This chapter was short, and honestly I'm not sure if I like it. Let me know!

NINE

The next morning, Bellamy laid in bed far too long. She knew she needed to get up and ask him to call Kurt. But the bed was so damn comfortable. It had been a while since she had a full bed to herself. Yeah Miya had a separate bedroom, but she still crawled in with Bellamy almost every night.

The very thought of Miya had Bellamy sitting up. She untangled herself from the sheets and tugged her jeans back on. They were dirty, but for some reason, walking out to the main room in only an oversized T-shirt felt wrong during the day. It had been different last night… hadn't it?

Outside of the bedroom, Frank was nowhere to be seen. For a split second, Bellamy panicked. But she quickly talked herself down. He probably ran out for food. He'll be back.

She bent down and opened the fridge, searching for water, right when the trailer door swung open and startled her. Heart pounding, breath catching, hands fumbling, she looked up.

"Jesus Frank." her hand came up to cover her chest, feeling the rapid beats of her heart. Bellamy closed the fridge and turned towards him. "Did you call Kurt yet?" Frank didn't answer. Instead, he pulled a pistol from his waistband and laid it on the table. Then, he just stared at her. She could feel that something was wrong, that he had something to say. He seemed… pissed?

"What's wrong? What happened? Is she okay?"

"The kid's fine." his words left her feeling nothing but relief.

"So you called? Are they coming here?" all thoughts were on Miya and seeing her again.

"That scar," Frank nodded down to her leg "who stitched it up?" Bellamy's eyebrows kneaded together. What the fuck does that have to do with anything? "You go to the hospital?"

"Actually, no." she shook her head. "Jimmy brought me to their own guy. The guy they always go to when they're busted up. He doesn't ask questions." she finished with a shrug of her shoulders. "Is Kurtis on his way?"

"That's not how they mark their girls." he whispered, shaking his own head slowly.

"Yeah, I got that last night Frank." Bellamy huffed out irritably. "Can you answer my damn questions please? When will I see Miya?" His dark eyes bore down on her, making her feel anxious.

"Let me see it." he stepped closer. Her heart started to beat faster, once again feeling that familiar fear creep into her.

"Cut the shit, Frank." she surprised herself by keeping her voice steady. "Where is Miya?" she backed up as he closed the distance, her spine pushing against the handle of the fridge behind her. "Frank, you're scaring me." she admitted when he was finally looming over her with less than an inch between them. The whole scene eerily reminded her of the first night they'd met.

"They didn't mark you." he looked down at her. "They Lucy-ed you." His face was serious, but Bellamy didn't understand why.

"They… what?" She tried to duck by him, but Frank landed a hand against the freezer near the side of her face, trapping her between his arm and the wall.

"Lucy-ed you. Like your movie. You're their mule." he explained, but Bellamy still didn't understand.

"I don't…"

"They cut you open and put it inside of you." his voice was louder than before. "They put the damn list inside of you and you never even knew it." she was shaking her head when Frank suddenly reached down between them. His massive hand stretched over her thigh, directly over the scar. The pressure he applied caused her to cry out in pain and surprise.

"Stop!" Bellamy exclaimed.

"See, that shouldn't hurt." he removed his hand. "For something that was closed up a year ago, that shouldn't hurt you. It also shouldn't be raised like that."

"Sorry, are you a doctor?" she spat venomously as she pushed at his chest. "It's scar tissue! That's why it's raised. It was so deep that the tissue started to…"
"Nah, that's some bullshit line that their little doctor friend fed you." He explained tossing his head to the side.

"How would you know?" Bellamy shoved him away, desperate to put space between them again. But Frank wouldn't let it happen. "You're out of your mind, Frank."

He cocked his head and grabbed her wrist. His grip was hard, but it wasn't enough to hurt her. Frank turned slightly and brought her hand to his opposite forearm. He forced her fingers to skim across the skin of his own scar.

"What do you feel?" he asked, keeping her hand in place even though she was pulling away. "You feel any bumps? Any scar tissue? No. That was deep. A knife, through my arm. In one side, out the other." He moved her hand up to his neck and dipped it under his collar.He pressed it against his collarbone.

"Stop." Bellamy was holding back her tears. He was scaring her. But her fear was from more than just Frank's hands and skin. It was the point he was trying to make that frightened her.

"What do you feel here, huh?" His voice was raised. "You feel anything?" She shook her head, tears finally running down her cheeks. With his free hand, Frank pulled the collar of his shirt aside to reveal a tiny, round white scar. "You think this bullet went deeper than Jimmy's knife?"

"Frank, I get it." Bellamy tried to wrestle away from his grip, but Frank won out, and he wasn't done yet. Next, he pulled her hand lower and she began to struggle harder when he slipped their hands up under the hem of his shirt. Frank slapped her hand to his side. Bellamy's face was hot with embarrassment as he felt the hard muscle beneath her hand.

"What do you feel?" he asked again. "How deep do you think this one was? Do you think I had a doctor sew this one up? Or do you think I did it on my own with shaking hands in the middle of the damn desert?"

"Please, Frank, stop!" She was sobbing. He was right. She knew he was right. They had done it. Jimmy and his friends had cut her open, not to mark her with the scar, but to use her as their safe. They had, as Frank said, Lucy-ed her.

Frank let her hand go, but Bellamy didn't even realize it. She stayed frozen in place, the thoughts swirling in her mind.

It was in her. The list was inside of her. It had been for over a year. How is that even possible? IS it possible?

"How?" she choked out tilting her head to see Frank's face. He was watching her carefully, probably to gauge whether or not she was playing him. Did he think that she'd known? His fingers circled around her wrist again, but this time, he was gentle about it. Bellamy was embarrassed to realize that her hand was still pressed against his abdomen.

"Probably a special hard drive." he pulled her hand away, but didn't let go. "We used it to see it all the time with drug smugglers. They'd swallow it or sew it into them, then take it out when they got where they needed to be."

A rush of anger rolled over her, curling her hands into fists.

"Get it out." she ground her teeth. "Get it out now." Her other hand scratched at the fabric of her jeans over the scar. The pain brought fresh tears to her eyes but she ignored it, scratching even harder. "Get it out!"

"Alright." He grabbed her hand to stop her. "Alright." His voice was soft, a whisper.