Chapter Nine – Nightmare Phone Call

Clarke felt sick as he looked at the site of the crash, the car had been removed but there was still blood on the ground, mist was floating around close to the ground. She felt tears rolling down her cheeks, Clarke lifted her arm to wipe away the tears with her sleeve, but the sleeve was covered in blood, she was covered in blood. Clarke heard a twig snap and her head shot up. Wells was stood in front of her, his white shirt drenched in blood and his eyes full of hatred.

"You did this, you killed me. Why weren't you paying attention?"

"Please, Wells, I was paying attention. I'm sorry."

"How do you feel, knowing you killed two people, or did you forget that Charlotte even existed?"

"Of course not, I…"

"Admit it, you killed us, even Bellamy agrees." Clarke turned to find Bellamy stood avoiding looking at her. The crash scene was gone and she was now standing in the car park where they had first kissed.

"Bellamy..."

"Please, don't." Clarke realised that Bellamy couldn't see her and there was someone else with them.

The mysterious man walked over to Bellamy, pulled out a gun and shot him in the head. Clarke screamed and ran over to Bellamy, she tried to touch him but something was stopping her, she felt something wrap around her.

When she looked up, the car park was gone and Clarke saw her Dad tied to a chair. She watched a two men punched and kicked him over and over again, she couldn't help him. Clarke screamed but they never topped, the ropes around her kept her from saving him.

Clarke suddenly felt as though she could move again and she dropped to her knees and put her head in her hands.

"Clarke, are you ok babe?" She looked up to find Finn stood in yet another room.

"What's going on Finn?" She rose from the floor. Before he could answer the door opened and Raven walked in. The young brunette walked over to Finn, pulled out a knife and stabbed him. Clarke' jaw dropped and the girl turned to face her.

"Your turn, Clarke." She turned to run away but she found she was back at the scene of the crash. Wells slowly walked towards her holding the piece of metal that was once lodged in her side.

"Join me, Clarke." Wells stopped in front of her, she tried to back away but found she couldn't move.

"Wells, please don't do this," Clarke cried.

"You won't have to feel guilty anymore." Wells stepped forward again.

"Wells…" The floor began to split and Clarke fell through the gap. She really was in hell.

Clarke woke up screaming, her bed covers clung to her body as she sweated. She tried to calm her breathing and forget watching the people she cared about die, her body was still shaking. Clarke turned to reach for her glass of water but noticed that it was empty. She grabbed the glass and walked downstairs and hoped she would calm down soon.

After several gulps of her drink, Clarke's body stopped shaking. Clarke recalled her nightmare, Bellamy's lifeless body, being unable to help her father, Raven killing Finn and Wells telling her to join him, she needed to speak to someone about it. Clarke walked back to her room and picked up her phone from the bed side table.

Clarke – 03:51

You awake?

Minutes later, he answered.

Bellamy – 03:54

Yeah, I can't sleep. Are you ok?

Clarke – 03:55

Can I call you?

Bellamy – 03:56

Sure

She dialled the familiar number. After a few rings, he picked up.

"Hi."

"Hi," he yawned.

"I know it's late, but I just need to speak to someone. I know I didn't answer you earlier, but…"

"Clarke, you're rambling," he laughed.

"I'm sorry."

"Clarke, was there a point to this phone call, although I am enjoying hearing your voice." She could hear him smirking.

"I had a nightmare. I know it sounds childish but it scared me." Clarke heard him moving on the other end of the phone.

"It doesn't sound childish, you were a part of the crash, it's expected that you may dream about it." Clarke noticed how concerned he sounded.

"I didn't dream about the crash."

"Oh…" Clarke sighed.

"Can you come over please? I don't want to be alone." She held her breath whilst she waited for his answer.

"Give me ten minutes." He hung up and Clarke sat on her bed, wondering whether seeing him would calm her down or whether it would be awkward. He had kissed her and she didn't say anything, she shook her head trying to escape the thoughts.

Ten minutes later, Clarke heard a knock at the front door, she made her way downstairs and braced herself to see his face. She opened the door and found him stood there. His dark curls sticking up, as though he had been running his hands through his hair, his freckles reminded her of the stars and his hands were placed in the pockets of his favourite jacket, the jacket that Clarke borrowed every time their group had gone camping.

