CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT

At same night, Gibson went to the club alone, he wear casual suit to get attention from the women's, and he did. As he enter the club, women's eyeing him as he walk toward the bar. He order one bottle of beer for himself and nuts.

Minute pass, someone tapped his shoulder then took a sit beside him. He look on his left.

"Marianne. And you are?" she said, her hand stretched out to him, he study her a bit. "This is where you tell me your name."

Gibson smile, he take her hand. "Trevor."

Midnight, Gibson invite her to his cabin, where he conducts experiments on her, Gibson delivers a monologue to her about the artistic merits of the song, that night, he kill her without mercy with a mirror-polished axe repeatedly.

His first time killing the victim, she made me do this, she always in my mind and you - twisted whore, he panted, her blood splash all over his face and on his transparent raincoat.

He breathe heavily as he wiped the blood on his face, he stare down at the lifeless body on floor. "You motherfucker made me do this, Belle, if I can't have you, then no one else can. I'm fucking kill your boyfriend, you bitch!"

The next morning, Gibson went to school as usual like nothing happen about last night, he disposed her body deep inside the wood away from the cabin, where no one can't find her.

Smile, he enter the room, greetings the teacher. "Good morning."

He walk toward his desk, drop his bag then he walk to staffroom. Having some coffee before school bells rang.

"Morning, Elizabeth." He said, "You're beautiful this morning, can I said why."

She blushed, "You funny, Gibson. No, just wear my new make up I bought yesterday. Is it true I'am, Gibson." He nod yes. "Thank you, my boyfriend never appreciate what I done, I don't know what he want it from me, I gives him everything."

"That mean his not good enough for you, Lizzie. Better move on, find someone appreciate you dearly."

She smile. "Thank you again."

They two smile. He wash the cup as he hear one of male teacher talk about missing woman last night. He turn his head to him, who sit on the couch read the news.

"Look at this, she's gone without trace, she beautiful. She divorce with her rich husband because she cheating on him, and now her ex-husband under police investigate."

"Deserved that, really."

"Quite, did he kill her then disposed her body somewhere place. I mean she may be cheating on him but she don't deserve to died tragically, if he did kill her."

Gibson walk foward him, he reach the papers and read it. He know her, of course he fucking know her, he'd kill her last night and buried her deep to ground.

"She bitch!"

"Excuse me?"

He show them her face, "If I were her husband I kill her too, she deserve it. Cheating, I bet no one can handle her."

"You seems know her dearly, Gibson. Scandal, perhaps."

Gibson folded the paper then hand it to him back. "Considered she your wife, Roberts, you will do the same things." He wink, walk to his desk, reach his things he need, then walk toward his class.

Belle class.

At the hallway, he can hear his student making a loud noise like they were in a zoo or inside animal cages. They really need to be punished by him, especially Belle. He enter the classroom, shocked he saw the boys hanging on the ceiling and laughter, he drop his bag.

"Mr. Fanningan I asked you, get your ass down in here before I slapped your face repeatedly until your nose bleed, is that you want? or should I send you back to hell." They stop, all his students blinked, curious about Gibson word.

Is he make a jokes or last night he been through roughly day with his wife?

"Get your ass down. NOW!"

Fanningan down from the ceiling, he take a sit in chair, Gibson now stare them. "What the fuck you thing you doing in my class? circus?"

"Fun." said one of his student. "Look we need fun okay, doesn't mean you have to use bad word on us, Mr. Gibson."

"Your not child anymore, grown up! this is how you behave in your own house."

"Chill dude, have you forgotten something? one of your student went to hospital because accident he had, bone fracture."

He smirked. He know who they refer to. "Of course, Mr. Harley. I'm sorry that I cannot do anything to help him, careless, he didn't notice what happen around him. That's why he fall."

His eyes roaming, then stop to Belle, she too stare him as he did the same thing. He broke his eyes to blackboard, he reach the chalk, wrote on board.

"Today we learned Shakespeare."

Later night, He went to club again, not hunting for women's, today he hunting a men's. He remembered his co- teacher, Elizabeth talk about her unappreciated boyfriend, and today he saw him in club with other woman than Elizabeth.

Poor Lizzie.

He shouldn't treating her like that, she gives him everything, that what she told him. He need to teach him a lesson, Elizabeth's boyfriend saw Gibson smile at him, who sit on bar chair, he approached Gibson, left his girl behind.

"You smiling at me?" He asked Gibson, he turn to him. "I'd said, you smile at me, who are you? do I know you?"

Gibson outstretched his hand to him, he shook his hand without hesitated, Gibson introduced, "Taylor, I'm sorry if my smile makes you uncomfortable, just - I love to smile."

"I'm Ritchie, it's okay, you have beautiful smile." He drag the chair sit beside Gibson. "So, what you doing in here?"

"Solo's night. I fight with my boyfriend today, so, here I am. Having fun by myself." His eyes to Ritchie's girl whom talking to someone. "She cute, girlfriend?"

Ritchie turn to look at her, "Not really, I have my own actually. She's nice but - what can I'd said, she's not good enough for me, she gives me everything I want." He chuckle.

"Today she wearing her new make up, she bought yesterday and she look ridiculous. She show me how she dress, her make up - totally ugly and not sexy I expected. She went home, cried."

"Have you ever tried to persuade her, apologies that you mocking her what she wear for your satisfaction."

He shake his head no. "For what? she wasn't beautiful, I don't know why I'm still with hers all these years, oh, I get it - because she can gives me everything I want." He laugh.

Gibson smirked, nod his head. "I'm jobless, so, she gives me money, without she know I have someone could satisfy my need."

"She an idiot."

"Yes, she is - idiot." He laugh again. "I'm going to loo, is nice to talk with you, Taylor." He patted Gibson side arm, then went to toilet.

Gibson take one shoot of liquor then follow him behind. He burst inside, the music outside so loud to hear people scream out of nowhere, the room is empty, unzip his pants then take a loo. He didn't notice Gibson are behind him, he lock the door from inside, while people are too busy wasting their life.

Ritchie close his eyes then start to whistle, humming gibberish song. His a little bit drunk before he met Gibson at the bar, Gibson smell him, this is his chance to do his job.

"Fucked you, Lizzie. You stupid asses bitch!" said Ritchie, proudly himself.

Gibson undone his belt slowly behind where Ritchie stand, anger, he strangles Ritchie to death with his belt. Hear him chocked to death.

"You're the one are asshole, Ritchie! She loves you, Rich, and you motherfucker, she support you and gives you everything, and now I teach you a lesson how to appreciate her."

Gibson tight his belt on his neck, he muttered. "DIED YOU MOTHERFUCKER!"

Gibson breaks Ritchie's neck with his belt, his lifeless body drop on the floor, his red eyes open wider and blood comes out from his nose. Gibson hair are mess as they two struggled, breathe, he walk toward the sink mirror.

He wiped his sweat by splashing water on his face, and breathing again. Second pass, he wear his belt back then act like nothing happen, as he walk out from the toilet.

No one notice him when he's out the club nor even the toilet, he gets inside his car then hear women's scream inside the club, he sure they found Ritchie's death body on the floor.

Start the engine, he drove back to cabin.