ROYALTY | RIVERDALE

chapter- 24

chapter 24 || 024

'the hands who saved me'

Pain. I feel my stomach just hurting me every inched that I breathed. Where was I? My head was on something hard. And I was leaned forward. Where the hell as I?! Who picked me up?

As I move my head up into it's right position I can feel my sight dizzying a little. But the smell- I can't forget that smell. The burgers I used to serve everyday for a few hours, how could I? 

I was at Pops

But how? I'm shot!

The man sitting across from me comes into focus but he doesn't look familiar. And why would some random man sit across from someone who just got shot?

He shakes his head and looks out the window. "I need you to keep calm Bellamy."

I almost gasp at the name. My real name. How'd he know my-

They're here.

He's one of the men.

He's one of the men I'm running from, one of the men that want to take me away. That killed my father.

I look around frantically for some type of help but what would he do if I just screamed for help? Probably kill me faster. Or kill everyone in this dinner. Who knows if he has a gun on him. Silently I gulp and give him my attention. 

"Bellamy, you can't keep running like this. We'll just find you over and over again." He doesn't even need to look at me to instill fear into me. He was talking like he liked this chase that was going on. "Why do you make things so difficult?"

I scoffed softly which makes him finally look at me.

"Because I don't deserve this. Because my father didn't deserve it." I whisper softly because even talking hurts. " I don't want anything to do with you or your people. I don't want any of it." I leaned in closer to him and whispered to him.

"Your mother has ran away from her responsibilities, leaving them to fall onto you. And if you don't want them then all you have to do is come with us willingly and sign them away." He explains like it was all so easy. I knew it wasn't so. They killed my father. They keep chasing me. Who's to say that they won't kill me once I 'sign away' those responsibilities?

My head goes for a spin just thinking about my father. I was on the brink of death. I could join him. Then these filthy men couldn't get what they wanted and my mother would have to own up to whatever the hell it is she's doing.

My throat feels dry as I swallow to keep from coughing. "You killed him. You killed him and I watched you do it. He said with his final breath to run and I-" A tear finds it's way down my cheek but I keep my focus on the man. It used to be I wouldn't let him down. But now, sitting here bleeding out from a gunshot wound. It wasn't my choice anymore.

"Bellamy-" He starts again, his hand bringing up a folder onto the table. He opens it slowly and several pictures are peaking out.

It's me.

Me burying that body. Me dancing at one of the clubs I was in before I came here. Me hot wiring the harley I rode on to get here. Me standing on top of a dead body.