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Post by Gena Martin on Feb 8, 2016 17:51:13 GMT
Gena was pissed. It was so not in her character, but given what she knew now – or what she almost fully confirmed knew – she knew why she felt so much anger at the moment. She was pissed at Bellamy Blake, her… Well her whatever they were. What the fuck were they? Because soon enough they would either have to define what they were or, well, do something that their relationship could probably never recover from. Honestly, with the anger in her heart, Gena couldn’t imagine how their friendship could survive this, if he was against this. Damn, she had no idea what she would do. She just knew that Bellamy didn’t turn up to talk.
When Gena had messaged him, she had made sure to mention that it was urgent. And it was. They couldn’t waste a single day on this matter, not when both their lives literally hung in the line with this. But no, even though she told him it was urgent, he didn’t show. She wanted to know what the hell held him up, so naturally she checked the Cadet program first. But he wasn’t there. He wasn’t at work. She would have understood if maybe work held him up and his superiors just didn’t let him, but it wasn’t the case at all. He was at home, she had to hear. Gena marched to the Blakes apartment. Come to think of it, she had never been inside there to begin with. How did she not remember that? It didn’t matter.
When she arrived, Gena knocked on the door, loudly, clearly angrily. “BELLAMY BLAKE!! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?” Gena screamed out. “IT’S NOT LIKE THE MESSAGE SAID URGENT! IT WAS URGENT!! ABSOLUTELY URGENT, As in…” Suddenly her mood switched entirely. How could he just ditch her like that. She had made it so very clear, that she needed him. She did need him for this. But what if she was all alone in this now? Gena felt the damn tears in her eyes. She stepped back. “As in I fucking needed you.” The curly haired woman turned around, letting herself slide down to the floor, knees pulled up to her chest, burying her head in her arm as she tried not to cry. Damn hormones.
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