Next day morning. Gibson smiles on his chair knowing any moment his wife will wait for him in the classroom for English lessons. The same thing he first walked and met Belle back in Jackson st High School.
Last night, she kissed him. Passionate kiss they two share. She shocked him and he liked it that way. Oh, sweet baby.
Veronica on the other hand. She sat around the corner and noticed him smiling. She pushes her chair and slowly walks forward with a seductive smile.
Her pretty face may not be compared to his wife, her beauty won't affect him. Gibson loves his wife, because of her he killed Emma and almost killed Harley's only son, Jake.
Gently he inhaled, exhaled as he leaned his back on the chair. He didn't notice someone approaching him and he just didn't care as long as his wife.
"Mr. Danvers?" He hears her. He hated her. Faking his smile, he looked up at her. "What kind of day today if I ask?"
"Thursday I might. Why?" He asked her.
Her smile widened. "Today is my birthday". He nodded his head. Does he care what day it is? Now he cares about her birthday.
"After school the teachers want to celebrate my birthday in town, hoping you're coming".
"Well, I guess. We'll see about that if I don't have any things to do today after school". He smiled again. "And happy birthday".
She smiled and blushed. "Thank you". She is about to sit at the edge of his table. He quickly rose up from his chair, not trying to scare her. "I had to go. English class, my student is waiting".
"Don't be. It's okay". As she watched him leave the room. Another female teacher approached her. "He's gonna be mine".
"Are you sure?"
She looked over her shoulder. "Of course I'm. He's single right".
"How. But that. I think he had a girlfriend, someone who already stole his heart before you do".
"Who's gonna be?"
"I don't know. He never cares about female teachers here. He doesn't care at all. Why do you think Danvers is interested in you?"
Veronica, smirking, said. "You will see tonight. Tonight is the night".
"Just don't. He is not interested in you as I can tell you right now. Don't make him. He hated that. You can't force yourself to him. Besides, he's new here".
Veronica, smirking again, said. "Someone must too. That would be me". She shows her evil smile.
Gibson walked in the corridor, as he reached the number of his classroom. He stops and smiles for a while before he enters. He's gonna see Belle in his class. How wonderful. Clearing his throat, he entered the class with a sweet smile.
"Morning class". He said, drop his things on the desk then his eyes looked for Belle. And there she is _ her table at the end of the back. He smiles, teasing her.
"Miss Danvers? Why do you sit at the back away from my desk and board? Can you hear what I'd said from where you sit or can you see what I write on board".
He saw her eyes jerk to him. He knows she is mad at him. Smirking. He dragged his chair and sat.
"It's alright. I hope you hear me from here. Now? Be prepared. What about a pop quiz".
"Seriously?" one of his students said. "Pop quiz? About what?"
"I don't know. You tell me what kind of quiz you liked and we share it". He looked around the classroom. "Any suggestions? Or should I pick mine".
New York city. At the Harley's new renovation apartment. Katherine in the kitchen, it's been a month since the family moved back in here.
Jake stayed in his room, he'd just woken up from sleep. Since Belle is missing, he never stops thinking about her, he knows Gibson took her. He knows Gibson will threaten her to hurt people she loves, including himself and her parents.
Gibson killed Emma, and Belle doesn't want any innocent blood to be killed because of her. That's enough. Emma is one of the victims. Not anymore, Belle couldn't bear it. Now, he had her.
He slowly got up from bed, without taking shower, with crutches under both his armpits, he walked out from his bedroom toward the kitchen. His neck is fine, a bit fine, just the legs, bone fracture because someone had pushed him down stairs as he walked alone that night. And he sure is Gibson.
He's the one who does that.
"Good morning, Honey. You shouldn't get out of bed, you know your legs are not as strong as they used to be. Well, because you are here, we got bacon and eggs, pancakes with syrup. What do you want?"
He took a seat slowly. He breathed. "Just orange juice please. I'm not hungry yet".
Katherine walks to the fridge, then walks back to Jake with glass, and orange juice in her hand. She sat in front of him.
"Honey? I know. Okay, I know. You missed her, you missed Belle. We all are. But? What can we do to look for her? We don't know where she is and besides, she still has her parents who look after her. We're just an outsider, Jake. Nothing we couldn't do".
He shakes his head unbelievable.
"Jake? Listen to me, listen to your mother. We told her parents if anything they knew about Belle, they called us. That's all they can do to keep in touch with us, it's been months and still nothing".
She stared at her son. Slowly she reached his hand with a smile. "We all loved Belle, Jake. Just pray for her. If what you'd said about your English teacher is true, all this. Together, we drag him to justice. Justice for Emma and justice for all of us".
"You're right. Justice for us". Both mother and son smile. "Can you get me bacon?"
Later in the evening. Craig waited for Belle inside the car. She smiled as she saw him, he opened the door for her.
"Your husband just left?" He said. "Look hurried".
"Did I care? No. I don't care". As she slammed the door shut. Her eyes at the window where Betty approached. "Betty?"
She smiles, book on her arm. "Verena". Her eyes on Craig. "You must be her cousin? Hi, I'm Betty O'hare. Verena friend, nice to meet ya. They said, ''You're the doctor".
"Yes. I'am. News about me spread like a new mutant virus".
"Get that lot. Ears everywhere doc".
She wink at him. "You're kinda cute too. Like Verena, owh. Such a beautiful family. Okay. Got to go. See you tomorrow then. Bye".
