Long journey on road. Night. Victor Gibson drives his truck with Belle beside him. Both of them seem tired and wounded after fighting in Gibson's cabin.

Belle took a glance over him with his hand on his chest holding his pain. Yes. She stabs through his chest but not his heart. Yet, he is still alive.

She hears him. Sometimes he grunts, sometimes he growls, gritting his teeth. Pain. Much pain. She was in the most pain after she knew him for killing her best friend.

Flashback where he stops by at the pharmacy to get his wound done, so she is. Their wounds are very serious. The counter suggests they must go to hospital for treatment.

He rejects it by saying we'll be fine. Just do your job.

Belle screams inside, pleading and hoping the counter notices that she needs help more than Gibson and asks the counter to call the police.

But -

She noticed someone eyeing her. Slowly she turned to Gibson. And her thoughts were right. He'd got an eye on hers. She knows the meaning of his eyes, she can read it. If she makes another move, she is done.

Her face back to the counter as her eyes close shut.

Flashback in the cabin where he tied her to bed. Gibson went back inside the bathroom. He almost fainted because the knife stabbed onto his chest. He found pain killer pills behind the mirror and swallowed them with tap water.

He closed his eyes. Heavily breathing as he holds his pain. Inhaled, exhaled, in and out. The blood still hasn't stopped coming out from his chest.

The sink covered his blood. He took a last look in the mirror. His face completely pale like a dead person. He walked out to see her again tied to the bed. He leaned on the side of the frame door.

"We gotta go baby girl. We gotta go".

He said softly, take a seat beside hers, hand on his wounded chest. "You don't need this. Forget all this happened. Forget your family and friends. They never know you".

He said tiredly. Almost unconscious. His eyes blurred and black. He needs to fight his own ass pain. He won't let her go.

Her eyes widened after he said. Family and Friends. That means she can't see them anymore, especially her parents.

NO! He can't do this.

"You understand?" He asked.

"I want you to turn yourself in to the police. Admit yourself. You go with your life and I'll go mine".

He shakes his head unbelievable. Chuckle. He looked into her eyes. "Which part you don't understand, Belle. Of course you are just sixteen. But I know you know if I said so".

"I'm not stupid like you, Gibson!"

He was smirking. "Hush baby girl". His finger on her red lips. "That's harsh. I could bite your lips if you said that word again. To me".

"Get your dirty finger away from my lips!"

She grit and bite his finger. He jumped in shock. Accidentally slapped her face. She gasps, shocked as she looks at him. She growled.

"No. No. No. Honey I'm sorry". He kissed her. "I didn't mean to".

He cupped her face. She shoved her face away from his hand. He spoke back.

"Listen to me. If you are trying to get help or something that you did behind my back. I'll make sure you won't see your parents anymore. If you get a chance and be a good girl I will let you see them. If you don't _".

"I'm not afraid of you, you bastard!"

He smirked again, said. "Of course you don't". He leaned closer to her. "But you will be scared of me when you find the news about your suddenly dead parent".

"You won't dare!"

"Try me baby girl. I kill your best friend. Remember? Way easy to kill them".

Her eyes glittering in tears. He spoke back. "Learn baby girl. If you want to keep your parents safe, and want to see them alive. You must do as I said. Forget everything".

End of flashback. Where now she is in his truck after the duel with the counter. Her lips stutter as she breathes.

She must do as he said. She loves her parents so much. What will she tell them?

I'm sorry mom, dad. I love Gibson. And we're gonna get married and have a bunch of kids.

Her mother won't believe that. Molly knows her daughter better. Belle never liked Gibson since they met. Ever.

What should she tell them? The truth! He killed Emma because of her. She is the reason why Emma gets killed by Gibson.

"Ow! FUCK! GOSH!"

She screams, suddenly her leg back in sharp pain. Hissing, touching her legs, licking her lips. This bastard just shot her with the crossbow in the cabin.

His pale skin turned to her.

"I'm sorry I shot you in the legs". Her eyes on the road as he spoke. "You know I have too. It makes you stop running from me".

"You the motherfuckers I've ever known".

"Language! I've never taught you that word in my class".

She rolled her eyes. "I learned it for myself".

