save me. :: bellamy blake [1]

chapter eight

edited bitches
bellamy's pov
i stormed outside, taking a few rations from the packet and shoved them in my mouth, then spit them out realising I needed to save these for as long as possible. Bailey's right, i'm fucked in the brain. maybe she could have came with me. Then i would know she'd be safe. Octavia? She hates me and I know Clarke will protect her, along with that Lawrence grounder guy. I wonder if she's left yet? Was she still practising shooting, as if nothing had happened, or was she already on her way back to camp? Either way I'm going back, she can come with me whether she likes it or not.

While walking back, all i could think about was Lia's face, her sadness shown through her eyes. She was right about everything; I am a coward. I am a jerk. And I do have someone, her. I came too the opening we had been about an hour, or two, ago. I should have told her, let her know of my plans and make sure she comes too. Good one, Bellamy.

I then came to the familiar clearing walking closer to the entry of the depot. Almost walking inside, I heard voices,

"Wow, you're crazier than we all thought," A male voice spoke, a smirk could be heard. Was it a grounder? No, his voice was recognisable.

"Dax?" I heard her sweet voice, shake, "G-go back to camp, Bellamy isn't here," Her words that were filled with fear. But why?

"I'm here for you, Little One," Dax's voice spat, and I clenched my fists, but my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. What's he doing here and why is he calling Bailey, Little One? "Where's Bellamy?"

"Don't call me that," Bailey's voice sounded weak. I was asking myself why I hadn't gone in the cave yet. "And I don't know,"

"Didn't think I would have to hurt your pretty face, but your too close with the leader and I can't risk it," I heard a loud bang and a cry of pain before someone started running out of the depot. "Should've just told me where he was, Little One,"

I heard, i'm assuming, Dax's footsteps march up the bunker. I looked around for a place to hide. I felt like a coward. I am a coward.

"Bellamy!" i saw Dax searching for me, and he yelled out, "I know you can hear me!" I was behind him, waiting for the right time to attack him. But what I couldn't stop thinking about was how I didn't rush in to save Bailey.

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bailey's pov
I sat up, the bashing to my head wasn't even to completely knock me out, thankfully. I headed for the exit of the depot, hearing grunting.

I ran up the stairs and out of the bunker seeing Bellamy tackling Dax. But Dax was a strong guy. He pushed Bellamy off him and had a knife in hand ready to kill him. Neither of the two had seen me yet.
I felt my waist strap for the gun I had earlier placed there. I mentally thanked myself for keeping it there and hid behind a bush.

"Nothing personal, Bell, but Shumway promised my mother a spot on the Exodus in exchange for your precious life," I saw Bellamy struggling to push Dax's hand, with the knife, away and took this as my cue to step out.

"Drop it, dick head," I threatened at the large but, my gun aiming at him,

"Because you know how to shoot, right?" his head snapped my way, same as Bellamy, but Dax just chuckled.

His words angered me and I aimed for his left leg and instantly shot at it, not missing. Bellamy was startled by my sudden confidence burst but smiled, proud, I guess.

Dax automatically went for his bloody foot and Bellamy used this opportunity to pin him down. he grabbed the knife and plunged it through Dax's chest. I flinched are Bellamy's actions. He looked heartless. I instantly felt bad for Dax as I watched him suffering. Deciding it was for the best, I shot him, ending his pain.

Bellamy's eyes looked as if they were once dark and now they were returning to their original chocolate brown colour. He dropped to the ground and a tear dropped from his eye. My facial expression softened and i rushed to him as his body dropped to the ground.

"You're okay," I looked into his eyes but he didn't do the same. I touched his arm to show comfort but he looked as if he couldn't feel it, I examined his bloodied face and the bruises on his collar bone [better not be hickeys] feeling bad for him,

"No, I'm not," I gave him a questioning look and opened my mouth to speak but he beat me to it, "My mother," he paused, thinking, "If she knew what I've down," he looked at me but didn't make eye contact, "Who I am, I- she raised me to be good, Bailey," he shook his head i winced at his words

"Bellamy-"

"And all I do is hurt people," he ignored my comment, "I hurt you," his pupils looked to show as if he was brain dead. Not moving or twitching. Then he sniffled, that's when I realised he was crying. He shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut,
"I'm a monster,"

"Hey," I said grabbing his face with both my hands. Making sure he was looking at me, "You saved my life today," I smiled at him, "And if some times your a jackass, that doesn't change the fact that I-" I cut myself off looking at him and he was finally looking into my eyes, our foreheads nearly touching "I- I need you, Bellamy." I whispered, a tear rolling down my face, "We can't survive without you so you can't run away, because by running away your jeopardising our safet-" he cut me off by our lips slowly touching each other. His moves against mine, but lips didn't move until I process what was happening. He put his hand on my cheek, deepening the kiss a little. We pulled away gasping for air, he pecked my cheek, smiling against my skin. I smiled at him sadly,

"Please don't leave me, Bell," I whispered,

"I promise," he said and pecked my lips quickly. we were leaning against a tree, my head laying on his chest and I felt his body move up and down. We just looked at each other, staring at the others eyes.
"I- I think I really like you little one," he said softly,

"I know I really like you too, Bell," he smiled and kissed my nose.
"Is it okay if I start calling you Bae?" He whispered, jokingly. I hope he was joking, anyway.

"No. You are never calling me that, ever. For now I'm your little one," A grin spread on my face, then a gross smell came upon my nose, wiping the smile off.

"Uh, what is that?" I asked, waving my hand trying to get rid of the smell. That wasn't working. My nose was scrunched up.

"That would be this psycho," Bellamy pointed to the dead boy in front of us.

"Lets go back to camp," I said standing up and held my hand out to Bell,

"Okay," he smiled and took my head,

"When we get back," My voice was stern and I pointed to Bellamy, "We are both," I motioned my finger between the two of us, "speaking to Jaha,"

Bellamy groaned but nodded. I could tell he was dreading this but it was for his own good. Plus he doesn't even know how the Chancellor reacted to Bellamy being the shooter. This things I kept telling myself weren't really helping me, but still, I kept trying find more late excuses that might make him feel better, or at least make me feel better.
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sorry no gifs, i wrote this on my phone so maybe i'll some tomorrow, we'all see. but it's 11:00 here so
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-coco