'𝐨𝐡 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚' | Bellamy B.

𝙎𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣

𝟒: 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐲'𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐰

|⟡ ☾ ˚° 𖤓 °˚ ☽ ⟡ | 

Stella's head began to pound as she woke. "Hey? You awake?" A voice asked. Stella peeled her eyes open revealing a blurry Jasper. It was dark out instead of daylight.

She grunted and grabbed the side of her head. "Stella?" He asked again. Stella grabbed his arm for support as she pulled herself up to a sitting position. Jasper held a damp cloth that he cleaned her head with.

As her visions cleared, memories began flooding back in. She looked beside her at Bellamy who was still out cold. 

She looked at Octavia who hovered over both of them. "Where's Murphy?" She looked around at the calm camp. 

"He went after Charlotte." She replied. Stella widened her eyes. "What?"

She slowly tried standing up but Octavia pushed her down again. "Slow down, you could have a concussion." Octavia held her finger out in front of Stella trying to get her eyes to follow.

"I'm fine, I gotta go after them. Murphy'll actually kill her if he finds her." Stella used Octavia's shoulder to stand up.

The brunette shook her head. "You wanna go off in the woods? Alone? In the dark?" 

Stella cringed at the sentence. A groan came from the oldest Blake as he opened his eyes. "Now I don't have to be alone." She huffed.

"Hey, you alright? We gotta go after Charlotte and Murphy." Stella shook the boy. She helped the boy up to a standing position. He nodded before motioning for her to start walking.

Stella wasted no time walking into the wood. She heard Bellamy's heavy footsteps behind her after a few moments. The two wandered the forest in the direction Octavia pointed out.

"Charlotte!" Murphy's voice could be heard yelling.

Stella shook her head before turning around to Bellamy. "What the hell were you thinking?" She asked. Bellamy stopped walking and faced her. "I was giving--"

"The people what they wanted? Yeah. How'd that work out?" She asked. 

Stella didn't mean to be mean, she just had a odd way of handling stress. Often, when the blonde would get overwhelmed, anger would be her main resort. She wasn't good at showing her emotions.

Bellamy scoffed and clenched his jaw. "You idiot. What the hell are we gonna do now? He's sure as hell not going to just let this go." She shouted.

"Keep it down." Bellamy tilted his head. Stella huffed before continuing off forward. "I'm sorry, okay? I was wrong." 

"Good lord, Bellamy. You literally kicked the bucket beneath Murphy's feet. Your more then wrong." Stella scolded.

"I know that." He shook his head. "You took it way too far." Stella stated as she continued walking. 

Bellamy went quiet as they silently trekked.

A hand pulled Stella back. She looked to him in confusion. He placed his fingers to his lips before launching forward and grabbing Charlotte. 

Stella looked around in a pannick. "Where's Clarke and Finn?" She asked. 

"Charlotte! You can't hide forever. Don't worry. We won't hurt you." Murphy taunted. 

"Let me go!" Charlotte pulled from Bellamy's grip. Bellamy only continued trying to pull Charlotte away from Murphy's voice. 

"I'm trying... hey, hey. I'm trying to help you." Bellamy tries to calm the younger girl down. "I'm not your sister! Just stop helping me! I'm over here!" Charlotte screams. Stella finally realized that the guilt was getting to her.

"Hey. Listen to me, what you did was wrong. But it doesn't mean you can't be forgiven. Your making things worse by doing all of this. Just let us help you." Stella shakes her head.

"Just go, okay? I'm the one they want." Charlotte looks at her feet. She began to run away but Bellamy caught her in time. "Okay, Charlotte, listen to me. I won't leave you." Bellamy states.

"Please, Bellamy." Charlotte tried running again but Bellamy snatcher her and threw her over his shoulder. 

"Murphy! I'm over here!" She screamed