Weeks later. Day with Decker's. Richards Decker with a cup of coffee in his hand. Wearing his cotton blue bathrobes, surely he is wearing them because it's early in the morning.
8am or 9am something like that.
His mind never ever forgets about his daughter's safety. Both he and his wife, Molly.
After meeting with the Harley's last week, they went back straight home without stopping at the station. The missing daughter. If truly Belle with Gibson? He won't hurt her. But they want her back in their arms.
He can't have Belle. Belle belongs to her family. Not Victor Gibson.
The only daughter Decker's family had. They should drag Gibson for justice. A justice for Emma Evigan murdered.
Why did Gibson kill her anyway? What did Emma do to him until he decided to kill her? What on earth is still going on and on.
He was sighing out loud. Step out of the house as he saw the mailman drop the letters and other bills inside the mailbox. Coffee was still in his hand and he sipped it.
The weather in Colorado is terribly cold. He wrapped himself.
"Richards?" The neighbor greeted him. "How's it going?" He nodded okay. "I didn't see Belle. Where is she anyway? Owh, by the way, sorry to hear Evigan's daughter suddenly died. Tragic isn't it? Who would murder that sweet girl".
He nods with no words. The neighbor continued. "Their daughter is friends with yours right? Is she still crying over her dead friend, Rich?"
"I have no word for that, Billy". He said. "That what we call best friends never ends. How's your day?" He asks, changing the topic. Open the mailbox, he grabs all the bills and letters then he shuts the mailbox back.
"Same old, same old. Tonight they went to a country golf club. Celebrating. Norman won it. You know his widow right? He fell in love with one of the golf club staff members. That's weird, huh. His gay".
Richards shakes his head with a smile. He walked backwards. "That explains his divorcing. Have a nice day, Billy".
"Won't you tonight?"
"I'll think about it!" He walked. "Tonight".
He walked back to the house, he walked to the kitchen. Where we can see Molly preparing breakfast for two. They missed Belle dearly.
They are staring at the empty spots where Belle should sit on that chair. Now _ She's gone without news.
"Our neighbor didn't actually know about Belle right?". He said to his wife. She dragged the chair and sat. "Why didn't we report him at the station".
"Because we want our daughter back in our arms _ Alive, Rich. What if Gibson didn't abduct her? What if someone else does? If we tell the police the abducted find out, she could be killed".
She breathed. "I want her alive, Rich. Not a lifeless body of hers".
The husband shook his head. He looked at the mail he brought in. All the bills until this _
His eyes notice a familiar hand writing on the envelope. He knows this. It's Belle's handwriting. His eyes widened, opening the envelope in a rush.
This is Belle! This is Belle!
His mind couldn't stop saying her name. "Oh my God!"
"What?"
He couldn't breathe. "This is the letter from Belle".
"What?!" His wife is closer to him. "What she said? Is she okay? WHAT!" She shook her husband's body. "What is it?!"
Both Richards and Molly read the letter.
Dear Mom and Dad,
I'm sorry.
First thing I want to say is sorry. I didn't mean to do this. I know you've been looking for me until now. Or have you both figure it out where I've been since the day Emma died.
The truth is _ Yes. I'm with my English teacher Mr. Gibson. But don't worry. He looks after me starting now. I didn't ask you for this and I didn't ask myself for this to happen in my life.
If you want to see me alive and back to your arm. Please listen to this, do not report any of this to the police. He will do anything to kill me and both of you.
I'm happy with him. He treats me like a princess, I live in his castle and I'm his queen.
I really want to see you. Mom and Dad. Prays our happiness. I'll write the letter to you again. Someday. We'll meet again.
Love Your Daughter, Belle.
Both Richards and Molly look up from the letter. Their frowned faces show the letters are edited by Gibson. Belle hates Gibson. How that possible she will write this stupid confession.
This is fake.
He forced her to write this. This is unacceptable. But for the sake of their daughter's life _ they must follow what Gibson wants.
"Honey?" Molly looks at her husband. "Should we?"
He shook his head no. "That bastard has her, Molly".
"Did she say anything? Like, he's the one who pushed Jake from downstairs and Emma died. The connection between these two?"
"She didn't say anything at all. At least we know our Belle is still alive and lives with him".
Richards scanned the envelope, looking for the address or something that could track them.
