Chapter 2: Blake
When Abby returned from the waiting room, she motioned me into her makeshift office and said, "Bellamy Blake, what the hell was that?" I just shrugged my shoulders. Abby continues with questions about how I knew Lexa, why hadn't I told her about Lexa, and what was I thinking getting involved with someone that young and from this god-forsaken place. At this, I laughed, "Abby, it is definitely not like that! I used to talk to her when she would pass by the base on her way to work in the fields and helped her learn to defend herself. She is super smart and doesn't belong here. All she ever wanted was to be allowed to go to school like the boys so that she could one day go to college and get out of this hell hole. Instead, she was forced to start working in the fields when she was twelve to be allowed to stay at the orphanage. She is a smart kid and reminds me a lot of O. When she found out she was being transferred to another home, Lexa came up with a plan to dress up as a boy so that she would be allowed to go back to school. Hell, she already spoke six languages by that time, so I helped her get clothes and things before she was moved. I kept in touch with her up until the school she was attending was bombed. She was so close to getting out. She had a soccer, and academic scholarship to the University of Kabul lined up for when she graduated and hoped to transfer to a school in the States from there. When the school was bombed…I was hoping she got taken somewhere else, like France or somewhere to recover anywhere but here."
"Bellamy, you know as well as I do that, they wouldn't have wasted time or money on an orphan kid from here."
"I know, but she deserves better. She is a survivor and a fighter, and it helped to think that maybe she had finally gotten out of here. I have to figure out a way to get her out of this place and away from those people."
"Why are you so attached to this girl Bellamy?"
"I don't know. She just reminds me of Octavia and Clarke. Like if you combined the two of them, Lexa is what you would get. She is super smart. Even at the age of nine, when I first met her, she could argue better than most attorneys. She always had her head in a book while walking down the streets, and she just wanted the opportunity to go to school. Plus, everyone deserves a chance. She shouldn't have to see or do the things they are going to expect her to do."
Abby laughs, "You know I hadn't thought about how much she does remind me of Clarke and Octavia until you said it, but you're right. I wonder what her story is. She doesn't look like she is from here, or at least her parents aren't. Maybe the DNA test will shed some light on who she is and where she is from. Whatever we find out, though, we do need to get to know her better and figure out how to help her."
"Thanks, Abby!"
I turn to leave her office when she says, "Bellamy, don't do anything stupid! We will figure it out." I just smile and walk back to my post. For the rest of the day, I keep trying to figure out a way to help Lexa. First, I fill my partner Echo in on what is going on. After all, she saw me hug Lexa in the hallway. Then we begin to form a plan about getting her out, but first, we needed more information, like what has happened to her in the last three years and has she been brainwashed to believe what this Ahmed person is telling her. It doesn't seem like she believes him; otherwise, she wouldn't still be trying to get out, right?
