Coming Home ➸ [Bellamy Blake]

➸ Chapter Twenty-One ➸

"Belllllllllamy." Whined Melody as she stumbled along behind the oldest -and most demanding- of the Blakes, tripping over her own two feet every inch of the way. "Slow down! I can't keep up with you."

The two of them hadn't been keeping up conversation since Clarke's bold declaration about the supposed meeting with the grounders. Melody had been attempting to talk to Bellamy, but her efforts were futile. He hadn't uttered two words since their almost-kiss in the woods. Hadn't even acknowledged the fact that they might currently be locking lips if not for Clarke's interruption. As if the whole event had never occurred, Bellamy had simply begun walking hurriedly towards camp -Melody in tow- with his game face in place once more.

They were walking quickly, determinedly. Bellamy held fast to Melody's sleeve as he practically dragged her through camp, all but ignoring her constant protesting and her endless supply of questions. She tried her best to keep up, but her legs were shorter than his and her mind was fuzzier than his. The Unity Juice was beginning to take its toll, as was clear when looking at Melody's current state of being. Every few steps she either tripped or stumbled, which slowed them down despite Bellamy's best efforts to quickly steady her and continue.

"Pleaaaaase." She groaned loudly and attempted to drag her feet, which was no easy task given her current lack of hand-eye coordination.

All it did was succeed in causing her to stumble even more. It didn't even slow down Bellamy, who simply looped his arm around Melody's waist and hauled her quickly to her feet before continuing. He was a man on a mission, but he was purposefully keeping Melody in the dark.

Why?

"Stop your whining." Bellamy said shortly, as he finally came to a stop. "You need to close your eyes. And hold your breath."

"Close my eyes? Hold my-?" Melody's question was cut off when she felt his strong hand on the back of her neck.

With one shove, he had pushed her face-first into the water basin.

Icy cold water consumed her entirely, leaving sharp pains across her face and her skull. Melody struggled against Bellamy's hold, but it was no use. He was much stronger than her any given day, and especially when she wasn't on top of her game. She stayed under the water for as long as he saw fit. And when he finally pulled her back up, Melody was coughing and spluttering as she attempted to expel the cold water from her lungs.

"What the hell?" She coughed so hard and for so long that it caused her chest to ache and her stomach to heave unpleasantly.

"Again." He commanded.

And so, once more her head was being pushed down into the cold water. The icy dash of water caused Melody to become more alert somehow. It woke her up in a way that nothing else would have been able to. Suddenly, she could feel every fiber of her being as she shivered and did her best to fight against Bellamy's hold. Her movements were becoming more controlled and less sporadic. The haziness that clouded up her mind began to slowly slip away.

Melody came up for air once more, gasping loudly. Again she coughed and choked as she fought to catch her breath, which seemed nearly impossible. Large water droplets rolled down her face and dripped onto the ground as she bent over, hands splayed across her thighs as she took deep and unsteady breaths. She was definitely awake now.

Still, he said, "Again."

The third time was just as unpleasant as the first two times. Melody was expecting the cold now, but that didn't make it any less painful. The cold seeped into her skin and settled there until she felt as if she would never be warm again. The water rushed over her face, in her eyes and her mouth and her nose, and it drenched her hair until every bit of her was dripping wet from the neck up.