𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 | bellamy blake

𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏

arabella felt strong arms pick her up. she could barely open her eyes she felt like she had just had a brick wall dropped on her head. 

"bellamy, if that's you..." she slurred slightly. "remember to tell me to kiss you when i can actually move properly." she groaned as he gently sat her up against a tree where clarke also was sat.

"you're both okay." clarke softly said, pulling a twig out of arabella's hair. 

"no. i'm not." bellamy told her. "my mother... if she knew what i'd done, who i am. she raised me to be better, to be good."

"you are good, bell." arabella softly said, her eyes slightly open, she reached for his hand and held it tightly.

"all i do is hurt people." he sniffed. "i'm a monster."

"you aren't a monster, bellamy." clarke shook her head.

"you saved mine and clarke's life's today. you may be a total ass half the time, but... we need you." arabella softly told him, her head resting on his shoulder. "i need you."

"none of us would've survived this place if it wasn't for you." clarke added on. "you want forgiveness, fine, i'll give it to you. you're forgiven, ok?" clarke told him, then she looked at arabella. "but neither of you can run. you have to come back with me. you have to face it."

"like you faced your mom?" bellamy asked.

clarke scoffed quietly. "you're right. i don't want to face my mom. i don't wanna face any of it." clarke drew in a deep breath. "all i think about every day is how we're gonna keep everyone alive. but we don't have a choice."

"jaha will kill me when he comes down." bellamy told them. 

"we'll figure something out. we always do." arabella told him, squeezing his hand.

bellamy let out a small scoff. "can we figure it out later?"

"whenever you're ready." she replied.

bellamy and arabella looked at each other with soft smiles. "where you go, i go." she quietly told him.

...

arabella, bellamy, and clarke arrived back at the camp bringing everything they could need from the supply depot. they heard a commotion apparently someone had let the grounder out, a small smile formed on her face, knowing it would've been octavia. 

"let the grounders come." bellamy said as they entered the camp. "we've been afraid of them for far too long, and why? because of their knives and spears. i don't know about you, but i'm tired of being afraid."

the three exchanged a glance and dropped the guns on the ground. "these are weapons, not goddamn toys." arabella began. "if i see anyone fucking around with a gun, i will not hesitate to-"

"bella." bellamy warned.

the girl rolled her eyes. "just don't be little shits." she waved them off.

"we also have to be prepared to give them up to the guard when the dropships come. but until then, they're gonna keep us safe." clarke added on, her leadership skills showing unlike arabella's considering she threatened to kill anyone who messed around with the guns.