PROLOGUE

'Princess' her father grabbed her hand trying to get her away from her room. 'Princess, we need to go now.'

Clarke looked up at her father, he looked pale in the dark house with nothing but the light from the streetlights outside to illuminate his face. His hair had become so much more gray than it had been when Clarke was growing up. He had developed so much rimples and his blue eyes, once just as blue a Clarke's were, now looked almost grey.

'But daddy,' Clarke looked up at him tearfully 'I don't know if I can leave. What if she finds us? What if you lose everything? What if I never get to speak to Wells again? What if something even worse happ..'

'Princess' her father stopped her rambling. He stepped closer to her and grabbed her for a hug.

'Daddy, I'm so scared.' Her father gently kissed her hair before he let her go.

'Hey kid look at me.' He said 'Nothing will go wrong I promise you, I've got you, and I always will. Never ever forget that.' He looked at his watch 'Clarke grab your bags please we really need to go now'

Clarke took one more look trough her room.

No, from now on old room.

One of the walls was full of pictures, mostly of her, her dad and her best friend Wells. Pictures of them on vacations, pictures of Wells and her playing chess, pictures of her dad proudly holding the first drawing she had ever made.

She walked towards the wall and pulled it of the wall. She wanted to keep that one.

The rest of het room was clean and neat, a few diploma's hanging on the wall next to her desk and trophies on the desk, she had won for sport events, science fair's and med camp.

They where never enough for her mom.

Clarke grabbed her bags that were still on the ground and with her other hand grabbed her fathers hand. He had been waiting silently for her to come to terms with their departure.

'Lets go' she said.

As they walked down stairs trough the big house she couldn't help but fell small.

This was the house where she had grown up in. This was the house where she and Wells had their first kiss.

It had only happened once, when they were playing hide and seek one time. They had both come to the brilliant idea to hide in the closet under the stairs, and cramped together in such a small spot, it had seemed like the right time, they had only been thirteen at the time.

But that closet was also the spot where she would hide from her mom, every time.

Down the hall was the kitchen where she and her dad loved to cook together, they would pump the music as loud as it would go and danced while they where chopping vegetables or baking cookies.

The kitchen however was also the spot where her mother had hit her for the first time. When she had been 7. Her mom was baking a pie for a faire, and when Clarke had tried to help she accidently dropped the bag with flour.

At first Clarke had started laughing, it had looked like it had snowed in the kitchen. She had grabbed a hand of flour from the floor, threw it in the air and started dancing in it. Pretending like it was snow falling on her.

The moment she had seen the look on her moms face, she stopped immediately. With a straight hand her mother had hit Clarke across the face and had started yelling at her. Clarke had to pretend she had fallen down the stairs for the rest of the week when she was at school.

Next to the kitchen was the living area where they all used to watch the soccer games, Wells and his father Theolonius Jaha would come over, they usually brought enough take out food to feed a small army, and the four of them – she, her dad and the Jaha's - would be shouting at the television the rest of the night. - When they where playing, she and Wells would always side for the Dutch team, because, well, they where awesome.

However, in the living area was also the spot where her mom had told her time after time again that Clarke was worthless. That she couldn't understand how she could have ended up with a daughter like her. That Clarke was nothing but a disappointment. Her mother had told Clarke, that if she would have been the father instead of her mother, she wouldn't even admit Clarke was her kid. Asking for a paternity test because there was no way she could be hers.

As Clarke looked at the hallway one last time she sighed. It was only a week ago when her mother had gone to far. Her mother had been mad at Clarke, again. It was Clarke's job to take care of dinner. So that when her mother came home, a nice family dinner could be had.

But her mother had come home early, and the chicken still needed to be in the oven for at least half an hour.

Her mother was furious. She had started yelling and hitting Clarke but after years and years of abuse Clarke had enough of it. She had grabbed her mothers hand which she was trying to strike Clarke with and with her other had she had slapped her mom across the face.

It had been the wrong move to take.

Her mom stood still for a few seconds, she had looked at Clarke completely startled.

And then lost it.

Clarke had gotten terrified and tried to slip away. She had tried to run to the hallway and hide in the closet under the stairs. But before she made it there, she saw that her mom had followed her. A big kitchen knife in her hand – the one she had been using earlier with cooking the dinner – and run towards Clarke.

All Clarke remembered was waking up in her bed with her father sitting on the ground next to her. It looked like he had been crying.

Her father had told her how he had came home the night before, and when he opened the door he had seen Clarke, lying in the hallway, in a puddle of her own blood.

He had thought she was dead.

But when he came closer he saw that the massive wound in her side was already stitched up.

He had carried Clarke up to her room, cleaned the blood of her, put her in some clean clothes and had stayed beside her all night just to make sure she was still breathing.

When he had checked on what his wife was doing later that night, she was already sleeping peacefully.

That morning her father had told that he couldn't take it anymore. Not when Clarkes life was at stake. So they decided together they would leave. They would move as far away as they could and make sure that her mom never would find them.

The only thing that would take a little time was that her dad had to get some money in cash, he had to make sure everything was covered at work, Clarke needed to heal a bit more from the knife wound and she insisted to say goodbye to Wells.

