DANGER • BELLAMY BLAKE x READER [short story]

P A R T 1

Y O U sat in the metal chair, your tied up hands resting on the metal table in front of you. The table was cold and that coldness seeped through your shirts sleeves and a shiver ran down your spine, but it wasn't because of the cold. You squinted your eyes as one of the guards in front of you shined a light in your face.

"Why am I here?" you asked nervously. You were trying to remain calm, but your heart was beating incredibly fast.

"You don't ask the questions, I do!" the man who had dragged you from your room yelled as he slammed his fist on the table making you jump slightly. "Did you know about the girl?"

"What girl?" you asked with a hint of frustration.

"I said I'm the one who asks the questions." he repeated angrily.

Taking a deep breath, you bring yourself to look straight into the mans eyes. "I don't know what girl you're referring to, sir." you say through gritted teeth. This unexplained treatment is irritating you.

"His...sister." the man said, pausing before finishing his sentence as if the word itself was forbidden.

"Again, I don't know who you are referring to." you answer, making sure not to ask a question even though you wonder about the situation that prompted this questioning, also wondering who the hell he was and who had broken the rules and had a second child making the unnamed boy a brother.

"Don't play dumb with me." The man says as he walks over to you. He sits on the table, facing you, and you lean away from him, his proximity making you uncomfortable but he leans towards you and grabs your face in his hand. You try to pull away but his grip tightens. "You're little boyfriend. That's who has a sister! You expect me to believe you didn't know?"

Bellamy.

Your heart sinks as you realize he's in a great deal of trouble and danger. You pull away from the guard who is interrogating you, and he lets go. "No." you say, your voice trembling. "It can't be. There's no way. He can't..." you trail off as tears form in your eyes. "It's not possible. Where would she have lived?"

"Under the floor." another of the guards responds.

You shake your head in disbelief. "There has to be some sort of mistake."

Neither of the guards responds, leaving you to sit in your shock in silence.

"She obviously didn't know." the second guard finally says. You don't know who he is, but you've seen him talking to Bellamy before. The man who interrogated you walks over to you and frees your hands. You cover your face with your hands, and squeeze your eyes shut.

This can't be happening. It can't be happening.