Bellamy Blake Imagines

Mistakes

Things have gotten heated at Arkadia ever since we found our people from farm station. Pike who was an old teacher from the Ark who taught us "criminals" about earth skills a few weeks before we were sent to the ground, has decided to take matters into his own hands.

I made my way towards the front gate, gun hanging by my side as the gate opened, ten of our own, including Bellamy, walking through covered in blood. I came to a stop, eyes wide as I ran up to him. "Oh my god, Bell," I muttered, placing my hands on his face, moving it around to try and find any injuries.

"Hey, hey, I'm fine," he whispered, placing his large hands on my forearms. I let out a sigh, relieved that he's okay.

"What happened?" I asked him and before he could answer, Pike came up to us.

"Good job planning that attacks, Bellamy," he mentioned to my boyfriend and my heart plummets, looking back at the olive-skinned man.

"What?" I whispered, stepping back from him as tears began to pool in my eyes. "Bellamy, please tell me you didn't jeopardize our alliance?" I asked and he stayed silent, his head hung low. A couple tears slid down my cheeks as I began to walk away from him, shaking my head.

"Y/N, wait," Bellamy called out and I stopped in my tracks, hearing him running up to me. He stood in front of me, attempting to move a strand of hair out of my face, but I back away from him. Hurt filled his dark brown eyes, watching them become glossy as he let out a breath. "Look, I-I just thought I was doing what was right for our people," he whispered and I scoff.

"Help our people? Help?! You killed three hundred grounders that weren't even attacking us! How are you helping our people by painting a giant fucking target on our backs!?" I yelled, gaining the attention of people around us. Bellamy just stood there pressing his lips together as he placed his hands on his hips.

I walked away from everyone before I broke down, feeling absolutely betrayed by my own goddamn boyfriend. I went into my room, slamming the metal door shut behind me as I let out a scream, throwing my rifle across the room. I punched the wall, letting out a small cry as the pain in my hand intensified. A sob escaped my lips, squeezing my eyes shut as I held my hand to my chest, collapsing to the floor, banging the back of my head off the wall.

A knock on the door made me jump, clearing my throat. "One minute," I muttered, wiping the tears from my cheeks, making sure I look presentable before opening the door. A worried Octavia stood on the other side and I gave her a small smile. "Hi, Octavia."

"Hey, how are you feeling?" She asked and I shrugged my shoulders, fiddling with my fingers.

"I don't know, honestly. Hurt? Betrayed? Both maybe," I mumbled, leaning my hand on the door, wincing as I remembered that it was injured. I looked down at my hand, my vision becoming fuzzy as I stumbled slightly. "O, I don't feel so well," I slurred, my eyes rolling into the back of my head before I fall forward.