✯ | chapter eighteen

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LEILA AND BELLAMY were searching for a way out on one side of the room when, from across the room, a loud slap was heard. Leila turned in time to see Clarke's head jerk to one side and Raven's clenched fist fall to her side.

"You're the only murderer here!" Raven spat.

Leila ran across the room and stood beside Octavia as Clarke suddenly became focused on the wall beside the door. "Leave me alone. You gave me no choice," she was becoming tearful as she spoke, her breathing getting heavy. It was said she was seeing someone that nobody else could see. "Why did you turn yourself in?"

"Clarke, you okay?" Leila asked unsurely, reaching out to gently take her friends hand.

Clarke wrenched out of Leila's grasp and walked over to a chair, sitting down on it and becoming still. Leila realised that she wanted to be left alone and rejoined Bellamy on the opposite side of the room. He had deemed escape impossible and was sitting on a step miserably.

Leila was tugged into his lap as his arms wound around her waist, forehead resting on her shoulder. Leila smiled and wound her arms around Bellamy, hugging him tightly.

From across the room, Marcus Kane was sending the young couple a look that all too clearly expressed his hatred for their romantic interactions. However, due to their love for one another, Bellamy and Leila ignored him.

"He still doesn't agree with us," Bellamy whispered, as Leila laid her head on his shoulder and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"And I care... how?" she murmured in response.

"He is your dad," Bellamy shrugged, bouncing Leila's head once.

"No, he's not," Leila replied quietly. "He can't tell me what to do."

"Remember our promise?" Bellamy prompted. "You said–"

"I know what I said," Leila retorted, her voice an octave higher. "But it doesn't count."

"It does," Bellamy replied, his fingers tickling Leila's waist. "You should sort out your issues."

Leila groaned in defeat. "I hate it when you're right, Bellamy Blake."

"You love me," Bellamy teased.

Leila scoffed. "Unfor–"

"I was protecting everyone!" Clarke suddenly interrupted, her voice loud and high pitched. "I didn't have a choice. You did."

She was arguing with her mother, it seemed, about the death of her father. Leila sighed quietly and sat up straight to watch the encounter, fearing that she may have to get involved.

"No!" Abby argued.

"You turned him in!" Clarke snapped.

"No," Abby countered. "I trusted Thelonious to talk to your father and convince him not to go public."

"You knew dad would never stop," Clarke said accusingly. "You knew what would happen to him."

"I was protecting everyone, too. I was protecting you," Abby all but whispered, her voice breaking. Clarke ignored her, standing up and walking away from her. Even from across the room, Leila could see Abby's heart breaking, her face falling, crumbling under her daughter's rage. "Clarke, please."

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