𝗧𝗘𝗔𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗕𝗦𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡 [𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄] ✔️

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘

"Don't touch ME!"

She wasn't given much of a choice in the matter, for he pulled her into his side, arm wrapped around her shoulders, and grabbed the umbrella from her.

His lack of an umbrella for himself was clear as she felt water transferring from his clothes to hers, making her shiver.

Using the arm around her shoulders, he guided her over to his truck, trying to resist, staying still.

"Get off! I can get to my house just fine". said Belle, still stuttering.

"Your heels are broken Belle!" he hissed. "I don't think you should risk twisting your ankle because of the pride you are trying to do now".

She inhaled sharply. "Pride? you think I'm trying to be prideful in front of you? please!"

"So, you said?"

"I'm not proud of myself. I'm about to burn these heels if I want to but these heels belong to someone!" as her eyes on the umbrella Gibson grip in his hand. "Give me back my umbrella!"

He smitten, grip his hand tightly around the umbrella, he will not give her back as she must listen to what he said.

"Don't be so stubborn, Belle. I hate to see you get sick. Again. Never".

She is about to lunge on him to get her umbrella back but Gibson drags her first then pushes her inside his truck.

He folded the umbrella leaving him soaking wet with rain pouring on him, he got inside the driver side, closed the door as she was about to open the door, he locked the door before she could, now she traps inside his truck with him.

What will he do to her now? enough the kissing, enough he left her his marks on her skin, his touch and... raped.

Enough of all this shit.

"Unlocked this door or I kicked right to your ball! (Gibson studied her) just because it's raining doesn't mean I need your ride! (growled) unlock this door you motherf*cker!"

She demanded. "I can". he said softly as he looked at her. "What the f*ck are you wearing Belle? this is school not matching play date".

"I do whatever I want! and I wear whatever I want!"

Belle leaned the right side of her body on the door, her feet were ready to kick his face if he lunged on top of her, but no, he didn't do anything to hurt her nor a touch.

"Look what you did to me". He showed her his wet clothes. "I'm wet and it's raining out there and you still want to fight with me?"

"I will. Especially you!" grit her teeth.

Gibson sighs heavily. His mind remembered the way he acted toward Belle. He almost raped her in the library that day and he scared her.

He wants to apologize but he loves to do that again right now but her face shows him everything, she's afraid of him.

"Stop arguing. I am late because of you (changing the topic) and my wife is waiting for me to come pick her up at her work place. I'd just want to help, you are my student, my responsibility and you alone back there".

Starting the engine. "I will send you home then I will go to my wife, with thank you of course I want to hear from you or your mom".

"If you had a wife then why did you try to raped me!?"

"I apologize for what I did, and I won't take back what I did".

Frown. She spoke. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"You're just a child. When you reach my age you know Belle. Someday. Anything you wanna add to?"

"Yeah. Let me go!"

Smirking. He said. "My wife is everything to me and she looks just like you. Ask your mom. Lovely woman I ever met".

"Whatever! Now let me GO!"

"NO!" Gibson drove the truck ignoring her. "Nice try (her eyes on him) live band and lie". he turned to Belle, smirking. "I was impressed how you convinced her to have them in our school. Carousel? is where you find them".

Belle tried to open the door while the truck was still moving, he noticed. "Don't bother to open that door or I am the one who will push you out from this truck!" he warned her. "Stay silent Belle. I'm not gonna hurt you".

Moments later.Gibson pulled up, Belle tried to get out of the truck once more, she heard him unlock the door, she reached the knob then slid down out of the truck. She slammed the door hard then ran to her house.

Fighting with her bag to get her keys without thanking Gibson. He watched her smile. The minute she was free from Gibson's grasp. Once she got her key out, it took her a few seconds before she could unlock the door.

When she had it undone, she rushed into the house, closing and locking the door behind her. She took a peep behind the curtains, and saw him still watching her as she entered the house.

A minute later, he drove his truck out of the neighborhood. With that she grabbed her bag, and walked upstairs to her room. She leans on the door, sighs. "What the f*ck!" Setting it next to her desk before going into the bathroom. Then, she dressed herself for work.