Bellamy Blake Imagines

Rash P3

"I'll take her." Monty's mom says as she reaches for the girl I'm holding up. I swivel, putting myself between them and glare. "Relax (y/n). I'm far more gentle than the others, she won't be harmed."

I stare her down for a second, not really sure if I can trust one of Pike's. The girl's legs begin to give even more, the older woman races over and helps me support her weight. "Please be careful with her, she is in no state to be up and around. She shouldn't be out of bed." I say softly, losing my glare as I look at the poor girl.

She bears the rest of the woman's weight and enters the cell. "Orders are orders (y/n)." My glare soon returns to my face. "I'll get her as comfortable as I can."

"Move traitor." One of the guards barks as he shoves me out of the way. I try to catch myself but tumble onto the floor.

I push myself onto my hands and knees. "Bastard." I mumble under my breath and I leer up at him as he is walking away. I shift my gaze to Bellamy, who is standing nearby. He looks as if he is debating on whether or not he should come over and help me up.

"(Y/n) are you alright?" A voice asks from down the hall. I follow it and see Lincoln being lead my way. I get to my feet and straighten out my clothes.

"I'm fine Lincoln. This is nothing new, certain guards have always had it out for me. That asshole just happens to be one of them."

"Your people shouldn't treat you like that."

"Quiet Grounder!"

"Guards shouldn't do a lot of things Lincoln, especially lately. They have a bad habit of letting the power go to their heads and start thinking they can treat others like trash. Sad to say I was once proud to be one." I snark at the man gripping Lincoln as they walk past me.

"Lincoln!" Both of us look back and see Bellamy holding back Octavia. "Lincoln, what's happening?"

"Don't fight them. I'll be fine, just don't do anything foolish." He answers before getting dragged into the cell.

"There is nothing you can do O. Just listen to him and stop before you get in trouble."

"It's true. Trust me I wish there was some way to help but there is nothing we can do right now." I say as I walk over to the Blakes.

"You can't help with this but you can help me with something, follow me." She asks quietly as she starts to walk away. We both follow but she freezes. "Stop (y/n), just Bell. You should go find your dad." She quickly adds and she pulls her brother down the hall. I guess she didn't have a chance to let him know she is back yet.

After racing around for Dad I finally find him with Abby, in some random hallway. "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"

They give each other some space as they look over at me. "Not at all hun, what's up?"

I glance over my shoulder and down the hall. Good, no one. "I've been looking everywhere for you. I ran into Octavia, she is with Bellamy right now. Now that she is back, what's next?"

"I know, I've seen her too. She won't be here for long though, we need her outside. Once Clarke gets Bellamy on our side, things will be easier."

"Clarke is here? What else haven't you told me?"

"A lot is going on right now (y/n). Let's just stick to the plan and I'll fill you in later."

"Well scrap that because you're gonna need a new plan." O informs us as she dashes around the corner with Clarke in tow.

"What?" Dad gasps as only focuses on hugging her daughter.

"Bell didn't get on board with the plan. But we don't have time to talk right now, the guards are on their way."

Dad slides part of the wall up. "Okay then, hurry." O nods and slips inside the opening.

Clarke stops in front of the hole and grabs my arm. "We really need Bellamy's help (y/n). He is hurt right now and wouldn't listen to reason. He won't hear me out but he will definitely listen you. Please get through to him."

I bite my lip and nod, not trusting myself with words right now. She gives me a quick hug and races in after Octavia. If he won't listen to you Clarke, why the hell would he listen me? Dad returns the wall to normal and pulls me down the hall. I can't let everyone down, what am I going to do?