Chapter Ten – Coping With the Nightmare

Clarke woke the next morning to an arm wrapped around her waist, she immediately remembered the previous night. She was the one who called him, she was the one who asked him to stay, and now she wished that she hadn't. Clarke wormed her way out of his grip, trying not to wake him in the process; she stepped out of the room and made her way downstairs into the kitchen, she needed coffee.

A few moments later, she heard footsteps coming from the stairs and braced herself to face Bellamy. He walked into the kitchen and over to Clarke, Bellamy snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her into his bare chest.

"I thought I smelt coffee," Bellamy whispered. Clarke's body stiffened and his breath heated her ear. Bellamy pulled away and used her arm to turn her around.

"Clarke, what's wrong?"

"Bellamy… last night shouldn't have happened. I was upset and…" Clarke stopped as Bellamy moved away and started to leave the kitchen.

"Wait, where are you going?"

"I tried to leave last night, but you stopped me… I should've just left." Bellamy snaps, he quickly moved back upstairs and into Clarke's bedroom, where his clothes had been scattered the night before, he was closely followed by Clarke.

"I didn't make you stay, I asked you to say, I needed you."

"No, you used me. You fucked me to make yourself feel better, the worst part is that I knew it all along, I just didn't want to admit it." Bellamy continued to pick up his clothes and put them on.

"I didn't fucking use you, Bellamy."

"Then what the hell was last night?"

"Sex, Bellamy. It was sex!"

"No shit." Bellamy finished putting on his clothes and started to make his way towards the door. Clarke turned to face him.

"Then why the hell are you complaining?"

"I don't want to have sex with you Clarke."

"Why don't you tell me how you really feel?" Bellamy ran his hands though his hair and over his face.

"Shit, no, I didn't mean it like that. What I meant is that I don't want to just have sex with you Clarke, I want to be with you." Bellamy stepped towards Clarke and she stepped back.

"What?"

"I'm in love with you, Clarke, I have been for years and I'm sick of hiding it." Silence filled the air and Bellamy spoke again.

"Say something."

"Get out," Clarke whispered.

"What?"

"I said get out!"

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Clarke shook her head.

"Fine, fine. I'll leave, but you really need sort your shit out, you either want to be with me or you don't." Bellamy stormed out of the room, ran down the stairs, exited the house and made his way home. When he finally sat down on his couch, he took out his phone and called Miller but he didn't answer.

Bellamy – 09:37

Miller, answer your phone, I'm going out of my mind

Bellamy – 09:49

Miller, seriously

Bellamy – 09:56

Miller!

Bellamy's phone finally started to ring and he quickly picked it up.

"It's about time, I'm freaking out here. I slept with Clarke and I think I've fucked everything up." There was silence on the other end.

"Bellamy, it's Glass, the Captain needs you to come in for a shift as soon as possible." Bellamy looked at his phone and cursed himself for not checking the caller ID.

"I'm sorry Glass, I didn't realise who called. Can you please not mention what I said to Jake please?"

"We'll talk when you get here Officer Blake." Bellamy recognised the voice instantly, Jake Griffin, the father of the girl he had just slept with and his boss. He heard footsteps on the other end and waited to speak to Glass.

"Bell, I'm sorry, you were on speaker, you just started talking and I didn't know what to do." Bellamy sighed.

"It's fine Glass. Tell me, how pissed did he look?"

"Good luck, Bell." He squirmed.

Bellamy changed and tried not think of all the possible ways that Jake could kill him. By the time he reached the precinct, he'd painfully thought of twenty three ways his boss could kill him. He walked through the reception, receiving a sympathetic look from Glass, and walked over to his desk.

"Officer Blake, can I see you in my office please?" Jake spoke from his office door. Bellamy stood and walked over to the Captain's office, trying to control his breathing. Jake closed the door and motioned for Bellamy to sit down.

"Sir, I am so sorry for what you heard, I…"

"Bellamy, calm down, you're not in trouble." Jake sat down opposite him.

"So… you slept with my daughter?" Bellamy could feel his cheeks heating up.

"Yes, but…" He didn't know what to say.

"But what?"

"I told her that I love her and she told me to leave." His eyes dropped to the floor.

"Wow." Jake leaned back in his chair and stared at the man opposite him.

"Yeah, so… yeah."

"Did you mean it?" Bellamy looked up to face Jake.

"Of course I did."

"Hey, there's no need to get defensive, I was just wondering." Bellamy panicked.

"I'm sorry sir."

"Come on Bellamy, stop with the sir, it makes me feel ancient." They laughed.

"Sorry, Jake."

"What are you going to do about Clarke then? She's about as stubborn as her mother so it'll have to be something good."

"What are you talking about, Jake?"

"When I found out that Abby and I were having a baby girl, I was determined that I was going to be the type of father who would think that no man would be good enough for his daughter. Then you had to go and change all of that didn't you Blake. When they were little, I always thought that Wells and Clarke would get together, but then Clarke introduced me to you, the boy she couldn't stand, and I knew that you two were something." Jake smiled. Bellamy was taken aback, he knew that Jake had always been fond of him, but he never knew why.

Bellamy can still remember the day he decided to join the police. He had been helping Clarke with her history homework when Clarke got a phone call to turn on the local news, they both sat and watched Jake on screen after he'd arrested the most famous murderer in Ark history. Bellamy watched as Jake was praised by the press and the locals but he wasn't fazed by the attention. Bellamy was still at the Griffin residence when Jake returned home, he walked over to Clarke, gave her a kiss on the cheek then patted Bellamy on the shoulder. Jake always worked to keep his town safe, not for the praise and promotions. Bellamy decided that day that he wanted keep people safe, like he had with his sister when they were younger. When Bellamy finally qualified to be an officer, Jake was more than happy to offer him a place at his precinct, he had given up field work after having surgery on his back and became the Captain. Now here he was, sat in his office talking about his love for his daughter.

"Clarke doesn't feel the same, she made that pretty clear," Bellamy sighed.

"Technically, she didn't say that, Bellamy. She just told you to leave, she's still upset over Wells."

"Jesus, I really am an idiot."

"What do you mean?"

"She called me at about three this morning upset, she's had a nightmare about Wells blaming her for his and Charlotte's death. She said something about me and you dying and she couldn't stop it. I've freaked her out haven't I?" Bellamy rested his head in his hands.

"Bellamy, she'll come round. I promise. Just don't give up on her." Bellamy looked up to see Jake smiling.

"I better get to work." