong with Him.
Tip of her finger rubs her swollen lips. yes. her lips swollen by the rougher kissing. she got bruises between her neck and shoulder as Gibson bite her when they kissed and left his marks on her skin. what will she tell anyone who saw her marks, especially Jake.
"Coming." she said.
There a knock outside her room. the knob is turn, half open, she saw her mother on frame with smile. her mother entering and take a sit beside her bed.
"Honey? are you okay?" she ask patting her laps. "Your skin look pale. are you sick. you barely touch your food what is going on."
Belle shrugged. her shoulders felt itchy, she scratches revealed the marks. Molly saw the marks immediately she stop Belle, preventing her scratching on her skin. "What was that?"
"What?"
"That?" she pointed. "Bruises on your shoulder. are you allergies or something. it look like something bite your shoulder. we need to go to hospital this is serious."
Molly drag Belle from bed. "Honey?!" she shouted.
Flashback when she got back from school. quickly she heading up the stairs to her room, shutting the door behind her and going straight to her bathroom. the area between her neck and shoulder was radiating pain, not as much as when he'd bite her, but enough that she was uncomfortable. Still, she needed to be cleaned.
Turning the water on as hot as she would be able to stand it, she stood in front of the mirror as she stripped out of her clothes, with that she saw her bruises reflect on the mirror and hopped into the shower. It was as she was scrubbing away at her skin. the memory of what had just happened replaying itself in her mind, over and over again.
"Mom, I'm fine."
"What do you mean you fine. the bruises look terrible on your skin. it's hideous. HONEY!"
Belle rolled her eyes, she wait her father rushed inside her room. in minute, figure of her father show at the frame door. he panting, breathe as his eyes on his precious. his wife and daughter.
"What?! you shouted. I'd just finish my late night snack in the kitchen. what's wrong? Belle?"
Molly exhaling out loud. she spokes as her finger pointing around Belle neck and shoulder.
"You daughter, Richards, seems had allergies. I don't know when she got that, like suddenly she got that." said Molly.
"Allergies? since when?" blinks Richards. "Are you sure is an allergies, Molly. if she are--" he look. "She seems fine to me. no reaction caused the allergies. if she did, we can see her throat, lips swollen."
Molly rolled eyes then her finger pointed at Belle swollen lips. "I didn't see that coming." said Richards.
"Okay. lets go. we need to go to hospital seems you suddenly got an allergies reaction. we do anxious about it. okay. just go to hospital see the doctor then we go home."
"Dad, I'm fine. I have no allergies reaction or something. I don't and I'm fine. there's nothing you both worried about, no doctors. I don't needed it. I'm just fine healthy girl." she lied.
Richards nod. eyeing on her. "Then why you barely touch your food? don't said that I don't notice anything weird on the table. I do."
"My lips are swollen how could I eat it's hurt very much. look. I'm not sick. I got this swollen lips, bruises on my shoulder that because I was stumbled."
She lied.
"Well, you know at school, teenagers. you must know how we behave, like crazy. I stumbled on my own, the floor is wet."
Molly look up at Richards. he stare.
"What an ridiculous excuse. quite right. I do sometime stumbled myself when I was your ages. teenagers of course. well, case close. if anything- do let us know. okay."
"Yup. thanks, dad."
Flashback. she slid down, shame rolling through her. she could believe that he'd done that, but, she did continues fighting. he'd too strong. you will know how strong man they are. she wasn't a crier person. she the bravier. she felt tired, and the water was cooling off. she finished washing the soap off her skin, turned the water off, and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around her body.
She felt a bit better now, enough to think rationally anyway. it won't be happen again between her and Gibson. from now, she must fight. she will kick him, punched him right through him. she doesn't care what it takes to safe her life.
The first thing she did was pick up her clothes she'd been wearing, heading downstairs, she went straight to the washer, throwing the clothes in it without wash. then she running upstairs finding some comfy clothes and crawling into bed afterward.
End of the flashback. as she was laying on bed, she wondered what will he'd do next if she saw him or he found her first at school? sighed.
She slapped her forehead, forcing to close her eyes not wanting to think about it. no more. for her, this is just bad dream, her worst nightmare and tomorrow will be good day for her, then he came for apologies. that's it. everything settled down.
"Arghhh!"
At the downstairs. Molly hear her, she look up at the ceiling where Belle room stood. what is wrong with her actually? thought Molly about her daughter. She act weird this evening. did she really stumbled on the floor or she been bullied in school.
Curious. so curious. if she been bullied, it would be bruises all over her face and body. but why just her swollen lips and bruised between her neck and shoulder. think woman, think...
"Ahhh!!" Molly scream, Richards jolt from his dream, his eyes widen as he stare his wife. first Belle now this.
I didn't check Belle thighs? thought Molly again. "What is wrong with you two women in my house. first my daughter and now my wife. what the hell is going on in here anyway."
"Richards!!"
"What?!"
"I think our daughter.. I think our daughter wasn't stumbled on the floor." He stare. "I think someone touch her."
Richards frowned. "Don't be ridiculous, what do you mean by.. touch?"
"Someone touch her. and my thought are right. yes. someone touch her."
Richards suck the air deeply then he letting it out slowly, he's up from the lazy chair towards the stairs, he'd stop looking over his shoulder where his wife at, he stare her for a while then he said.
"Goodnight. I'll see you upstairs, don't forget to switch off the light, stop thinking bad about our daughter. she won't do anything stupid behind our back."
Silent.
"Goodnight."