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CHAPTER 6: FAMILY SECRETS
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FOUR YEARS; FOUR YEARS IT'S BEEN since I was put in lock-up. I'm 18 now and I'm getting put on trial today. I'm really scared because I know today is the day that they float me. I don't want to get floated, but I've killed people so it's unavoidable. Murder is punishable by death. Then again, here on the Ark, most crimes, even petty crimes committed by anyone 18 or older, are punishable by death. To me, it just seems to me like a scare tactic to keep people in line.
I sit on the edge of my bed, bouncing my leg in anticipation as I await the arrival of the guards. Never in my life before lock-up did I think I would die so soon. I know we all die eventually, but I'm only 18. There is a sudden pounding on my cell door, making me to jump in fright. My heart pounds in my ears, making all surrounding noise almost inaudible.
"Prisoner 193, stand and face the wall with your hands behind your back."
I let out a shaky breath, but I listen and the guards enter. And there's a lot of them.It's almost like they think I'm gonna put up a fight, but I'm not. What's the point if I'm gonna die anyway?One of the guards puts cuffs on me before leading me out of my cell and through the halls. As we walk, we pas a boy who looks no younger than 13.
He has short, cropped brown hair and brown eyes. He looks kind of familiar, but I don't think anything of it. He watches me as the guards lead me away; every eye is on me as we walk the halls to the counsil room. Probably because they know I'm a prisoner, or they know me personally, or my family at least. It's no secret that I'm Abby and Jake Griffin's oldest daughter. My eyes never leave the cuffs around my wrist as we come to a stop at a set of doors...This is it. This is where my future will be determined. I'm just hoping that it's better than what I have in mind.
I can't believe I'm related to Murphy. I mean, we have some similar physical features like our hair color and our eye color but besides that, I don't know anything else. How could Abby have lied to me this whole time about who my real father is? I mean, does she really care so little about how anyone feels that she would lie to not only me but Clarke, too?
I shake my head and rub my eyes, trying to rid the thoughts of Abby from my mind. It's no use. I can't talk to her about it anyway because she's not here. Maybe some sleep will help. All we can do is wait for some kind of sign from the Ark that they saw our flares. The canvas of my tent is suddenly thrown aside revealing Bellamy with a distraught expression. "Have you seen Octavia anywhere?"
I furrow my eyebrows and immediately sit up. "She's not in camp?"
He shakes his head. He's clearly distressed. I mean, his sister is missing. Even though we have our differences, I would do anything I could to find Clarke if she went missing. I climb out of bed and put my boots on before following Bellamy out of my tent. It's times like these when I wish I was still on the Ark. Having to deal with delinquents is so taxing.
