The Blind Woman and The Hyena

III

Days have passed. Alma and Bellamy's friendship grew closer over those days. They walked around town holding each others hand, talking as they walked by the beach, him reading a book to her as they sat by the tree far end of the island. Those were such wonderful memories they both had together. Of course, there was one terrible memory that Bellamy hates remembering. The day his mother was killed.

"Supposedly, Bellamy's mother was just walking by when a man showed up and  killed her."

"Oh my goodness! Poor, little Bellamy. He must be so heartbroken hearing about his mothers assassination.."

Alma and her father took Bellamy into their home. He was given his own room and got him new clothes and shoes. He didn't sleep in the new room that was given to him. He slept with Alma as she stroked his hair as he cried for the entire night. He felt so sad and hurt and angry that someone would even dare kill his own mom. She was the kindest person anyone would've met.

"Why would someone kill my mom..?", asked Bellamy.

"Who knows. Has your mom ever dated anyone?", asked Alma.

"Well, before I was born, she did. But that was a long time ago. She has never mentioned who my dad was nor have I ever met him.", He said.

''Oh."

There was a knock coming from their door.

"Come in!"

The door opened. Alma's father walked inside.

"How you feelin, Bellamy?", he asked.

"I guess a bit better... I'm still upset at the fact that someone would do that to mama... she didn't do anything to be killed!", shouted Bellamy.

"I see. Well, the marines manage to find out the culprit and it turned out to be your father who killed your mother. Apperently, he wanted to know where you were but not to see you. To kill you. Your mother refused to tell him your whereabouts and he got mad, and, well, he killed her. All out of anger.", said Alma's father.

Bellamy's face went pale. The man who his mother never talked about, his own father whom he never met, killed his mother. Alma wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly as he gripped on her bed sheets and holding back his tears.

"Why... why.... why would he do that?!", shouted Bellamy, ''MAMA DID NOTHING WRONG!!!"

"Bellamy-san! Please, calm down! I know you're hurt, but I can't have you go out and take someone else's life out of anger and for revenge!", cried Alma.

"HE KILLED MY MOM!! I WANT HIM DEAD!! I WANNA...- I GOTTA MAKE HIM SUFFER!!!", cried Bellamy, ''I-I... hic.... want him to...."

"I know, Bella-san..."

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Bellamy was depressed for days, weeks even. Alma tried her best to cheer him up but he never looked at her direction. She was hurting for her best friend. Alma's father had put her in dancing and gymastics classes since she was 4 years old. Now at the age of 6, she was out competing and prepared a special recital for her best friend and the passing of his mother.

"Bellamy, get dressed."

"Why?"

"Alma had prepared something for you. She's been putting so much effort to this surprise for you and late mom.", said Alma's father.

"She... she did??"

"Yes, now get changed. We're gonna be late!"

''Okay, okay! Geez.."

Once Bellamy finished changing, he walked out of the house and met up with Alma's father. They both walked to the dancing studio. Seeing the sight of the studio just amazed Bellamy. Who knew her dad had put her in such a place. They two walked inside and sat in the reserved seats that Alma set for them and her hispanic family.

"Who are those people?", asked Bellamy.

"Those are her mother's family. She left me and Alma right after she was born all because she was blind. Her own family disowned her because she abandoned her daughter and I. Alma never met her mother after that.", he said.

"Oh..."

The curtains opened soon after and in the middle of the stage was Alma, in a beautiful blue dress with white flowers on them and wearing a white flower crown on her head. The music began with a soft melody. Alma began her routine with a simple spin and extended her arms in the air. Her dress moving up and down as she skipped softly and spun once more. Her routine was almost like ballet. Soft and elegant. Bellamy's eyes widened as he saw a glimpse of his mother's spirit dancing around Alma. His mother loved to dance whenever she was alone drinking in the night after a long day at work. She extended her arm out and spun then stopped herself and stood on her toes and bowed to the crowd.

"She.... she danced just like mama...", mumbled Bellamy.

"You mother danced?", asked Alma's father.

"Ye-yeah... right when she gets home, she dances after a few glasses of wine..", he said.

Alma quickly got down the stage hours later after her next performances. Bellamy ran towards her ane hugged her tightly.

"B-bellamy-san!"

"You did all this, for me?", he asked.

She nodded.

"I did. I-I wanted to make you happy again s-so I asked my dance teacher if she cou..-"

"Thank you, Alma-san. I loved your performance.", he said in a soft tone.

He watched as she blushed slightly and smiled from ear to ear and hugged him back. Alma's father knew that Bellamy loved Alma. More than just friends or best friends. He loved her. He truly loved her. She was his first crush.
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(Present time, Bellamy: Age 23)

Bellamy zoned out as he held a drink in his hand as he watched the girls dance in front of him and some sitting next to him talking to him. He wasn't feeling anything at the moment. He wasn't in the mood to get seduced by his own crewmates.

"I gotta go.."

''Huh? Bellamy?"

He stood up and walked back to his quarters and saw the same bird that delivered Alma's letter a year ago.

"Another letter?"

The bird nodded and handed the letter to him. Bellamy paid the fee and opened the envelope. He saw a picture fall out and picked it up to see her and Zuko together at a carvival eating cotton candy and candy apples.

"Having fun at the carnival with Zuko and father. Remember the times we spent there when we were younger, Bellamy-san?", he read outloud, ''Hah, I remember..."

He smiled softly remembering the times he saw her placing ice cream on his nose and shoving cotton candy in each others faces. She may be blind but just remembering each others laughters made him smile.

"I'll be back soon, Alma. Just wait a little longer, alright?"

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