Irreparable Damage

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Aurora Blake

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THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy Blake was not happy. Livid, perhaps was the better word. Or maybe heartbroken. He had no one to blame but himself for this. He was an Officer -- one of the youngest thanks to the promise he showed. 23 years and he was a ranking officer among the guard. This was supposed to be it. He would gain access to information about surprise inspections and thus liberate his mother from having to give . . . favors in order to get that information for them. This was supposed to be the start of a better life for them. He could provide for his family. He could protect them. And what had he done? Failed them.

He had taken Octavia out to the party last night and they had nearly been caught. Thanks to help from Roma who helped distract a guard, Bellamy was able to get his sister back to safety. It would be an unspoken event, as he had no intentions of telling his mother for he knew it was stupid to put such a risk on Octavia. But now . . . things had changed. Roma was using that information against him. She demanded that he move out, and she and him get their own place together . . . otherwise, she would tell the authorities about Octavia. Bellamy wasn't sure how serious she was about that, but it was not a risk he was willing to take. He couldn't. Not when it involved the life of his sister and mother. But now came the thought of moving out. Of not spending days with them. He would of course still see them but it wasn't the same.

How could he protect Octavia when he wasn't here? He felt he needed to physically be present to do so. Taking a deep breath, he entered the apartment, relieved to see Octavia sleeping -- as she had a late night -- and his mother at the table, working. Bellamy wordlessly closed the door behind him, trying to figure out where to start. How to start this conversation. Instead, he just went to the table and sat across from his mother in a chair. His eyes went to Octavia, sleeping so soundly on the bed as his mind attempted to formulate the best way to commence this conversation. "Mom, I did something." The words just came out and it took him a few moments before he was able to turn his gaze to rest on his mother.

[Aurora Blake]

When Aurora gave upon her job as guard, she had expected to no longer feel as exhausted after a day as she did now, but things had changed. It was the price she paid for having children, one that she paid gladly. She loved her kids, she only wanted the best for them, which included trying to be there for her daughter, her illegal child, and ensuring her son got his best chance at a career and everything no wonder she felt exhausted. She did a lot, her day was filled with work of some sort. At this moment Aurora sat in a chair in the house. She had a shirt on her lap, yet she was not working on it. Her naked feet were resting on one of the beds. She just looked ahead, allowing herself to be slow and rest for just a moment, before she had to pick up the work again.

That was how her son came in. One look gave it away that something or someone was troubling him. Aurora placed the shirt down and got up. She walked across the hall, silent as to not disturb the sleeping girl in the apartment. She felt like he might want to speak closely with her. “What is it, Bellamy?” She asked, reaching out to touch his shoulder, hopefully prompting him to open up, if he wanted to. He could tell her anything, probably should, too. It was how this worked, they were open with each other, or as open as possible. There were activities, that she did not want to be open about with her children, even though she felt like they knew anyway.

Bellamy Blake