'Saying goodbye?' her father asked he looked up at Clarke, who was still in the middle of the stairs. He was holding his own bags and waiting in the door opening.

'No.' Clarke said 'We are finely going to find a home, this house never was.'

He nodded his head silently, is eyes full with his own regrets 'I'm so sorry princess.'

'Let's go.' Clarke said. Together they left the house. She locked it and then threw the keys trough the mailbox.

'I won't be needing those anymore.' Clarke mumbled to herself.

Her father had already walked to the car and she heard the all to familiar beeping sound the car made when it unlocked. She walked towards it and put her bags down near the backside of the car, waiting for her dad to load them in.

Clarke felt a chill creep up her spine. She opened the door to the passenger side of the car, hoping she would feel a bit safer when she was actually in the car. It only took a minute for her dad to join her. He put the key in the ignition and started the car. Clarke looked at the house, trying to wrap her mind around the fact that this would be the last time that she would see it.

The moment they started to pull out of the driveway they felt a big bump from behind, like they had hit something. Clarke looked around trying to see what they had hit them.

Her mothers car was parked behind them on the driveway blocking them in. Clarke saw her mom climbing out of her own car throwing the door of the car closed with a loud bang.

She looked absolutely terrifying.

'Honey' Clarkes mother yelled while she walked towards the car Clarke and her father were sitting in and started hitting at the window.

'Could you come out of the car please? I need to talk to you.' She almost song the last part.

Clarke didn't realize she had been holding her breath until she felt her fathers hand reach out for her arm.

'Don't be scared princess, I've got you, I'll get us out of here. But I need you to stay in the car.' Clarke just nodded and felt the car move when her father exited the car.

'Sweetheart!' He said walking towards his wife, trying to calm her down.

'What are you doing home so early?' He questioned her. 'Clarke and I where just about to get some take out food. It's a good thing you came home now, otherwise we might not know what to get for you.'

He tried to reach out for his wife trying to make some contact with her, but she pulled away. 'Really honey?' She mocked 'Take out huh?'

\Abby looked at Clarke and then back at her husband. 'I know what you were trying to do Jake!– Do you think I'm stupid!? Huh?' She walked towards her husband and started pushing him against the car

'You asshole!' She screamed in his face. 'You are not taking my baby away from me!'

'Of course I'm not' Her father tried 'she's our baby girl! Why would you ever think I would take her away?'

Clarke saw her mother walk away from her dad, holding her breath again, she prayed her dad would get in the car right now. So that they could drive away and never come back.

'Jaha told me what you where planning Jake' Her mother yelled over her shoulder. She stopped walking when she was about 20 feet away from her husband and then turned around.

'Did you really think I would let you kidnap my daughter?' She reached for something in her back pocket.

'Darling, please calm down, I don't know what you have heard, but I assure you that it isn't true!' Her father pushed himself of the car and tried to walk towards his wife again.

Clarke saw it happening before she could yell to warn her father. Her mother had pulled out a gun, aimed it at her father, yelled 'Liar!' and shot.

'DADDY' Clarke screamed with the air she had been holding in her lungs for way to long. She threw the car door open an sprinted to where her dad had collapsed. Clarke felt like she couldn't breath. Completely forgetting that her mother even existed she started looking trough all the blood if she could find the bullet would so she could stop the bleeding.

'Princess,' She heard her father whisper.

'Daddy I can't find it there's to much blood.' She started sobbing.

'Princess I'm sorry.' He whispered. He reached up to put a lock of hair behind Clarkes ear and then slowly let his hand back down again, and closing his eyes.

'Daddy?' Clarke tried to shake at him 'Daddy please!' Crying she started screaming at her dad 'DADDY PLEASE, PLEASE WAKE UP!'

Clarke felt the world collapsing on her, darkness surrounding her, like all the oxygen had left the world, like it was impossible to ever take an other breath.

'Clarke please.' Her mother sneered at her, 'Have you learned nothing at those med camps of yours? You know just as well as I do that the man is dead. Now lets go inside so you can get changed and we can get some take out food. That's what you wanted isn't it?'

Clarke looked up at her mom, the words she had just said not fully reaching her brain.

'You MONSTER!' Clarke screamed at her mother 'What makes you think I would ever come willingly with you?'

'Clarke you do not talk in that tone to your mother. Now get inside'

'You're a monster!' Clarke, still holding her fathers corpse sobbed.

She looked up one more time at her mother, straightening her back and looking her mother straight in the face.

'I hate you, and I will make sure you rot in prison for this.' She spit out.

Her mother just looked at her, raised the gun again said 'Your choice sweaty' and shot at Clarke.

All Clarke remembered thinking; 'This is where it al ends.' before the entire world went black.

hello nice people for reading this, yes I know it's dark. It's sad, (although I was listening to way to happy music while writing this, which made a really weird combination, so I hope I was able to get the right tone on paper), it's angsty, but it gets better I promise! this is supposed to become a multi chapter so tell me what you guys think of it! So since I don't have anybody to proof read it for me, and since English isn't my native language ( I'm Dutch ^-^) there could be a lot of mistakes that I'm not aware of, so feel free to tell me when you see one ( I'll be grateful for it!)