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"You know what?" Bellamy hisses, taking a few steps back.
Murphy just glares at him.
"I'm fucking done with you picking fights with people bigger than you, Murphy."
Bellamy stares at the blue-eyed boy with his bloody nose and scarred skin. How often had he wished to know what the hell was going on in that kid's head.
Murphy rolls his eyes. "It's not that ba-"
But before he can finish, a bitter laughter interrupts him. "Your nose is bleeding and they probably broke your fucking arm."
That was too much. Murphy just couldn't suck it up anymore. His body was trembling. Not because he was scared of Bellamy. Not because he was hurt. Murphy was trembling because he was fucking angry.
"Yeah, because you're the only one who's allowed to beat me up, right? You caused most of these damn scars and you know it." He scoffs.
He sharply exhales, trying hard not to burst into tears of anger. Bellamy really seems to believe he's one of the good guys. Time to tell the poor man the truth nobody wants to hear because everything everyone ever gets to see is the great leader who always knows what to do. They don't know what his freckled hands around your throat feel like. They don't know how manipulative Bellamy can be when he's in the mood. They don't know shit.
Bellamy doesn't know what to say at first. He probably knows Murphy is right. He knows what he's done. Suddenly, Bellamy comes closer. Murphy doesn't flinch as he used to.
"If you punch me, I will take it. But it will prove me right." The kid grits his teeth.
Bellamy runs his hands through his hair, not quite knowing what to answer. Murphy is driving him insane with his childish behaviour but he can't really blame him because he's probably just acting his age. A stubborn young boy. In this case, with some issues. Bellamy decides to try being diplomatic this time, even though it's not exactly one of his strenghts.
"I'm not gonna punch you, alright? You're already bleeding. Now listen, please." He sorts his words. "I know none of this is right, okay? But you see, I'm their leader and they expect me to keep them safe. They expect me to be consequent because that's what makes a good leader. You aren't any different from them, I need to keep you safe too. It's my responsibility to make people feel safe but you're making it pretty hard for me."
Bellamy looks at him. Murphy doesn't look away.
"What I need you to understand is this: I don't like hurting you. But honestly, I just don't know what to do and you make me so damn mad. I know you're young. I don't expect you to grow up, the only thing I'm asking for is for you to stop picking fights and provoking people in this camp, Murphy. Because those are my people and I am responsible for whatever happens to them. So stop threatening them."
For a very long time, the pale boy doesn't say anything. He just stares at the ground, barely shivering anymore.
Bellamy gives him the time he needs.
Then with a broken voice Murphy whispers,
"You. Let. Them. Hang. Me."