"𝐢 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐲."

We stand up, brushing the dirt off of our clothes. I stretch my arms up towards the sky, letting out a small groan. I feel my hair being tugged slightly.

I turn around to look at Bellamy holding a small stick with a grin on his face. "Had something in your hair, you can keep it if you want."

He says as passes the stick to me. I take it as I look at him, rolling my eyes. I throw the stick to the ground, Bellamy adverts his brown eyes away from me. "They're coming back."

Bellamy lightly pushes me behind him protectively, I hold his large arm as the group huddles closely. "I think he's alone." Jasper states anxiously.

I shake my head slightly, "We don't know that for sure Jas." Monroe looks at Bellamy and I worryingly , "Now can we run?"

"He doesn't see us. I'm going after him." Bellamy tells the group, my grip on his arm tightens at his words. Bellamy was insane. "And what? Kill him?"

"No. Catch him. Make him tell me where Octavia is, then kill him." Bellamy responds. "Bellamy it's not that easy, you've seen what  they can do. I don't want you getting hurt, or worse. Dead."

Bellamy looks at me with a slight sadness in his eyes, "I'd do anything to save my sister." He shrugs my hand off his arm and begins to follow the grounder.

Finn places a comforting hand on my shoulder. "How do we know he's not leading us to another trap?" Jasper asks indirectly. "We don't."

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As we trail behind Bellamy I watch as he enters a small dark cave opening. I groan as I follow his steps and enter the cave, squeezing through gaps. I could feel my clothes dampening from the wet mossed walls around me.

I let out a sigh of relief when we enter a larger section of the cave, Bellamy immediately called Octavias name and rushed towards her. She had dried blood scattered along her forehead and she was handcuffed to the walls.

"Monroe, watch the entrance." Bellamy demands. I watch as the Blake sibling share a tight and loving hug, a smile creeping into my face. Octavia notices me staring and gives me a small smile.

"How did you find me?" Octavia asked Jasper as she stumbles towards him, eloping him in a massive hug. "Followed him," Jasper grins.

My brown eyes shift to the grounder knocked on the ground unconscious, his head was bleeding. "We should go. Now. Before he wakes up." Octavia suggests.

"He's not going to wake up." Bellamy responds as he grabs a spear from the side, twirling it in his hands to it's more comfortably fit.

"Bellamy, stop. He didn't hurt me. Lets just go." Octavia protests. "They started this. Finn. Move." I crouch down beside Finn as he picks up a horn with markings engraved in it.

He looks at me, "Foghorn." Realisation hit me as I realise that the grounder was the one to call away the others with the horn. Why would he do that?

In a flash the grounder woke up, taking out his knife and stabbing Finn in the chest. I let out a gasp stumbling backwards onto the ground. A blade deeply digs through my leather jacket and into my arm.

I let out a small cry of pain as I pull the knife out carefully. I hold it in my dirty hand as I watch the grounder kick Bellamy to the ground.

I quickly stand up, throwing the blade into the grounders shoulder with precision. I stare at the grounder in shock as I manage to do that, feeling like a badass.

The grounder shifts his focus from Bellamy to me. Rushing towards me, I stumble back as my hands go towards the wall looking for something to grab.

Bellamy quickly interferes, blocking the grounder with the spear. The grounder snatches the spear off him and forcing him to the ground, placing the blade above his neck. Bellamy struggles as he holds the blade away from his neck.

"Stop that's my brother!" Octavia screams from beside Finn. Jasper rushes behind the grounder and knocks him the the head with a spear.

I crouch down next to Bellamy as he looks at the ground in relief. He drops the spear as he sits up, now looking at me. He holds my face with his hands, his eyes scanning me.

"Are you hurt?" He asks me. I place my hands on his wrists giving him a small smile, "I should be the one asking you that." He lets out a low chuckle, dropping his hands from my face.

Suddenly my arm has a burning sensation, I place my hand on the wound letting out a small wince. Bellamys eyebrows furrow as he stares at me in concern, "Peach what's wrong?" I shake my head at the man in front of me.

"Don't worry it's just a scratch. We just need to get Finn help." He sighs at me, giving up with this conversation knowing that I'm too stubborn.

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Bellamy carried Finns unconscious body back to camp. I stayed behind the others, feeling weaker as minutes went by. I rest down on the ground just outside of camp as the others went inside.

I shrugged off my jacket, immediately gaining goosebumps from the lack of warmth. I almost gag at the sight of my arm, blood had covered most areas.

I could hardly see the wound. I cried out in annoyance as I tried to rip off part of my shirt. My trembling hands grabbing the bottom of it.

A boy crouches down next to me holding water, "Here, looks like you need this more than me." I look up at him with a grateful smile as I take the bottle.

A loud voice yells in our direction, "Get inside." I change my gaze to look at Bellamy, his face immediately turning soft. The boy leaves Bellamy and I alone as Bellamy sits down next to me.

Bellamy grabs my upper arm and lifts it caustically examining the wound, "So much for a scratch." His tone seemed to be concerned and annoyed. "Finns more important right now, he almost died." I manage to whisper.

"That doesn't mean you're any less important." Bellamy whispers, "You're the most important thing to me right now." I look him in the eyes, "You mean that?"

He nods, "I do." He rips off the bottom of his shirt, pouring the cool liquid onto it. "Now stop being stubborn and let me help you."

He calmly wipes away the drying blood on my arm, flinching whenever he got near the wound. "Sorry Peach." I give him a small smile, resting my head on his shoulder as I close my eyes.

I could feel Bellamy wrap cloth around the wound, a temporary fix. He whispers into my ear softly, "Wrap your arms around my neck." I do as he says.

His arm wraps around my waist and under my thighs, picking me up slowly. I wrap my legs around his torso so that I don't slip or fall.

He carried me into camp. It probably looked weird. I could feel the eyes of the other delinquents on me, making me feel uncomfortable.

My body being slowly placed onto a bed and a blanket was placed onto me, immediately making me feel warmer. I curl up as I embrace the warmth.

A shiver went down my spine as Bellamy brushed a strand of my peach hair behind my ear. He plants a warm kiss on my forehead, making me slightly smile before my whole world becomes dark as I fall asleep.