A/N: Clarke is GONE! Poor Bellamy Blake . . . don't forget to leave feedback in the reviews!
CHAPTER 6
BELLAMY
Bellamy sat on the ground with a blood soaked towel pressed against his waist. He kept watching the time on his phone, still five minutes before he could call Murphy who was already on his way to "take care of loose ends." Bellamy felt sick thinking about it.
His side was aching and he wished he'd thought of some other plan that hadn't involved him getting stabbed but it was the the first thing he thought of and they didn't have much time to plan. He knew he would need a good excuse for how Clarke got away.
Clarke. He was never going to see her again. He closed his eyes thinking about her and hated himself for what she'd been through. He had yet again gotten caught up with her this morning. If Lincoln hadn't shown up they definitely would have had sex. Well, he thought, now she can live a long happy life without fuck ups like him bothering her.
Bellamy looked at his phone again and realized it was time. He dialed Murphy.
"Hey Dick." Murphy answered.
"I need a ride." Bellamy said trying to hide how awful he felt.
"And you called me? You beat the shit out of me yesterday." Murphy replied angrily.
"I beat the shit out of you because you hit the girl. I'll do it again the next time you act like an asshole."
Murphy was silent on the phone and Bellamy was worried that he might have hung up.
"Murphy," Bellamy said with a little more desperation in his voice. "I am in bad shape here, I need you to pick me up and take me to see Jackson so he can help me."
"What happened? Did the little bitch bite you too?"
"She stabbed me." Bellamy could hear Murphy let out a loud laugh.
"I am going to enjoy killing that bitch." Murphy growled. "I'll be there soon."
. . .
Murphy lost it when he arrived and realized that Clarke was gone.
"What the fuck Blake? She's going to go to the first person she sees on the streets and tell them everything including where this bunker is. We are fucked!" Murphy looked at Bellamy to make sure he knew he'd screwed up.
"You think I don't know that?" Bellamy responded although he wondered if maybe Clarke did mean it when she said she'd 'let it go'. "Let's get out of here."
:::::::: 2 MONTHS LATER ::::::::
Bellamy sat on his computer searching for any news that would indict him and his friends. Again he found nothing. He smiled to himself finally beginning to believe that maybe Clarke had kept quiet. He wished he knew for sure though, he was constantly checking for any news wondering if the police would come knocking down his door and it kept him awake at night.
After he'd helped Clarke escape he'd scoured the internet every day checking the news, her social media accounts, anything for a clue that she'd gotten home safe. He had been getting more and more worried as the days passed but 6 days after he'd last seen her she'd posted a photo to Instagram, in the photo she was lying out at Venice Beach in Los Angeles surrounded by 3 girlfriends, it read:
:::: clarkegriffin: It's good to be home. #besties4life #lettinggo #thecureforeverythingissaltwater #sweattearssea. Photo cred Finnicky ::::
Tagged in the photo were echofoxtrot ravenmad l80sluvlexa.
Bellamy had taken time to look up each of these girls but he hadn't found anything that might imply he and his friends were in trouble. He wondered if she had said anything to them. When he had looked up the photographer, he'd laughed. The guy seemed like a total tool. All of his pictures were of him with beautiful girls or just of beautiful girls with captions like, "Swimming in it" and "Baes for days". He stopped laughing when he found a picture of the guy with his arms around Clarke's waist, he was kissing her cheek and the caption read, "Girl you'd take home to mom."
Bellamy didn't like it and wondered if this guy was her boyfriend. He'd checked himself though when he realized he had all the information about Clarke that he needed, she was home safe. From then on he'd avoided checking in on Clarke and searched the news only for mentions of the kidnapping, him, or his friends.
"Bell!" Octavia called as she arrived home to the apartment.
He quickly closed his laptop.
"In here." He called from his room.
Octavia appeared in his doorway.
"What's going on Bell? You've been a total loner the last few months. You sit on your computer all day moping."
"I'm fine, you're delusional." Bellamy gave her a big smile to convince her.
"Bellamy. I am 19, not 9. I know the kind of work you and the rest of your buddies do. If something is wrong and you want to talk about it, you can talk to me about anything. I will always protect you. That is what we do for each other." She looked at him with sincere concern.
Bellamy's eyes widened, "What do you mean you know what we do?"
Octavia rolled her eyes at him. "Bell, you are constantly gone, you never give me a clear answer about what you specifically do, you are always coming home with black eyes or other injuries" Octavia pointed to his side as an example. "Do I need to remind of how you came home all bandaged up a few months ago? And you always look down or away if we pass a cop. I may not know exactly what you do, but I know it's not legal. And listen, I don't care. You are my brother, you have taken care of me from day one. I just want you to know if you need someone to talk to then I am here for you."
"What if I hate myself for what I do?" He said flatly.
"Then do something else." Octavia sat down next to Bellamy and put her arm around his shoulders. "You are a good person. You have spent your whole life taking care of me. It's time for you to start taking care of yourself."
Bellamy's phone rang, it was Roan.
"I've got a nice surprise for you," Roan said before Bellamy had greeted him.
"We found the girl. I figured you might want to do the honors after what she did to you." Bellamy's chest tightened with a brief panic.
"You have the girl again?" He asked.
"No, but we have her address and schedule, we know the best time for the hit."
Bellamy didn't argue, he needed more time to think about how to defuse the situation.
"Ok, yeah, I'm in."
"Great, come by tonight and I'll walk you through the plan."
Bellamy hung up the phone and the blood drained from his face.
Octavia took a serious tone, "What just happened? Who was that?"
Bellamy thought for a moment and then looked at his sister. "O, I need your help."
Octavia, "Yes anything, but you have to tell me what's going on, no more secrets."
"You may not want to when I tell you what's been going on. You may not talk to me again."
"Bellamy, you could kill someone and I would still love you. Hell, I'd help you hide the body. Try me."
"How do you feel about kidnapping?" He said.
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A/N: Clarke is yet again in danger . . . and a reunion is on the horizon! If you want more please leave your feedback in the review section and follow to make sure you get updates! Thanks again for all you followers - you guys are why I keep writing (and of course Bellarke).
