Gibson saw the kiss between Belle and Jake on the dance floor. Later he had a big fight with Craig at the cabin.
The next day Craig flew back to his hometown. The day he needed Craig on his side to solve his obsession affair. He gives Craig personal space, before he persuades Craig to help him again.
Gibson apologizes for his behavior. Absolutely. He needs his help. He sat on the floor as his finger dialed Craig number.
Craig answered. Knowing whom he talked to.
"I don't need your apologies, Gibbs. I don't need that. Because you will repeat the same thing I tried to stop you".
Gibson breathed heavily. He now realized that he was wasting his time talking with Craig. Trust him, Craig won't help him.
"I know why you call me, Gibs. I know what you want. Just tell me what you need. I'm here to help even if I don't like it".
He listened to Craig, he said. "I'd make lots of mistakes that _ I don't regret. Yes. I want you to find me a house away from here. And I need a new identity".
"New identity? For what?"
"You wouldn't understand. I know when the time will come. A house for me, hers and my future childs".
He heard Craig shocked. He spoke. "I don't understand, Gibs. A childs? Hers? What do you mean?"
"Yes. A childs. You will know soon enough. I want you to use my new identity as Clark Danvers and Verena Danvers. Victor Gibson is dead, as is Andriana Belle Decker. Both names don't exist on the system. I need you to do it".
"What did you do to her?"
He shook his head. "She knows everything. I need to prepare myself. My fake marriage, everything. Found real estate use that name and I'll be there as soon as possible".
"Alright".
"I need it nice and clean that no one knows".
Gibson hears Craig sighing. Why did he suddenly behave like that? Does he pity Belle? Nah!
"Just don't hurt her please. If you love her. You can't hurt her".
"She's mine! I won't".
After that night he killed Emma Evigan in her bedroom. He went back to the cabin. Gibson handed as he dialed the number. He calls Craig. His hand is covered with Emma's blood. Didn't bother to wash it.
Any moment Belle knew the truth that he'd kill her. He sweat a lot like he just crawled out from hell. Craig answered him.
"Hello?" He sighs again, hearing Gibson breath softly. "What?"
"I need to confess?" Craig listens to him. "I kill Emma. Before that I've killed someone. Is like my new hobby. Emma is Belle's best friend and she is trying to stop me from having her".
"What are you talking about?"
Craig seems distracted, Gibson knows it by feeling him even these long distances between them. He can feel him distracted.
Sighing.
"Gibs. I'm not one to bad-mouth anyone, yes. We fought in the cabin, your joke was amusing. But come on, man, killing? You _ call yourself a killer".
Gibson paused. He spoke back. "I did, Craig".
"Oh Christ. You can barely hurt her, let alone _ what was it you said you did to her?"
Desperate, shouting. Gibson said again.
"Wait. Stop. You don't seem to understand. You're not really comprehending any of this. I killed her. I did it, Craig. I'm Victor Gibson. I stabs Emma's. I chopped fucking their head off. I tortured of girl. The whole conversation we talked about right now was true".
"You're joking".
"I'm not!" He breathed. "Now, Craig. listen to me. Listen very, very carefully. I killed my student and her name is Emma Evigan and I liked it. I can't make myself any clearer _ I might hurt my loved one too".
Craig hears Gibson's voice from the phone. He knew Gibson hadn't hesitated, stuttering as he'd spoken to him and killed someone. What can he do to help Gibson? The house? Yes. Craig finds the house. And he needs to stay there with a new identity.
Is where Gibson can hide himself with a fake name forever.
"I got the house. Is in Garnett, Kansas. 62 acres farmhouse. You will see Barbara Miller the real estate. Call me before you arrive. I'm doing this not just for you, Gibs. Is for her sake too".
"You don't have to worry about it. Do your job. I will call you back".
After the night, I fight with Belle in the cabin. Both of them were wounded. He drove his truck holding his pain. So, Belle is. Went to the pharmacy.
