In Captivity

Belle's Blog POV Private

Should I start to write: Dear Diary, or should I just say: Dear Belle, Because I am basically writing this to myself. I write these private posts to get everything off my chest. I am so glad there is no smart people at my school that could track my I.P address and find me out.

I have been getting a lot of messages asking when I am going to post a new update. I have told everyone that nothing interesting has happened lately, I also said I will be going on a mystery trip soon, so everyone got excited. That is not true, I guess I will just make it up. Anyway, today in the morning there was a fire drill, we had no warning and the teacher almost forgot. When we lined up, I overheard Gaston say something about me. I don't know what he was saying, but I have a sneaky suspicion it was about yesterdays encounter with him following me to Alec's house.

The day was slow and boring, and I was very emotional. I ran into the bathroom crying at one point. When I emerged Gaston saw me puffy eyed, and tried to comfort me, then Alec told him to back off, it was like Gaston whimpered and he ran away, he was not his usual self around Alec. Alec was actually nice enough give me a helping hand. His hand was large, when he grasped it he smiled, but this time with his teeth, he's usually smirk a little, but this was different. He had amazing teeth, he could obviously afford to keep them straight and white. I smiled back, a small grin. Was I starting to get the fuzzies for my fathers kidnapper? I hope not. Oh my god. It just hit me, what if what he wanted off me for my father was help, to get his life back on track, after loosing a close friend, and living his life behind a wall, blocking him from having a social life. What if I offered him help, would he realise that kidnapping isn't accepted in society. He had been stuck behind a wall of money long enough for him to forget that you can't live off books and television.

until next time, Beauty xox