"That word doesn't affect me. No matter how you cursed me so bad". He hears her breath. "Understand?!"

"FUCK YOU!"

She screamed right in his face. He shakes his head unbelievable. Continuing his driving on the road.

I Don't know what time it is. How many hours must she sit on this truck? Where'd he take her? What will he do to her?

Everything on her mind is messed up. She can't find the answers to her questions. Her eyes were tired and felt sleepy after the fight. She leaned her head side on the door. A moment finding her answer, she suddenly went into a dream.

Now she sleeps for good.

"Belle".

She looked around her. What kind of sick dream is this? She hears someone calling out her name. Everything is white. Her background is white. Her clothes are still the same.

Never ever she felt pain from her legs anymore. But this -

"Hello?"

Someone approached her. Her eyes half shut, she needs to get her sight back. "W

Who's there?" She asked.

It was Emma as she got her sight back. She smiled as she saw Belle. But her face is sad of what Gibson did to Belle.

"Are you okay?" She asks Belle. Belle takes a step forward.

Where am I? Am I dead? Seriously! Mom? Dad? Emma.

"You're not dead, Belle. I can read your mind. You're sleeping in his truck. You found me, Belle. You found the truth. I've missed you".

She cried. "He killed you. He did. I'm sorry".

"No. I should the one who said sorry to you. I should've told you the truth. And I keep the secret with me till my death. I have no chance to said it to you. He got me first before I do".

"I found your diary in your drawer. Why do you keep it from me, Emma? You shouldn't".

"To protect you. Yes. I will keep protecting you. I know you know about him and you didn't tell me too. I can't blame you".

Emma cupped her face. "He shot you in the legs".

"I stab him in the chest. Like he did to you". She studies her. "What are you wearing? Are you an angel or something".

Emma looks down on her white gown. Then she looked up at hers. "I don't know. Isn't it beautiful?"

She was spinning around the room. "Yes. It is". said Belle.

"Well, when I open my eyes. I'm wearing this".

"Is this Heaven?"

"I don't know. I haven't seen anything since I came here". She smiles, eyes on hers again. "Belle? What I'm gonna say to you, you will hate me for the rest of your life".

Belle blinks. "I don't understand?"

"He loved you, Belle. He will do anything to keep you with him".

"What?!"

"I know. You hated him. You have hated him since we all met him".

"Wha _ what you trying to say?"

"This is your life, Belle. No matter how hard you try to run from him. Fight him. He is always with you. This is your faith. Accept it".

"I CAN'T ACCEPT A MURDERED INTO MY LIFE. A MURDERED OF MY FRIEND. YOU TELLING ME TO ACCEPT MY FAITH?! ARE YOU INSANE, EMMA!"

She yelled at her. Emma backed away from her a bit. With her smile. "I can't". said Belle softly.

"I accept my faith. My faith to be killed by Gibson". She laid her hand on Belle's shoulder. Belle looked up. "We're like sisters. I am always with you. Trust me. You will understand when you know him".

"Did God tell you this? And He let you tell me this!"

Emma smiles again. "Hope, Belle. You will know".

"I'm fucking don't understand what are you said. Please don't leave me here with him. Take me with you!"

Emma figures fade away from her sight, she tries to reach her. But she can't. Begging her to stay and take her life.

Please.

She really doesn't want to live with the monster. He took her happiness. She wanted to die right away.

Emma.

She jolted from her sleep. Heavy breath, she looked around as she wiped both of her eyes. The truck stopped at nowhere. Trying to get her sight back.

What kind of dream is that? Emma.

She didn't notice when her body laid on the back of the truck with Gibson sleeping on top of her. Felt his breath on her neck. He pinned her down while she slept.

How dare this BASTARD! Take advantage of me, my body while I'm asleep.

She pushes him but he's too heavy to lift away from her. She tried to breathe but he crushed her with his body. Her chest was pumping heavily. What did he do to her last night?

Please get OFF!

She tried to push him again. But I failed. She closes her eyes again, hoping he's awake and goes away. Notice the sun is up from the sky. She saw blood all over her chest. Wasn't her blood but him.

"Get off! Get Off!"

