Belle awoke and looked at her surroundings. Fresh white sheets... On a bed... Iron bolted door... Where was she?
The last thing she remembers is jumping to her death, killing herself to be with Adam. So shouldn't she be dead? She should be in heaven or hell or purgatory, not this dull room!
Belle jumped off the bed and surveyed her surroundings. The only way out was the iron door. Belle rushed to the door and peeked through the bars. She screamed when she saw a man looking at her, then realized who it was.
"LeFou! What's going on?" Belle clutched in her grasp the metal bars and shouted.
LeFou twisted his hands nervously. "Um, um, oh, uh, you see, um-"
"Let me take care of it," a man who walks out from the dark shadows interrupted.
"Gaston?!" Belle flashbacked to when Adam died and she jumped.
"I'm supposed to be dead!" Belle whimpered while crazily banging her head against the bars.
"I'm so confused!" Belle let go of the bars and tumbled backwards, falling into the duvet covers.
A click was heard as Gaston unlocked the door and stepped in the containment room.
"I-I jumped..." Belle had cyan tears flowing from her eyes as she looks up to Gaston.
Gaston took a few steps closer, crowding near her. "I caught you."
Belle looked up, gazing at Gaston with tears. "W-why would you do that? You knew I wanted to die!"
Gaston stepped closer. "The thing is, darling, you don't want to die. You're just in shock. Grief. You'll get over it."
Belle ran to the metal wall and heavily started banging her head against it harshly. Maroon blood started dripping from her forehead.
Gaston took Belle's hands and twisted them like a cop behind her back. "You are not to harm yourself, do you understand?" He asked Belle calmly, whispering in her ear.
Belle stopped thrashing and calmed
down for a second. All the energy she had seemed gone. She seemed calm and fine now. Gaston nodded. "Good. Now-"
Belle yelled and broke free of Gaston's grasp and started punching the wall. Every punch was followed by a cry of pain, yet Belle kept on going.
"LeFou! Bring the chains!" Gaston shouted.
Gaston tackled Belle and pinned her to the floor, him on top of the crazy, bauling girl. Gaston pressed against Belle.
"Oh, darling, I was hoping it wouldn't have to come to this..." Gaston spoke to the crying woman who wouldn't meet his eyes.
LeFou opened the cell door and fastened a metal chain to the bed and tying the other ends to Belle. The chains were two feet. Belle couldn't move two feet from the bed. She couldn't harm herself or do anything. Belle remained unresponsive to outside
stimuli and kept crying. Blood continued to drip down her forehead.
"Darling, I love blood, but not on you," he whispered, taking his hand and caressing the blood, wiping it off.
Gaston abruptly stood up and left, locking the door behind him.
Gaston ignored LeFou and marched to his bedroom and study, sitting down and placing his black leather boots on his wooden desk.
Gaston put a hand on his forehead. "She tried to kill herself again. She can't bear to live with me. She hates me."
He looked around at all the game trophies he had pinned to his wall. Many elk and wolves heads, some deer's. Their eyes seemed to threatenly stare at Gaston, looking ready to kill.
Barbells and weights were laid in the other corner of the room. Gaston tried picking up a 250 with his left hand, and while shouting, did it.
Nothing can stop me.
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Fragments- a Belle x Gaston (Beauty and the Beast)
Fanfiction"You can't run, and you can't hide." "But I can die." The Beast died that fateful night, leaving Belle and Gaston alone. Will feelings spark between them, or will Gaston and Belle's relationship be one-sided?
