Peaked -Bellamy Blake¹

1

About 1 year later

I'd been locked up in solitary for 11 months and 12 days.

I spent my 17th birthday locked in here, and in a few short months I'd be spending my 18th floating dead in space.

It kind of sucks, not being able to talk to anyone. I missed my friends, the few I actually had. It's not like I saw them every day anyway but as of now they were the closest thing I had to family, and I hadn't spoken to them since I got locked in here.

I will say it was great to be away from my father. I hadn't taken a beating from him in almost a year.

I wondered how he feels about all this. I never got to talk to him before I was locked up, and probably never would. Good riddance if u ask me, I hated the man's existence and I'm sure he'd say the same shit about me.

I mean, I guess In some twisted way I'd always have a connection to him. He's my blood, and that innate reaction will always be there.

Being here, not being able to communicate with anyone gives a girl a lot of time to think, which is the one thing I've always been good at.

Utilizing a lot of deductive reasoning, I pieced together pretty early on that it had to have been Abby that told the council about Jake and I. At first I figured it had been someone that Clarke told, maybe one of her friends or something that snitched her out. But that would not explain how they knew about me or knew anything about me being the one to discover it.

Clarke had no idea of my existence, I was sure of it. The only person who knew anything about what we were doing in the lab was Abby. I mean, at first I was shocked and might I add, extremely hurt. But then I got to thinking and it kind of made sense for her.

Abby was always one to go with the grain. It made complete sense for her to showcase loyalty to the council.

You know, maybe she did trust Jaha. There was always the chance that she thought he would help convince Jake not to come forward, but it's Jaha. No one can trust that man, floating people was his only defense. I just thought she cared about Jake a lot more than to do something like that.

I was sitting in my bed humming along to it when I heard the door click. That would be breakfast, and I was starving.

Instead of the usual semi sweet lady that brought my food every morning, I was greeted with three large guards that stunk of testosterone.

"Prisoner 320 face the wall" the tall guard ordered.

That's new.

I put my hands up and did what they said. Whatever this is I was going to gonna try and avoid conflict, as much as a conflict magnet can.

"What the hell is this?" I asked with confusion.

"Hold out your right arm."

Were they floating me? It wasn't possible, I didn't turn 18 for a few months, they couldn't just float me early.

"You guys cannot just float me I still have 3 months left!" I yelled. I was turned around, and when the guards started to approach me with some sort of bracelet thing, my whole no conflict idea flew compleatly out the window.

Although these guards had weapons and were probably double my size, I felt no fear towards them in that moment. I pushed one into another that ended up zapping his partner with the electric baton.

Not that I'm any kind of skilled fighter, but being in lock up gave me an outlet to exert my energy. Luckily, it served me well in this instance.

It's strange that I wasn't afraid to fight back at the huge guards with weapons but not once did I find the strength in myself to ever stand up to my father.