Mortality

♛Betrayed♛

{ f o u r t e e n }

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It's been a couple of hours since everyone went out. Murphy and I finished the knives, so I have nothing to do but worry. I walk past Raven's tent just as she walks out.

"Oh, sorry." I say, barely side-stepping her.

"It's fine."

"How are you feeling?" She glares at me.

"Finn cheated on me with Clarke and you're asking if I'm okay?" I furrow my eyebrows at her attitude toward me.

"Um, I was referring to the fever."

"The fever is the least of my problems." I grow frustrated with her attitude.

"Why are you being a bitch to me? I've done nothing to you. Let me remind you that you electrocuted me. What's with the attitude?"

"Did you know?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Know what?"

"About Finn and Clarke." I cross my arms.

"Yes, but it wasn't my secret to tell. It was Finn or Clarke's." Raven laughs humorlessly.

"Well, then, you can't be mad when I spill this little tidbit of information since it came from someone involved," she hisses.

"What are you talking about?"

"I fucked Bellamy yesterday." My heart plummets.

Murphy was right.

"You're lying," I whisper pathetically. Raven grins evilly.

"Nope. Just remember that when he fucks you, kisses you, and touches you, I was there first. He fucked me, he kissed me, he touched me. Remember that, will you?"

My chest caves in on itself as she walks back into her tent, leaving me broken. Tears spring to my eyes, and I try my best to wipe them away, but they keep coming.

I knew it. I knew I could never be loved by him. By Bellamy.

Was I just a backup plan for Raven? For Clarke?

I go to the only place I can think of since Clarke isn't here.

"Murphy," I call out, entering his tent. He looks up at me from the bed, confused.

"Are you crying?" I shake my head, wiping my tears.

"Not anymore."

"But you were. What happened?" I bite my lip, so I don't cry again.

"You were right," I blurt. "Bellamy was keeping it a secret because he slept with Raven yesterday." I slide into the bed next to Murphy and wiggle into his arms, my breaths coming out uneven. "What does Raven have that I don't? Other than really good sex skills." Murphy chuckles.

"I bet you're better at sex than that mechanic." I sniffle and look up at him. He rubs my back, helping me even out my breathing.

"You think so?" I ask. My eyes grow heavy from the soothing gesture and the crying.

"Most likely."

"Hmm," I mumble. I yawn, and Murphy chuckles.

"Tired?"

"I don't know why I'm so tired. I haven't done anything."

"You were shot, suffered a murder fever, died, and then came back. I'd be shocked if you weren't tired."