Both girls were waving. Belle watching her. "You know what, Craig?"
He turns to Belle, she continues. "If you want to know about Emma, you'll see her right now".
"So, Betty reminds you of Emma?"
"Not just remind me. She is Emma, she lives inside hers". She smiled.
Craig nods and understands what Belle means.
"I was shocked when I saw her, thought it was hers but no". She turns to Craig. "Let's go. You don't want to know if he knows we're late".
Craig nodded, starting the engine.
Later that. Craig and Belle arrive at home. Gibson is nowhere to be seen around the house, not from the inside. Just his truck he parked without a driver. Belle closes the door as her eyes wander around the house.
"He's asleep I think. Don't care".
"See you again". She is about to leave but he stops her. "You know Belle? He is still your husband". He chuckled. "He touches you, owns you. You need to know that, you still lived with him".
She pulled her bags down to her shoulder. "Something I want to confess".
"What is it?"
She was sighing out loud. "I don't know what was on my mind last night. I'd just laid on top of his laps and I kissed him. A kiss that changes into a passionate, I don't know what devil possessed me to do that".
"Were you on drugs last night?"
She shakes her head no. "I just don't know how it happened. Something drew me to do so and he liked it".
"You loved him, Belle". He smiled. "Yes, you are".
"How?"
He shrugged, said. "One day you know. When you know, don't forget to tell me". He smiled. "Have a nice day".
He drove back to his motel. Belle slowly reached the porch, opened the door and then she saw Gibson sit at the single sofa in front of the fireplace. She drops her bags on the floor beside him as he looks up at her.
"What?" She asked. "Are you sick? Need an ambulance or ask me to kill you like you did to Emma". Silent, he didn't answer. "I will never forgive you for what you did".
She lift her bags, turning her feet but _
"Belle?" He stopped her by catching her hand. She turned towards him. "You know I will never stop loving you".
"So?"
"I'm going out tonight. You know Veronica? The art teacher? Today is her birthday and all the teachers are gathered in town. Celebrating her. They want me there".
She stared. "So?"
"I hated to leave you, I want you to come with me but _ you know we can't show our marriage in public. And also I can't leave you here alone".
"Exactly what you want to say, I don't understand what you are trying to do. If I am alone, What?! You want to tie me to bed? Lock me down in the basement?"
He stares up at her, she continues. "You're afraid I will run if you go to town?" She laughed. "I can't run, Gibson!" She shouts.
"Where should I run huh? This place is _ what? Nowhere, I don't have money. How is it possible for me to run? We don't even have a TV in this house, what do you expect? If you go _ I'll sleep in the room. That's all I can do, but don't tie me down. Or you rather see me die before I couldn't escape from the fire".
She scoffs. "I moved, walked or peed myself if you tied me to bed".
What she said is true, if he tied her. If anything happens in this house while she's alone. Who's gonna help her? He cannot or dare to see his wife die tragically like that. No, he can't. And so she was right, he can't tie her either.
She bends both her knees in front of him. She sighs, reaching his hand.
"Go. I'll be fine, just don't tie me to bed. I can't run, Gibson. You know that. They need you at the party, just go. After you come back, you will see me soundly sleep without trying to escape".
"Will you promise?" He said softly.
She nodded in a smile. "So? What kind of shirt do you like to wear tonight?"
What is wrong with me? She thought. I hated him but in the meantime I care for him. What the fuck I'm doing?
Now, she understands what Craig said about her earlier. She started to love Victor Gibson by accident.
In town. Gibson parked the truck. Shutting the engine, he walked inside the private pub where the celebration was about to happen. He smiles as he enters, his eyes see them especially, Veronica Bilson.
What the fuck she wearing?
She wears black v-neck, floor length chiffon dresses with heels. She noticed him from far away. Another teacher called for him.
"You made it, Danvers".
"I Am". He turn to her. "I'm sorry I didn't bring any present".
"It's okay. As long as you are here. I'm fine without a present".
He nodded in a fake smile. He takes a seat beside Dick and tries to avoid her. But his thoughts are wrong, she takes a seat beside him and she puts her arm around his shoulder with a laugh.
He knows she is trying to seduce him. She will do anything to get him in bed. He shoved her away and nothing affected her, knowing she was already drunk a bit before his arrival.
"She likes you, Danvers. Come on!"
Later that. He glanced over his watch, the time showing him midnight. Veronica and others were completely drunk after eating cake.
They sing, they dance, they drink and drink. He sits uncomfortably around the corner. Remembering how many times she tried to kiss him, they ask him to send her home.
Then what? Having sex with her?
He froze himself. As they were busy minding their business, he quickly rose up and left the party behind. He hit the gas as fast as he could to go home quickly.
Later that moment, he arrived. The house was still the same as he left, Belle hadn't switched off the light. The bedroom too. He walked on the porch, unlocked the door then shut it behind.
He found Belle sleeping on the floor in front of the fireplace with books scattered around the floor. She must be doing her homework while he's gone and falls asleep.
He thought.
She kept her promise, and didn't run while she got that opportunity to do so. Smile as he watches her sleep.
He collected the book and put it on the table. Then he carried her in his arms back upstairs, laid her on bed, not wanting her to wake up. He took his quick shower before he went to bed. The house is dark now, except for the kitchen _ he let the light on.
Hugs, snuggled behind her and slept. He wants his wife on his bed, he wants Belle beside him. Not the filthy whore like Veronica Bilson.