Couldn't Stop Caring || Bellarke

Eleven.

Octavia sprinted down the halls. Her only thoughts right now were to find Clarke and tell her everything. She knew why Bellamy had asked her not to tell Clarke, but Octavia knew if it was the other way around, Bellamy would want to know. She yelled multiple sorrys over her shoulders as she collided with people walking the opposite way, but she didn't stop. She had to get to Clarke.

She skidded to a halt when she reached Clarke's apartment, almost running into the door. She pounded on the door until Clarke opened it.

"Octavia? What's wrong?" Clarke asked.

Octavia pushed past Clarke and walked into the apartment. She began pacing the room, running her hands through her hair.

"It's bad, Clarke, it's really bad!" Octavia said, still pacing.

"What's bad? Has someone been injured?" Clarke asked.

"No. Not yet. But I can't guarantee someone won't get hurt after this," Octavia said, shaking her head.

"Octavia, you're not making any sense," Clarke said sharply.

"It's Bellamy," Octavia said, finally standing still.

"What about him?" Clarke asked cautiously.

"Jaha's executing him tomorrow morning," Octavia said, tears filling her eyes.

Octavia saw the blood drain from Clarke's face. Her eyes widened, and she stumbled, her hand automatically resting protectively over her bump. 

"That's why I couldn't free him," Clarke whispered. "Jaha never intended to release him. He intended to kill him." 

"It's okay, Clarke. I'm going to fix this," Octavia stated.

"No. I have an idea. Is Jaha making it public?" Clarke asked.

"Yes. He's to be shot in front of everyone tomorrow," Octavia nodded.

"Meet me there tomorrow," Clarke said sternly.

"It'll be too late by then," Octavia said, shaking her head.

"No, it won't. Trust me," Clarke said.

Octavia reluctantly agreed and left Clarke's apartment. Clarke paced the room, her hand on her bump, while she thought about Bellamy and his execution. She would stop it. She had to.

"Don't worry, baby. I won't let them take your daddy," she said softly to her bump.

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Grey clouds covered the sky, leaving a dreary and depressing atmosphere. It suited the occasion well. Bellamy looked around at all the faces he loved as he was led to his death. Everyone was there. Octavia, Lincoln, Murphy, Emori, Raven, Jasper, Monty, Harper, Miller. All the faces he'd grown to love like family. Everyone he loved apart from one. He scanned the crowd for her face. His heart sunk when he couldn't find her. Of course she hadn't come. Why would she? Even after all she'd done for him, Bellamy still refused to see her. She had every right to hate him. 

Jaha stood a few feet from the post he was being tied to, a gun in his hand and a smirk on his face. Bellamy's hands were cuffed behind his back around the wooden post.

"Bellamy Blake. You have been charged for your crimes of attempted murder and assault on the Chancellor. You have been found guilty and are there for sentenced to death," Jaha yelled loud enough for everyone to hear.

Bellamy heard sobs and shouts coming from the crowd. His eyes met Octavia's, who was sobbing uncontrollably. He nodded his head once and smiled at her. He was so proud of his little sister. Their mother would be proud of her, too. She went from being the girl under the floor to the most skilled warrior in their camp.