"Hi." His voice stopped her from staring. She stepped back and let him walk in, she shut the door calmed her breathing and turned to face him.

"Thank you for this, I just needed to speak to someone." Bellamy stepped forward and pulled her into a hug.

"You don't have to thank me, Princess, I am always going to be here for you," Bellamy whispered. Clarke could feel herself beginning to cry, remembering her nightmare, she pulled away and walked quickly into the living room, followed by Bellamy. She sat down on the couch and placed her head in her hands. Bellamy sat on the coffee table and placed his hands around her wrists, trying to get her to reveal her face.

"Clarke, you said you needed someone to talk to, so talk to me, please," Bellamy pleaded. She finally lifted her head to look at her.

"In the nightmare, Wells blamed me… for everything,"

"Oh, Clarke…"

"That wasn't the worst thing. My Dad was being beaten to death and I couldn't help him; Raven killed Finn and said that I was next, then Wells tried to kill me and I fell into a pit of fire." Clarke avoided telling him about his part in the nightmare, but Bellamy knew there was something else.

"You… you…" Clarke stuttered.

"I what? Clarke just tell me." He reached forward and held her hands.

"Wells said that you agreed that I killed him and Charlotte and then when I turned to face you, you were shot in the head. I watched you die Bellamy." Bellamy looked shocked.

"Say something." Bellamy leaned forward and placed his hands on her cheeks.

"There is no way in hell that I would ever blame you for Wells or Charlotte, and nothing is going to happen to me Clarke. I am never going to leave you. Octavia would have my head on silver platter if I ever did anything to hurt you," Bellamy smiled, he leaned his forehead against hers.

"Do you have work in the morning?" He laughed and leaned back removing his hand from her cheeks.

"Do you ever stop worrying about my job? Your Dad won't mind if I'm few minutes late, he loves me." Bellamy moved to sit next to her.

"How many times are you going to tell me this?" Clarke joked. She was right, Bellamy always knew how to calm her down.

"Did I ever that your Dad once called me the son he always wanted?" Bellamy smirked. She stood and walked over to the kitchen.

"Be quiet, he did not." Bellamy followed her.

"How do you know he didn't, you weren't there." He sat on the counter top and watched as Clarke poured herself a drink.

"I actually wouldn't be surprised if he said that, how close you are to my Dad scares me sometimes you know?" Clarke smirked. She turned and handed him a glass.

"Thanks, did I tell you that he once called us Bellarke, the boys all laughed and agreed, it took me a while to figure out what he meant. Murphy told me it was a combination of our names," He laughed.

"Yeah, Jasper made that up when he was high, Octavia thought it was hilarious." Clarke leaned against the opposite counter.

"I'm going to pretend that I didn't hear you say that Jasper was high." Clarke laughed.

"Oh come on, like you never knew that he and Monty get high, they've calmed down since Jasper met Maya." Clarke took a sip of her drink and noticed Bellamy staring at her.

"Why are you staring at me?" Bellamy looked at the floor his cheeks heating up.

"Sorry." He whispered.

"Bellamy Blake, were you just staring at my legs?" As soon as the words left her mouth, Clarke regretted it. They still hadn't spoken about what happened in the car park, or about the kiss.

"I shouldn't have said that, I'm sorry." Bellamy jumped down from the counter and placed his glass in the sink.

"I should be going." Bellamy almost reached the door before Clarke spoke again.

"Nothing happened with Finn. What happened at the funeral was a mistake and it is never going to happen again." Clarke heard Bellamy sigh, but he never turned to look at her.

"Why are you telling me this Clarke?" Clarke walked towards him and placed her hand on his shoulder, causing him to turn and face her. Clarke moved her hand to his neck and pulled him down to her lips. He kissed her back immediately, moved his hands around her waist and pulled her closer. Clarke pulled away and looked up at him.

"Will you stay with me tonight?"

"Clarke…" He breathed.

"Please, I need you." He nodded. Clarke removed his hand from her waist and pulled him towards her room, she forgot about her nightmare and concentrated on Bellamy.


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