Baby - Bellamy Blake

NINE

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Freya stormed through camp, her hands clenched into fists at her side. Despite her angered eyes, her cheeks were stained with the tears she had shed in the dropship. The feeling in her chest overtaking all her senses

" What the hell was that, Bellamy! " She yelled when she spotted him with a group of delinquents skinning the squirrel she had killed.

" What? " Bellamy spun around to look at her, his arms crossed and eyes narrowed. With her current anger at shore, Freya didn't even glance at his arms that were buldging from his jacket he wore

" ' If he's not better by tomorrow, I'll kill him myself ' are you out of your mind! " She yelled, shoving him back by his shoulders. Bellamy stumbled back, letting his arms fall to his side

" I said what had to be said, Freya, and you know it." Bellamy shouted back at her

" No! You said what you wanted to say. " Freya hissed, going to shove him again, but bellamy grabbed her wrist. With a grunt, she pulled her arms from his warm grip

" What does that mean?" Bellamy furrowed his brows

" It means you don't want to deal with all the deliquents complaining about Jasper anymore. You just want to be in control. " Freya gritted out, her emotions betraying her, as her eyes filled with tears once again.

" That not true." Bellamy whispered, seeing the tears in her eyes

" Oh really? That's why you threatened to kill jasper cause everyone is complaining about him being in pain. " Freya mumbled through gritted teeth. Her finger jabbed into his chest at the end of the statement, feeing his hard chest under her finger

" Exactly. End his suffering. " Bellamy exclaimed. Freya lowered her head, taking a step back before she hit Bellamy in front of all the delinquents

" No! He's gonna make it, Bellamy. You're not going to lay a hand on him. " Freya sniffed, locking eyes with Bellamy wo grew in ager once again. The protectiveness Freya showed for the boy on his death bed sent aggravation in his chest, which he didn't understand why

" What are you going to do about it? You are just a spoilt brat. You don't have the ability to hurt anyone. " Bellamy shouted in Freyas face. Her face grew hot with anger, her clenched hand pulling itself back on its own accord before landing on bellamys jaw painfully.

" I swear to God, bellamy! Get your head out of ass and realize you can't control everything before I do it myself. " She yelled before walking off into the forest. Bellamy stood there in complete shock of her punch - which he held with his hand - watching her walk away.

Finding a log somewhere a distant away in the woods, Freya sat down on it, resting her head in the palm of her hands. Her overwhelmed feeling blocked her senes to the footsteps coming in her direction until a hand was placed on her shoulder.