Warrior ‣ Bellamy Blake

Sixty-Two

Should I keep apologizing for long chapter intervals? Probably not it's expected of me at this point to have the most INCONSISTENT upload schedule.

Like...some of my published books haven't had chapters uploaded in months...

And my dumbass is really out here trying to write chapters for unpublished books too. Like I'm trying too hard because ADHD brain (yes, I am diagnosed with it I am not being general) has 20102030234 story ideas and...

OKAY.

HERE IT IS.

IT'S A LONGER CHAPTER JUST FOR YOU.

I love you! xo

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Aella Kane was in a holding cell alone, fatigued after having the last bit of life almost shocked out of her body. She was cold, so she weakly wrapped her arms around herself, lying on the bench.

She couldn't believe it. Bellamy and Archer and everyone else were back on the ground. The people she cared about...the people she loved were safe. At least she knew now they were safe, the uncertainty having hung over her like a knife after the initial five years passed.

Diyoza was talking to Bellamy and Archer about her, not that she knew of course. She assumed they were making a deal.

As she thought about the fact that she finally had her friends and family back, tears of joy almost slid down her cheeks. Since she first saw them, the tears ceased but threatened to spill again. She was glad that they were back, but there was a selfish piece of her that craved their companionship. She wanted their safety, but she wanted her friends to be with her too. After five years of being alone, she found that she needed it like a starving man would need food.

The thing was that even though she found Clarke and Madi, it wasn't the same. She and Clarke were friendly, but it would take a while before they were close again. Five years on the ground without the people they loved changed them both to a certain extent. It didn't help that Aella was now getting used to having people around her since being alone for so long made her hollow. Survival was her priority and when she found Clarke and Madi, her priorities had to change. She was just so used to her survival ways, though.

All these emotions she had been holding in were ready to explode and not many people would be strong enough to withstand the heat of it. 

Her hand caressed her neck, wondering what their reactions would be to it. It was burned a bit since the shock collar did a number on her, but there were also many scars and gashes from her time in the desert where glass storms were frequent. She only had enough clothing she scavenged from burned bodies to cover the vital parts of her body, but some debris slipped through the cracks. Her legs and arms were littered with scars.

She was afraid of seeing her friends after all this time too. They had been so close and they wouldn't be able to fall back into their old ways. At this point, Aella was questioning if she even wanted to anymore. She was a changed woman for sure and did her best to rid the weak parts of her old self. She was armored and stronger than ever. Hell, she dug her fingers into her wound to produce a genuine scream in order to get the guards to capture her earlier. She was strong.

But how long would it be before they realized she wasn't the same and that maybe they didn't want her around anymore? 

Her anxieties gnawed away at her until the door finally opened. She perked up and saw Bellamy. Her heart pounded, but she knew deep down he didn't love her anymore. At least not like he used to. And that hurt way more than she wanted to admit.