CHAPTER EIGHT ;; HEALING
IN THE MIDDLE of the night, Leila was awoken by a loud cry. "No!"
Jolting awake to find herself in Bellamy's arms, she sat up, only to see Charlotte writhing around on the floor, obviously suffering from another nightmare.
Bellamy, who was closest to the child, reached out to her. "Charlotte. Wake up."
She awoke with a gasp and a frown fell onto her face. "I'm sorry."
"Does it happen often?" Bellamy asked, as Leila crossed her legs beneath her, resting her elbow on her knee and her chin on her hand as she watched the encounter. Charlotte didn't reply, so Bellamy continued. "What are you scared of?" Charlotte still remained quiet, so Bellamy shook his head. "You know what? It doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is what you do about it."
"But I'm asleep," Charlotte replied.
"Fears are fears," Bellamy shrugged. "Slay your demons when you're awake, they won't be there to get you when you sleep."
"Yeah, but how?" Charlotte asked.
"You can't afford to be weak," Bellamy replied. "Down here, weakness is death; fear is death. Let me see that knife I gave you," Charlotte handed Bellamy the blade and he held it up, towards her. "Now, when you feel afraid, hold tight to that knife, and you say 'screw you. I'm not afraid'."
Bellamy handed Charlotte the knife once again and she looked at it. "Screw you. I'm not afraid," she then took a deep breath and repeated the phrase, with much more emphasis than the previous one. "Screw you. I'm not afraid."
Bellamy patted her knee. "Slay your demons, kid. Then you'll be able to sleep."
Charlotte nodded, so Bellamy turned over and gestured for Leila to resume her sleeping position. When she was sure that Charlotte had dozed off once more, she looked up at Bellamy. "You know, that was really sweet."
"Don't get used to it," Bellamy replied.
"I like this Bellamy," Leila smiled. "The Bellamy that isn't afraid to show his soft side. Why is that? Why do you care about Charlotte so much?"
"Because she reminds me of you and Octavia," Bellamy replied.
"Me?" Leila asked. "Why me?"
"Because you mean a lot to me, Leila," Bellamy whispered, arms wrapping around her as she looked down at her fingers, which were tracing patterns on his chest absentmindedly. "And I can't lose anyone else."
When Leila awoke, Bellamy and Charlotte were already awake, the latter of the pair giggling. Leila sat up. "What's so funny?"
"You drooled on Bellamy's shirt," Charlotte giggled, pointing at Bellamy's torso.
Looking down at Bellamy shirt, Leila's jaw dropped when she noticed the dark circle right in the centre of the fabric. Despite her embarrassment, Bellamy didn't seem all too bothered about the mark on his shirt
Leila, however, was completely and utterly horrified. "I'm so sorry," she began pulling off his jacket. "Here, have your jacket back and cover it up."
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