CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR

The cabin. Gibson lean his back on bed, half naked, his right hand crumble the cover as anger took him. He still think about the kiss Belle and Jake had on the dance floor, what she playing at, trying to get my attention or to get me jealous?

He never expect that will happen right front of his eyes, in front of Craig and in front of everyone. This is outrageous shit. What will he'll do, he lose his mind since last night and barely close his eyes nor eat.

This morning, Craig took his early flight cause of the argument between Him and Craig yesterday. How many time Craig must tell him about Belle, forget about her but he can't. He can't forget about her, he can't snap his finger then forget about her, he can't.

Belle is everything for him.

He could died if he's not with her, she's the angel of death, if she take his life, he's death. He put his palm on his chest, suddenly he felt sharp pain through his heart as he remind of that kiss, painful, bleeds and she betrayed his love.

How can she not see him?!

He was there everytime she goes, his right there for her, with this she repay him for what he did for her. That slut. She will never been forgiven unless she begs him, yes, he make sure she begs him.

Oh, I love to see her begs me he thought, her picture went viral since yesterday, people won't stop uploading, he threw his phone side of bed. He's up from bed taking shower, she will pay for this.

Decker's house. She heard a honking sound from outside- Emma's mother was driving her to school today, she hurried outside, slinging her backpack over one shoulder and locking the door before heading down the walk way. Hopping into the car, she hoped that everything would be okay since yesterday happen.

Thankfully, as they were pulling into the parking lot, Belle noticed that Gibson's truck wasn't there, and as the day went on, she finally began to relax as she realized that he wasn't there today, a fact made all the more prominent with the substitute teacher in her english class. This little fact had a clearly seen affect on her attitude, though neither of her friends commented on it.

It had been a while since she was happy, and they guessed that she was glad to see her parents always on her side. Neither of them realized the real reason for her happiness was because of the missing teacher, the very one they often teased her about, saying he had a crush on her. Belle knew that, if they had any idea of his obsession of her, they wouldn't be so quick to tease.

Belle's final stop of the day was a visit to the library, where she picked up some books that she'd been meaning to read, as well as several that were required for her to read for class. She was slightly subdue for that trip, doing her best to make sure that she was either in an area were people would see her - thankfully for her, she only had to do the latter once, in order to get the third book form her required reading list.

"Thank you so much for doing this, Mrs. Evigan." Belle said again as she climbed into the back seat on the Emma's mother car.

"It's no problem, dear." Mrs. Evigan said, pulling away from the curb and heading in the direction of Belle's house.

Belle and Emma chatted about some inconsequential things during the drive up until they pulled up in front of her house. Mrs. Evigan turn her back to Belle.

"Your face went viral all over the network, you suddenly being famous and who's that boy? he's handsome. Wasn't Harley's son."

"You caught me, Mrs. Evigan." she smile, bit her lips. "Was an accident, I confused. I didn't expect that."

Emma snort, she patted her mother laps. "He intend to marry Belle after graduate. I was there and I saw everything."

"Good, wasn't that good, is good. He show you how he truly love you and he already proof it. Oh, I can't waited to hear the sound of wedding bells. Invite me dear, I would love too."

Emma's mother smile. "Such fun."

Belle smile blushed, getting out of the car, Belle waved to them, and walked up to the steps, going into the house and watching them drive away. Emma kept her eyes on her best friend until she couldn't anymore, turning to look at the road once that happened. Before they turned off the street, Emma noticed the truck that belong to Belle absent teacher today, and narrowed her eyes a bit.

What was Mr. Gibson doing near Decker's house she thought to herself, then shrugged the thought away. He was parked in front of a house several houses away from Decker's, in front of a house well-known to belong to a old couple. He's probably just visiting she thought again.

Gibson's truck, he know Emma's mother driving Belle home, so he quick hiding himself under the seat not wanted the Evigan's saw him in truck for no reason. He choose to park in front of the old couple house was his cover, so if Emma saw his truck she will think he was visiting the old couple. How brilliant is that?

He wasn't trying to hurt Belle anyway, if he want to hurt her he already in her house and strangling that slut, but, no he won't hurt her. He up from his hiding after Emma's mother drove pass his truck, he felt relief, and still want the answer from Belle, why he kiss her? are they two couple? what if -

Gibson climbed out of his truck, eyes on neighbourhood and cost is clear.

Belle locked the door behind her, her parent wasn't home yet, heading straight up to her room, where she dropped her bag on her desk chair and went into her bathroom, shutting the door behind her. She didn't notice that her door started to close when she walked into the room, only becoming aware of it when she heard it close. Curious as to had closed her door, she finished her business, washed her hands and opened the door to the bathroom.

Minute pass, she's out from bathroom wearing her bathroom robes, drying her hair. Still no suspicious about the door went close or so whatever, she went out. Her eyes widened as she saw Gibson in her room, since she knew that there was no way for him to get into the house. She had, after all, made sure to lock the doors. Backing up until she hit the sink as he stepped foward, she realized, foolishly, that she's trapped herself in there.

She turned, going to grab something to throw at him or she must fight him, but, before she could even get her hands on something, he grabbed her by the waist, pulling her to him. She fought against him, having more room to kick her legs and use her arms to fight him. Stronger than she was, he was able to get her through the door without much trouble, though he did find her flailing limbs a bit troublesome.

The only strength she had, Belle stretching out her legs and kick him between his legs right through his balls. She about to jumped happiness as she did, but, surely he will attack her if she so happy and not noticed him, she see him grunted in pain, both of his knee drop on the floor holding in.

"What the fuck!" He scream echoes in her room, she feel trying to kick him at his face but no she won't, kicking between his legs was pain enough he get from her. His face red and sweating as he bear his pain. "FUCK!!"

She reach hair dryer as her weapon, in case if he pounce on top of her, which she can hit his head with that dryer.

"I called the cops if you standing up, Gibson! no more mister nice guy." said Belle, gritting her teeth. "I had enough of you! what the fuck you doing here and how you get in here?!"

"FUCK! you will pay for this you bitch."

She grip hair dryer in her hand firmly, as she hear the bitch word out from his lips, she really want to hit him unconscious on the floor then call the police let them caught him, but, as she remember that he had a wife at home waiting for him.

Then what the hell is he doing in here if he had fucking WIFE!

"EXPLAIN yourself!" She shouts.

"The truth." He shouts.

"About what?!" She shouts back.

He look at her, slowly he reach something could help him standing up, she can see how shaking his legs are as he bear his pain, I kick his balls she thought, still, she firmly grip the dryer on her hand.

"What?!"

"Who he is to you? friends -." He was slow in sitting up trying hard not to whimper in pain at how sore between his legs was, wiped his sweat all over his face. "Lovers."

"Doesn't had to do with you."

"That's not the answer I want it." He said softly. "I want to know."

"THERE'S NO FUCKING HAD TO DO WITH YOU, GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"

He knocked his own breath with the action she show him, he try to walk towards her, wanted to forced his kiss on her lips, but, he backing up. He left the room after quick glance at her form her bedroom door.

Seconds later, she heard the front door open and close. It was only after that happened that she finally moved, shocked, she drop herself on the floor.