LAW ¹ | BELLAMY BLAKE (EDITING)

EIGHTY ONE

WANHEDA

Monty pulled up once they arrived at the boarders of sector 4, where Kane had told them to meet. Lawrence had stayed quiet the whole ride, she had scratched at her skin to prevent herself from even mumbling. She felt anxious about seeing Kane, she wondered how he would react to her outside of the wall since she had been in quarantine.

Lawrence climbed out of the rover, followed by Monty and Bellamy, all three of them held their guns tightly, not knowing what they were walking into.

"You were right about Jasper, okay?" Monty admitted. "Is that what you want me to say?"

"Be quiet. Keep your eyes peeled." Bellamy shut Monty down. "I could've said no."

"He's getting worse isn't he?" Monty questioned. "I mean, getting drunk every night is one thing, but smiling with a knife to your throat, that's next level damaged."

At least he's showing how much he loved Maya.

At least he's not moving on after a month.

Bellamy looked towards the blonde frustratedly, although his frustration was aimed at himself. He fucked up a day before she got out. If he held on one more day then they would have been fine, he would have been able to hold her, kiss her, fuck her.

"Who's he with?" Monty questioned, cutting off Bellamy's racing thoughts.

"Indra." Bellamy answered, he subconsciously took a step closer to Lawrence. It was something that didn't go unnoticed by the blonde, she didn't move, she didn't even look up to him. She had only heard about Indra from Lincoln, she had never met her in person but if the stories were true then Indra was a feared woman.

"That's Indra?" Monty questioned nervously.

"He must have told her we broke the truce." Bellamy assumed, "Sir, before you say anything, there was a good reason-"

Please don't be mad that I'm here.

Please don't lock me up.

Please.

"We'll deal with that later." Kane cut Bellamy off by holding up his hand, his eyes flickered to Lawrence, who was anxiously chewing the inside of her cheek. He gave her a small nod before continuing, "This is about Clarke."

"What about her?" Lawrence questioned.

Clarke left just after Mount Weather, when her friends and family needed her the most and as far as Lawrence was aware, she hadn't been back since. The blonde hated Clarke for leaving, she saw how it negatively impacted Bellamy.

"She's being hunted." Indra answered, looking between the group.

"By who?" Monty questioned as he looked at the intimating woman. Lawrence let go of a chuckle once she saw Monty gulp in fear at asking Indra a question.

"By everyone." Indra's eyes flickered down to the blonde, she looked so small and innocent, but she had heard the stories about her from Kane and Octavia. It made Indra wonder if Lawrence still lived up to her reputation.

Lawrence closed her eyes sleepily, her whole body felt exhausted. She wanted to blame the fact that she was pregnant, but she was sure that it had something to do with the panic attack earlier. She ran her tongue over her chapped lips and loosened her grip on her gun, taking a small step forward to stand beside Bellamy.

Bell?

Bellamy turned his attention to the girl, noticing the way her skin seemed pale and sweaty, her breathing ragged. He took a step closer to her, his hand reaching out and grabbing hers.