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"I THINK SHE'S ASLEEP," BELLAMY BREATHED OUT. They had spent a couple of hours in the cave, checking to see if the fog had cleared every hour until it went dark, and they just decided to stay until morning. There were two parts in the cave, with almost a doorway separating them. Charlotte was in one, sleeping, and Bellamy had just entered the other one where Ivy was sitting.
She sighed, leaning her head back against the wall as she glanced at him when he walked in and sat down across from her. "Troubled kid. Landed herself in prison at that age."
"Yeah, I wonder what she did," he said, and they went quiet for a moment. She knew what was coming, and she was racking her brain for an answer before he even asked. "I actually wonder that about a lot of people."
"Why do you care so much?" she questioned, running a hand through her very greasy hair. She never understood why people cared about other people's business so much. It was her life, and it did not affect him.
He shrugged like it was no big deal even though this was the second time he had asked about it in a week. Could he not take a hint? Maybe she did not want to tell someone that she had known for less than five days about her deep, dark secrets, especially not someone who had been annoying her the entire time. "I'm just curious."
"Yeah, well, sometimes that's not a good reason," she informed him. Just because he was wondering, doesn't mean that she just had to tell him. That was the reason that most people asked questions — because they were curious.
He exhaled deeply, and she was so confused as to why he wanted to know her personal business so bad. "I won't tell anyone."
"For some reason, I don't believe that," she scoffed, almost laughing. Why did he think that she trusted him? He and his little minions had been torturing everyone since they landed, forcing them to take off their wristbands in exchange for food and respect. He was a complete and utter asshole.
And yet, he continued to insist, "You can trust me."
"Fine," she groaned, finally giving up after growing tired of his voice. She knew that what she was about to say would shut him up. "You really wanna know? I stabbed someone I hated ten times with a butter knife."
