Warrior ‣ Bellamy Blake

Thirty-Nine

Harper and Miller were the first ones to walk into the cave, followed by Bryan, Sinclair, Octavia, Archer, then Kane, carrying his daughter.

"What-?" Bellamy began.

"Had to knock her out," Kane explained. "She'll be fine."

"Where's Lincoln?" he asked.

"Pike put a bullet in his brain," Octavia responded coldly. 

"O, O I am so sorry."

Then she swung at him, punching him two more times before Kane set his daughter down and tried to intervene.

"Kane, stay out of this," Bellamy said. He was already bleeding and it hurt that Octavia was upset with him, but seeing reason for the first time in a while made him realize what he's done. It left him numb.

Octavia continued to punch him and hit him, causing the heartbroken girl to beat out her anger on her own brother.

Aella groggily woke up and saw a figure huddled on the ground so she stumbled towards it. When her vision cleared up a little, she saw she was defending Bellamy.

"A, back up," he murmured, spitting out blood and lightly shoving his redhead away. "Just-"

Octavia continued to beat him up with no signs of letting up until she saw fit, stepping back with blood on her fists.

She stared down her brother, angry enough to almost spit on him in disgust for his recent actions and informed him, "You're dead to me." Then she walked outside of the cave, unable to deal with it.

"Dad, go talk to Octavia," Aella ordered. "You're better at handling people who are angry."

Deciding not to disagree, he slipped outside.

"You too, Arch. Octavia might be a little nicer with a kid around."

"I'm not a-" Archer argued.

"You're a young little man," she said. "Either way, you're the youngest and Octavia will be at least a little nicer with you around. If it's too much, come back inside."

"Okay," he murmured.

Aella kneeled down in front of him and kissed his cheek, patting him on the back in reassurance that he could do whatever she wanted him to do. She believed in him. After that, he did do what she said.

Bellamy looked up at the girl he loved while she knelt in front of him, still above him since he laid crippled on the ground.

"Did my dad bring my bag?" Aella asked Miller, Harper, Sinclair, and Bryan.

Sinclair wordlessly handed over her beat-up bag. She pulled out a torn-off piece of cloth, drenched it in some water, and began wiping the blood off of Bellamy's face.

"Now, no complaining," Aella warned. 

"Okay," Bellamy complied quietly, fully aware of the thick tension in the room.

"So, let's get one thing straight," she started. "Are you still siding with Pike?"

"No," he responded honestly. "Not after sentencing you to death and definitely not after killing Lincoln."

"Good. So you're seeing reason now. If only you could've done that earlier."

"Don't do that. Don't make me feel guilty. I already feel bad."

"I know, but I warned you. I warned you that if something happened, I would place the blame on you for not believing in me again."

"I believe in you now."