bellamy blake imagines

talk

warning: swearing

-"(y/n)!" you turned back to the boy who seemed to be furious, "don't turn your back on me!"

you looked at the freckled boy, turned away, pointed to your back and stomped off in anger.

you made your way to a rushing river, dipping your feet in the cool water.

you kicked the water, thinking about your previous argument with bellamy.

you were arguing about how he broke a guys nose after he found you with another guy after you found him with another girl.

your relationship didn't have a label, you weren't boyfriend and girlfriend but you also weren't a one time thing.

you heard rustling in the bushes behind you.

-"go back to camp, bellamy, i can't deal with the bullshit right now." you muttered.

it fell silent, you expected bellamy to have another go at you or something.

you turned around to see nothing, your frowned and put your boots back on.

another noise was heard from the bushes.

you wiped around and pulled out your knife.

-"bellamy?" you heaved, searching the area.

the bushes slightly moved and you quietly moved towards it.

you moved the bushes to see what was in and a rabbit hopped out.

you smiled and kneeled down.

-"hi, buddy, you really scared me." it let you pet it.

the bunny suddenly hopped away.

you grabbed your knife, stood to your full height and turned.

everything went black and you became unconscious.

your eyes fluttered open, wishing to feel bellamys strong body by your side but once you realised you couldn't move your hands your eyes snapped open.

you hands were chained above you and you were stuck in a dark cave, the only thing in sight was a torch stuck to the wall.

you sighed knowing this was nothing like the dropship.

-"grounders." you shook your head in disbelief.

you pulled against the restraints.

it had been a few hours and you were still stuck in the position.

you banged against the restraints and screamed not caring who heard.

you spotted a shadow and that shadow became a figure.

grounder

you scurried back to the wall as the grounder neared you.

he squatted down to your level as a few tears slipped from your eyes.

-"talk." he held the knife tip to your throat.

you just stared into the mans eyes.

-"camp, talk or die."

you stayed silent, no one needed you.

bellamy was mad, your parents were mad, the camp didn't need you.

-"last words?" he put his small knife away and took out a sword.

-"im sorry, mum," your voice shook as you thought through your last words carefully, "im sorry i let you down, im sorry." you shook your head.