𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 | 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞

𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 : 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧

"𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭."

I groaned in pain as I became conscious. My head felt horrible. I go to reach my head with my hand but they don't move. They were bound behind my back with rope.

The rope was digging into my skin, burning my wrists after every move. "Finally, she's awake." Murphy says, looking at Bellamy.

My eyes travel to Bellamy, he looked angry and upset. Murphy walks up to me, putting his hand under my chin. Forcing me to look up at him.

"If you don't do as I say, Aurora will get hurt. And I know you don't want anything happening to her." Murphy says moving his fingers away, looking back at Bellamy.

I was scared. But I knew I had to be strong, for both mine and Bellamys sake.

Bellamy takes a step forward closer to me, Murphy points his gun at Bellamy. He shoots the wall beside Bellamy, I flinch at the sound. "Don't come any closer."

Bellamy puts his hands up in surrender, stepping back. Octavias voice is heard through the radio, "Bellamy? Bellamy, are you and Aurora okay?"

"You want her to know you're both alive?" Murphy asks as he grabs the radio. "Start tying."

"Bellamy, do you copy?" Octavia questions. "We're fine, just a misfire Stop worrying about us and get back to work. All of you." Bellamy pauses, looking at Murphy and I.

"And tell Raven to hurry her ass up."Of course. Bellamy had a plan. I just hope it was a well thought out plan.

"All right, that's long enough. Tie those two ends together." Murphy tells him.

I begin to feel uncomfortable, the rope was digging into my wrists tighter and something was poking me. The knife. I shuffle around trying to get the knife from under me.

Using my long slender fingers, I was able to grab the knife. I bend my hand in an awkward position to try cut the rope. Hissing in pain whenever I'd accidentally scratched my wrist.

Bellamy looks at me in concern. I tilt my head directing him to my wrists, showing him my plan. He nods his head hesitantly, gulping.

Murphy looks at me, I immediately stop moving the knife. "Whats up with you?" He asks. I look at him, annoyed." You hit me in the head with the gun. Twice."

Bellamy stands up, his jaw tensing. I watched as he clenched his fists, looking at me. I shake my head at him, not wanting him to start anything. He looks back up at Murphy, the gun pointed towards him.

"All right, now get up and toss it over." Murphy commands him. Realisation hits me on what Murphy was about to make Bellamy do.

I fasten my pace, feeling the rope loosen each second. Tears roll down my cheeks in fear and annoyance. I was scared I couldn't get out in time and Bellamy would be... gone.

"What do you want me to say?" Bellamy asks, "You want me to apologise? I'm-"

"I'm sorry," Bellamy tells him. "You got it all wrong, Bellamy. I don't want you to say anything."

"I want you to feel what I felt. And then. Then I want you to die." Murphy says, pointing the gun at Bellamy.

I begin to hyperventilate, blinking away my tears. It felt as though my throat was closing in on me. Words were muffled as I tried to focus on my breathing.