The next after the surgery in hospital. He's out of Belle's exam room, letting Belle sleep after they two talk about how she made up the stories about being intruders by three masked men.
She is good at convincing anyone. Especially the doctor who tends them. Gibson pushed the wheelchair toward the hospital telephone and called Craig.
He looks around the hospital, seems perfectly safe and he can talk about his next plans.
"Call Barbara Miller. Tell'em tomorrow I come to the house. I need you to settle my document or anything that the witch wants. When will I arrive? I need her to hand the house keys to me without question".
He hissed, grunt touched his chest, and continued. "Can you do that?"
"Okay. I'll meet you after that. But not now. I want you to tell me the whole damn shit you done".
Both hung up. Gibson went to his room back.
End all the flashbacks. Back to the present. Belle's eyes feel anger towards him. Not only did he kill Emma's, he killed Miss Elizabeth's boyfriend and the rich wife.
All this happened because of hers.
Andriana Belle Decker who caused all this. And the innocent were killed by Victor Gibson.
He can't get her out of his mind as he kills them. When he'd start to chop them, he would think of Belle. So, when he stabs Emma on the chest _ He thinks of her.
Victor Gibson is out of his mind. A murdered snake supposed his new name. Not Clark Danvers.
Gibson finishes drinking his wine.
"I don't kill this previous owner. This house is under open sale. My friend helped me". He smiled, pushed the chair and brought his plate and hers to the sink. He washed it. "You will meet him soon".
"Does he like you?"
He heard her. "No. He's different from me". He cleans the kitchen. Then turn off the light. He grabbed her arm. "You got your clothes, toothbrush _ Anything. We even went to the pharmacy for our wounds. And one more thing?"
He slipped his hand inside the pocket. He shows her the cuffs he buys without her notice.
Her face frowned. "You know this that I shouldn't explain. It Is necessary to use while we sleep".
"I don't need it!" She grit.
"Sorry darling. You must. I don't want my pretty face to be clawed by you".
He dragged her upstairs. Towards their room. He means their room. They share for now and forever.
He pushed her on the bed, laid her on the left side. He cuffs both her wrist on board, he ties her mouth to prevent her from screaming middle of the night.
From his eyes, Belle looks sexy with cuffs on her wrist. He laid beside her. She was about to jump on the bed but her wrist stopped her.
Damn these cuffs!
His eyes on the empty ceiling. "Full furniture". He chuckled. "We don't need to buy anything. Everything that you need it's all in this house. The kitchen. Every room, even downstairs. Everything is perfect".
He turned to her. "I love you so much, Belle. I kill for you. I will do anything to have you in my arm".
"If you are willing to do anything for me then DIE!"
"Unless you come with me". He wink. She grunts.
He turned off the light. "Sleep. Tomorrow will be the best day of our new life".
He said. Hugs her body. She shoves him, but his grip is too strong around her body. She tries not to think about him beside her. She thinks about her parents, Emma and Jake.
Jake? She misses him.
Day. Harley's house. Belle's parents went to school looking for Jake. His friends told the parents that Jake was still conscious at home. The Harley's brought Jake back from the hospital.
Belle's parents decide to meet the family at home. In peace.
Now, they are in Harley's house. Sitting in the huge room. Katherine. Jake's mother helped him walk. Both mother and son sit in front of Belle's parents with a smile.
"I heard about Emma. I can't believe she's dead. Her death was so tragic. Who will kill her anyway? I don't understand". said Jake.
Notice Belle wasn't with them. "Where's Belle?" He asked the parents. "Why don't you bring her to me? She didn't reply to my text either. Where is she?"
Molly and Richards look at each other. She spoke. "That's why we're here, Jake. If you know where our daughter is ''.
"Wait! You accused my son for your missing daughter?!" said Katherine. "Well. Hello. Maybe liking your daughter doesn't mean I have to keep her with us. She's a nice girl my son has never met. She makes him happier".
Richards calms Katherine. "The truth is. We also don't know where Belle had been. We asked her co. workers friends too. Nothing. So, we are here to ask you son if my daughter gives him the last text or call before her disappearance. It's been 24hr we looked for her".
