"I love you." Clarke kisses me and I flip her over to take control. My hands go to her hair and then I'm falling, yelling for her to come.
I wake up abruptly and hop out of my bed. Not even bothering to pull on my sweats or shirt I run into the kitchen. Lincoln and Octavia are sitting at the small round table we have in there. Octavia is sipping a coffee that I know it more sugar and milk than coffee. Lincoln has a cup of coffee that looks blacker than normal coffee. It looks to be untouched. He's speaking in a hushed tone to someone on his phone.
When Octavia sees me standing in the doorway she pulls her feet off of Lincoln's lap. Lincoln sits up now, aware that they're not alone anymore. He lets his hand that had been resting on O's thigh drop to his side.
"I have to go." He says into his phone.
"Yes. We'll see you soon." He hangs up the phone and places it on the table. That's when I look around to see that there are a lot of things different about our place. Most of the differences I'm sure are from Lincoln's touch. It hits me that he has been here a lot more than I thought at first. When I first woke up in the hospital bed and found out they were together which was a week ago he promised that they hadn't done more than kiss, but now I don't believe him.
"Lincoln, can I talk to you in my room?" I ask in a tense voice.
"Sure. Do you want to get dressed first?" He raises an eyebrow at me. I remember that I'm still in my boxers and that's it.
I walk to my room and pull on a pair of jeans. Lincoln walks in just as I pull on a red shirt. I give him the big brother look that I've been perfecting since O was born.
"How often are you here?" I ask him in the same tense voice I used in the kitchen. It's all I can do to keep from pummeling the guy.
"What do you mean?" He asks even though we both know what I'm talking about.
"How long have you been screwing my sister?" I ask bluntly this time so he can't try to weasel his way out of it.
"Woah!" He puts his hands up in surrender. "I am not sleeping with your sister. I thought we got over this in the hospital last week."
"Maybe you did, but I haven't. If you're not sleeping with her then way is all of your crap here?" I say letting out a sarcastic tone when I say the word sleeping.
"Bellamy! I can't believe you!" O yells, walking into the room. Her face is bright red from embarrassment and anger. "I made him come stay here because I was scared. My brother, my only family, was in a coma and I was alone. Would you have rather had me be here without any protection?"
"No. You should have left." I say in a sober voice.
"Right? Why didn't I think of that? Oh yeah, no one would let me. I had to go to Nyko to get approved to visit you in the hospital and he only Okayed it when Lincoln offered to drive me. You have no idea, brother, what I have been going through these past few months. I assure you that Lincoln is the only reason I'm still alive so you better get off your high horse and not only apologize, but thank him."
I don't know what to say. I am frozen. When did O grow up so much? She has always been tough, but she's never sounded so much like an adult. It's a wonder that Lincoln isn't terrified of her granted I'm the only one who has managed to piss her off as of late.
"And at least his dad isn't the one who killed ours. He's actually a good guy. He's amazing and kind. Patient and strong. He wouldn't leave me for dead!" She shoves me and I am so hurt by her words that I fall back against my bed. She immediately looks guilty. "Listen, Bell. I'm sorry."
"Forget it. I deserve it. You're right. Clarke left me for dead. I'm pathetic to be in love with someone who would do that to me." I say remembering my last moments with her. I pleaded for her to come with me, but she wouldn't. She pushed out of the building to the water below. Because of what she did I was in a coma for months. I thought she was dead only to find out that she went back to the mob to help bring them down. She did all of this just to keep me and O safe.
"Tavi, go make Bell some coffee." Lincoln gives O's shoulder a soft squeeze before grabbing my desk chair and taking a seat. "Bellamy you know she didn't mean any of that right?"
"Of course she did. She's right." I shrug my shoulders and use all of my strength to keep my eyes dry.
"She wasn't right. Bell, there's something you need to know about that night." Lincoln stands up only to close my door. "What's the last thing you remember?"