A/N: Another multi-chaptered story?! Yeah, I know, sorry. But I have had two consecutive nights in which I have dreams about betrayal... I decided to write the second dream in a Clarke-centric story because I still remember it so vividly, it's scary. I am actually scared. Obviously this would be a Clexa story if I continue it, cause I'm a Clexa trash.
Warning: This story gave me chills while I was writing it.
Disclaimer: I don't own the 100.
Run and Hide
But for how long?
We were overseas in a beautiful country. We had already seen many landmarks around here like the tourists that we were. And tomorrow, we're going back, the flight would be around eleven in the morning. I was excited to be able to go back, but I also felt melancholy having to leave such a beautiful place.
We are having a dinner now at a nice high class restaurant, with my father, mother, the Blakes and the Reyes. It is a nice tranquil atmosphere, we are having quiet conversations and sweet laughter. I don't know it then, that this would be almost the last time I get to see any of them…
Before dinner arrives, all of us decide that we would have a last walk around the place before we leave. My parents talk to the wait staffs and tell them of our intentions and then we are on our way. It is a beautiful night, it is not humid, but cool and just the right temperature. We walk into a park, I play with the Blake siblings and Raven. Just as we are leaving the park, Bellamy walks up to me and holds me back.
"What's up?" I ask him but he doesn't reply, he just gives me a soft kiss on the lips and then pulls me towards our family.
As we are just turning a corner to get back to the restaurant, a nice store lady walks out from her antique shop, she gives us a warning look. I don't understand it then but she halts us with her hand and gives this warning, "Be careful when you get back."
It worries me but my father just waves her off and thanks her. We walk away from her, just before I climb the stairs to get back into the restaurant, I look back to see the woman. Now another man is beside her, they are both giving me a sad warning look. I suppress a shudder and hastily make my way into the restaurant.
When I get back in, I see a group of pretty ladies sitting at the table beside our previously vacated table. They are wearing pretty dresses, expensive jewelries. Those are things that you expect to see when you dine at a nice restaurant like this but what unsettles me is that they are talking loudly and laughing boisterously, each of them either holding or have a jug of liquor in front of them. In restaurants like this, you expect everyone to have nice quiet conversations instead of loud words and rude cuss words that spill easily from their lips.
I am not judging or anything, but I just know… I know there's something off with them. Maybe this feeling is unwarranted or maybe it is from the warning given by the store lady but I just know… They look like… women that hang off the arms of mafia men. That is when realization strikes me, my eyes widen while I still stare at my table of family and friends and the ladies at the table beside, from the entrance of the restaurant. I see then too, that my father's eyes also widen as if the same realization just hit him too. He quickly excuses himself and walks out of the restaurant, I follow right behind him.
I tell him, "Father, I'm scared."
He turns to me and pats my head a little, "Shhh, it will be alright."
He takes me to the car where he puts in a lot of our stuffs, trying to leave discreetly. A gun shot rings out in the distance, my father runs away like a bull out of a cage. I stand there, stock still, until my neurons finally connect. I walk as fast as I can to get back, I walk because I am in heels, I do not want to trip myself.
When I get back into the restaurant, all the other patrons are still there, but my table and the table of ladies are empty except for Octavia and Raven. Octavia just walks by me, giving me a look. A hurt look of betrayal. I want to pull her back and ask her what had happened. But I don't, something tells me that I shouldn't. I walk to Raven then.
"What happened?"
"They are taking us away…"
"Oh…" I reply softly as I follow her out, lagging behind.
Silence envelops us as we walk until mid-way down another flight of stairs, she tells me, "They don't know about you… They didn't realize you are with us."
She turns her whole body sideways, so that I am in her line of vision and the legs of women at the bottom of the stairs could be seen too.
"You can still leave… Run away, Clarke. You can still leave…" Her glance darts from me and the bottom of the stairs.
"But…" I want to say no, but I couldn't. She already turned away from me, she walks down and I just hide behind. I feel wrong doing this but what other choice do I have? When we reach the bottom, I duck my head, to hide my face. Hoping that they wouldn't see any resemblance of me with my parents.
The beautiful ladies crowd around Raven as I slip past them and walk away… I walk away from my family and friends then, a feeling of dread and longing pulls me pack. I almost want to run back and ask them to take me too, but I keep moving forward. One foot in front of the other, I walk…
Back to the car, I drive back to our hotel, I'm not entirely of legal age to drive and hopes that no police will hail me down. I get back to the hotel without any incidence.
When I wake up in the morning, I hide until my flight departs. I get back to the states safely… a driver who has previously been paid is waiting for me. He drives me back to my house. An empty house, my family and friends gone. I cry for days, I hardly leave the house, afraid that they would have people lurking around to watch our houses.
I go out once I have made a lot of phone calls, to the real estate among others.
I took out all the money that my dad has saved, I sold the house… I walked away from my life. The life that I used to know. A 16 year old girl, I moved away with only a suitcase worth of my previous life.
I move from states to states, then from countries to countries. Never staying in one place for long, I keep running and hiding, hoping that I will never be found. But a thought inside me, a thought that questions me all the time: What if my money runs out? What do I do then? Where do I go? What will happen to me? Is this the only life I can live now? No… not live, survive. I am merely surviving. Run and Hide. But for how long?
A/N: Clarke's thoughts at the end were pretty much the thoughts going through my mind after I woke up... It's scary thinking about it. And especially I hear that if you get a third dream about the same thing, it might happen for real. I sure hope no betrayal is ahead of my life right now. Favourite and Reviews are welcome, always... (even though I could still feel my heart thumping away from writing this down).