"This is a private stamp. We don't know where they lived". He said. "She can't leave the clue inside, he will find out".
Molly leans on a chair. Rubs her forehead.
"This is an obsession, Molly. I have known it since the beginning. Something I don't like about him. And now this. He made me more and more. We can't do anything to report. As long Belle is still alive _ we have to listen".
She stared. Richards spoke back. "Beside. She will write to us again".
Same day in Kansas. Gibson sat in his study room. He can let Belle out from his sight, so he cuffs her near him. Her eyes on him. Anger. In her mind, She wanted to kill him so badly.
"How dare you!" She said, "Those are lies. I do not, never like to. I am never happy with you. This is all lies and they know it. How dare you!"
He said, smirking. "I don't care. As long as they know you are alive. That for sure".
"You forgot something?" He looked down at her. "The stamp? That stamp will tell them where we are".
He chuckled. Push the chair. He brought something with him, walk towards her. Bending the knee with a smile.
"I'm a grown man. I'd never make a mistake, even if I did? I never regret it. This stamp is private, only me and the post know what this thing can do".
He wink. "And so whatever. I always prepare darling".
"It's been weeks". Her wrist was hurt by the cuffs. "I'm a young and sixteen years old teenage girl. You can't keep me here forever. I need to go to school. I need to graduate myself".
"With that chance you can run from me. Don't be ridiculous. Future wife doesn't go to school. No graduate. The wife should bow to her husband. Never. Never I do that for you".
Her eyes look up at him. She hated to plead. But she really wants to graduate. She shut her eyes, heavily breathing, her lips stuttering. Owh, she hates begging.
"I will do what you'd said. Anything. Be your wife. Anything. I never beg or plead towards someone, not even you. This time _ Please".
Her eyes on him. "Please. Let me go to school. Enough you take my whole life. You're ruining it. You crush it. What I need is to be happy. Can you make me happier than this, Mr. Gibson? You will hate to crush my own dream".
He studies her.
Begging huh? She will do anything till I allow her to graduate. What about? Be a mother of my child?
He thought. "Anything?" He was smirking. "Anything you will do as I ask for?"
"I don't like the way your tone talked to me like that".
He reached her chin up. Their eyes now stare. "I allowed you to graduate with a condition".
He kissed her forehead. "Be my wife. Be a mother of my child. And you will go to the same school as me. I'm the teacher and you are my student. But they must not know that we are married. I've got plans and you must follow".
"I want to graduate. I don't want a baby. Can you skip that part? Having a baby at such a young age? This is bad. I don't want to carry my baby in my arms while I receive my graduation on stage".
He smiled. Gosh she is so beautiful.
"No, darling I can't. That's the condition. There's a lot I like you to know. What you can do, what you can't do. Which friends do you have? Everything I need to know and you need to report to me after school. Back to the first ''I've met you".
"But a baby?"
He rose up from his knee, he walked back towards his study desk. "If you don't. There's no graduate for you my dear".
"You threatened me?!"
"No. That's for your future and mine my dear. You want to graduate and I want my own family. Think wisely before you say darling. I give your choice. Graduate? My child".
He glanced at his watch. Then he looked at the view. It's noon already, she needs to cook their lunch. He grabs the key to uncuffs her.
"Get up".
She did as he was told. He grabs her hand and gently walks towards the door. She stopped. Gibson turned to her.
"What?"
"Can you promise me something?"
"About what?" He asked. "I'm hungry. What promise?"
She looked up at him. "Stop killing innocent people".
He smiled and nodded. He leaned to kiss her lips so that she didn't push him. For the sake of her life, surviving from the grip of Victor Gibson. She wants to graduate and she must listen to him no matter what.
"Come". He said softly.
Kansas airport later that evening. Craig arrived as he told Gibson that he would come for him. He wants to know if the girls are safe with him. He wants Gibson to be surprised by his arrival.
He doesn't care if they two had a fight again as they met. All he wants is her safety. This is insane. This is the abduction of the young teenage girl.
Abducted by Victor Gibson.
This story is about the antagonist, who developed an obsession with one of his students Andriana Belle Decker. He becomes violent and turns himself into an obsessive psychopath.
Like right now. It happened. Exactly what he expected.
"Victor? Your motherfucker!"