She yelled and felt disgusting. His blood was all over her. Though he was dead, no. His pale face looked up at her with a smile.

Fucking creep!

"You awake baby girl". He kissed and sucked her neck. Then he stopped. "I'm tired and saw you sleep. Did you dream of me?"

"GO TO HELL!"

"Unless you come with me". Chuckle. He slowly opened the door, knowing he had crushed her while sleeping. And he likes it.

He's out from the truck and looks down on his clothes. Blood. His wound chest. Last night. He looked at her, her clothes had his blood on it. He growled.

Belle out from the truck. "We should go to hospital". She said,

"Why? So then you can run and ask for help. I don't think so".

"No. Your chest. It needs to heal properly".

"Why are you suddenly worried about me, huh? Afraid that I'm going to died".

"If you wish. I am glad to hear it".

He growled. Roughly he drags her arm and pushes her back on the door truck. He cupped under her chin. Anger and pain. He held it in hissed.

"Don't play cold with me princess. I know what you are playing at. Don't trick me!"

"I want to drag you to justice. If you died. Let you die in my hand! We should get to the hospital. I promise I won't run beside this _".

She shows her wounded legs. He shot her before. "I need to heal. How possible I can run with this wound you shot me. Come on, I will help you".

He stared at her. "Can I trust you?"

"You will".

As for the trusting lover of his life. Gibson drove to the hospital. She's right. They need stitches, surgery and rest. Gibson and Belle walk to the counter saying they need surgery immediately.

The hospital staff panicked and dragged Gibson, laid him on the stretcher and Belle sat on the wheelchair. And went into the separate room surgery.

He won't let her hand go but must. Afraid she will tell the others and he will lose her forever.

The surgery takes an hour for Gibson. After the surgery was successful. They sent Gibson to the ward room.

An hour later, Gibson awakened from his unconscious surgery. He started to panic as he looked around. His eyes searched for her. No Belle beside him.

Did she betray him? Betrayed his trust?

"You awake?" said the doctor who attended to him and Belle. "You're lucky to be alive. It won't through your heart".

The doctor checked him. "Your wife told me". Gibson eyes on him. "Your home was reportedly broken into by three masked burglars who tied up and threatened your wife. Everything is chaotic.".

Did she say that?

"You try to save your wife but one of them stabs you on chest". said the doctor.

Gibson looked confused. "Where is she?"

"She is asleep in another room. We perform a surgery on hers too. How did they shoot her with a crossbow?" Ask the Doctor. "On legs".

"Because she ran to save her life. I ask her too. I saw everything. But then they fled. leaving us bloody on the floor".

"I'm about to call the cops on the incident. But your wife insists on not to. She said it happened because of family matters, your father owned their money and never came back. So you and your wife are the victim. She begs me not to. I respect that".

So, that is the whole story she told. Impressive. Brava!

Gibson eyes look up at the doctor. "Can I see my wife?"

"Sure".

End of the hall where Belle's room was. Gibson gently on a wheelchair entered and stopped beside her bed. She sounded asleep and tired.

His eyes on her legs he shot with a crossbow. His mind thinks about the story she created and lies toward the doctor.

Why does she do that? Of course because he threatened her to hurt her parents. She will do anything to save them from him.

He studies her. His hand laid on her hand. Softly he wakes her up. "Belle?" Hear her breathing. Slowly her eyes open and turn to him. "Why do you do that?" He asked.

"Do what?" She said with tiredness.

"All these lies. The doctor who attended us told me". Both stare. "Did you say your name?" She shakes her head no. "Good".

She's up and leaning her back on board. "I don't want you to hurt my family. So, I had to lied".

"We get out of here. Everything is under control. They will not know our real name. That you don't have to worry about it".

"How sure are you? I believe my parents are looking for me because of my sudden disappearance".

"They don't!"

The next morning. Gibson and Belle are discharged from the hospital by his request. Gibson paid the bills at the counter and as for Belle, she sat on the waiting chair.

She doesn't know what to do with her life now. She can't run or escape. Not now. Maybe later. Her life sucked and stuck with Victor Gibson.

"Your name, Sir?"

"Clark Danvers". He points at Belle. "She's my wife, Verena Danvers". He smiled proudly.