Time Bomb.

Part 4

"Got My Heart In Your Hands"

Just hours later, they let me go. I smirked as I walked out of the drop ship, looking around for him. For Bellamy. As soon as I saw him I grinned. Why did I grin? Hell, I should have an angry expression on my face. Not a fucking grin! What is this man doing to me? It's like he's got my heart in his hands and is controlling me. Wait... He wouldn't make me act like this. He'd make me kill myself. Then why am I doing this to myself? I suddenly don't feel the urge to fight him. Just to talk to him. Be friends with him. You know, like we once were! Am I feeling sorry for everything I've done to him? I actually think I do. What is wrong with me? 

They say all we have to decide is what to do with the time given to us. Well, right now all I want to do is be with him. And not be fighting! And no, it's not because I don't want to be tied up and imprisoned any more. I actually want to be with him. Why can't I just be with him?

I walked around camp for a little while, keeping my eye on Bellamy the whole time, him not noticing me once. I couldn't help but smile as I watched him sit and talk to his sister. He looked so calm, so peaceful. It was a big difference to what he looked like when I was in contact with his eyes. I just wish I could make him like that. Make it so he didn't want to punch me every time he saw me. I wish I could put a smile on his face. 

As soon as Octavia stood up and walked away, I made my move. I slowly walked over, already knowing what was coming...
"What do you want Murphy?" Bellamy growled, his body clearly tense now. I sighed slightly, looking him in the eyes.
"I'm sorry!" I replied, honestly. He laughed and shook his head, causing me to frown.
"No, you're not!" He spat back, balling his fist. I tensed up now, ready for the punch. "What do you really want?" I didn't know how to reply. I really was sorry, why couldn't he just see that? Bellamy glared at me, waiting for an answer. I shrugged with a sigh. "Go then!" He growled. I just stayed sat, I was glued to the seat. "I said go!" He shouted, smacking his fist against my cheek, causing me to fall back in my chair a bit. He punched me again. I took it. And again. And again. I wasn't going to fight back. I was tired of fighting him.

Ugh it's another short part. I'm sorry. But Murphy's coming to his senses, yay!
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-Eleanor