"Why don't you get help from the police?" ask Katherine.
"We will. After we want the answer from Jake". Belle's parents and Katherine stare at Jake. Waiting for the answer. "Did she _ Jake?"
He shook his head no. "No, nothing. She didn't return my call either. I know something is wrong when I know him".
"Who? What do you mean to Him?" ask Richards.
"Our English teacher. Mr. Gibson".
Molly gasps. She covers her mouth with her hand. Everyone they investigated had the same story. All these connect to Gibson. What is he trying to do?
"It's him. I'm sure of it. He did warn me about Belle. That he hates to see me with her. I was there when she received flowers, a gift box by someone named O.G. Me, Belle and Emma don't think he will do that. Until his return to school with his proud marriage people talked about. And it's him. For the first time I've met him in person".
He was sighing. "I admit. He is a kind, handsome young man. I think all this connection _ Emma died. Belle suddenly disappears. All these connections point to Gibson. I'm sure he's the one who pushed me downstairs that night when I was alone. He stalked me where I went, waited for the chance and he did. Look what he did to me?"
He pointed to himself. "He did it on purpose. So he can have Belle. I broke my legs, my neck, and my arm. Bones fracture because of him. He did this to me. He killed Emma and now he got Belle by force".
He breathed. "Haven't you seen him at school today?"
"Not even his figures. The teacher doesn't know where he 's been. Same Belle". Molly looks up at her husband. "He lied to us, Richards".
"What do you mean?" ask Him.
"I know this is insane but I think Gibson knew. Is lying to us since the beginning. That night he came with his wife and I don't think she is. She's not his wife, Richards. If I were right? I know where our daughter gone".
She stares, continuing. "That bastard took Her".
Richards shut his eyes. He sighs out loud. He knew that he couldn't trust a man wearing a tie like Tiana said to them before.
She was right. Don't trust a man who wears a tie. He nodded his head gently. Satisfied with Jake's answer. The boy had nothing to do with Belle disappeared.
The whole thing points to Gibson who took Belle from his arm. He dares to hurt Jake and kill Emma. This has to be stopped.
"Look. This is my family matter. I had to do _ We had to do this all alone".
Said Richards as he looked at his wife. "We can't involve your family". said Richards to Katherine.
"On behalf of my daughter. We are sorry that your son had to face this tragic incident, look what he did to him. We're going to the station and find him".
"You better do it. Not just for my son. For Belle too and Emma for justice. Tomorrow our family will move back to New york. But please keep in touch with us about Belle. She's a nice girl. This man is ruining her life".
Richards nods. "We will. And we will get her back".
Same day in farmhouse Garnett, Kansas. Belle has her breakfast. Gibson finds an envelope, pen and paper that he wants Belle to write for her family. Tell'em that she's okay and does nothing wrong.
Will they believe that?
He dragged the chair as he pushed these three things towards her. She looked at him with curiosity.
"Why do I need this?" She asked. "Are you gonna teach me some alphabet!" She mocked him.
"I want you to start writing for now". He smirks. "A letter that shows you are alive and happy with me. A letter for your beloved parent".
She snorted. "Will they believe? I bet my parents already figured it out about my disappearance". She grit. "You push him aren't you?!"
"Who?"
"My boyfriend Jake Harley!"
His face was full of anger. Boyfriend? He was lucky to be alive. I should snap his neck then push him downstairs. Darn it!
"You can write that if you want on that paper". He smirked. "Like I'd said, he deserves that. How dare he take you away from me!" He faces closer to her. "I'm in a good mood, Belle. Writing down. NOW!"
She slowly reached the pen without looking up at him. He smirks again as he watches her. "If you behave _ I'll let you give them a call".
"You promise? I swear I will kill you if you break the promise!" She grit. "I mean it!"
His smirk widened. Then he nodded. He reminds her of him. They two had the same connection that she didn't realize yet.
"Now. Write it down before I change my mind".