BTWTM || bellamy blake

The 100

My hands tightened into fists as I stared down the old man serving my sister her food. "That's not enough." I said and down to her plate that was less food than yesterday.

He shrugged from his side of the service window. "We've had to make changes to our rations. That's all she gets."

"Athena, it's fine," Lily whispered next to me, grabbing her plate and preparing to walk away.

I slammed my hand on the metal counter. "No, it's not fine. Just give her a little more."

The guy had the nerve to mess with me today. "Step away from the window before I call the guards," he warned, the corner of his eyes wrinkled as he glared at me.

"Like hell. I won't leave until you give her more."

The guy pressed a button to his left and a beeping echoed through the dining hall.

My chest tightened as I heard the chatter of people around us faltered. "Hey! You didn't need to do that. Just give her the damn food."

I never asked for much in my life. All I ever wanted was my sister to survive, even when I was long gone. It was such a simple request. It was already hard enough to stay just above starving with the way we lived, and the man wasn't making it better. He could've found the smallest sliver of sympathy and helped us, not be an asshole.

Lily tugged at my arm, but her efforts didn't work. I remained where I was. Those who weren't before were now watching what was taking place, eyes full of curiosity. Most likely feeling some sort of relief the alarm wasn't meant for them.

Two members of the Guard walked up to us in their black suits. They were the ones to help keep law and order. But they strayed away from their original purpose after so many years with the constant disregard for common decency and overreach of authority. Not all of them were dickheads, but it was rare to find one who actually cared.

"Is there a problem here?" the tall blond one asked with his partner right behind him.

"Yes, there's a problem," the old guy said as I said, "Yes, sir, there is."

"This brat won't leave the window."

"And this ass won't give my sister more food," I growled.

"Miss, this is causing a scene. Please move out of line."

My mouth fell open slightly. I wasn't surprised really, but a part of me hoped they'd be on my side this one time. "Are you kidding me? You're telling me to walk away when this dying piece of garbage is robbing us of a proper portion of food?"

The blond said nothing and placed his hand on my back, beginning to push me to the side.

"Don't touch me!"

I resisted and tried to go back to my original, but the other guard stepped in. He grab onto my right arm and pulled me towards him.

Some people confidentially say how they'd handle situations and judge the decisions of others. Problem with that was they didn't know exactly how they'd react until they go through it themselves, their true fight or flight response. I always thought I'd comply and be the rule follower I tried to be. Never in a million years did I expect myself to reel back my free arm and make my fist collide with the guard's face.

Everything went silent as the guard stumbled to the side. It took a second for my mind to register what I did. I fucked up big time.

"Oh, my god. I-I'm sorry," I said as dread washed over me.

"That's it," the guard said, straightening himself and rubbing his cheek. "You're under arrest for resisting orders and assault."

No.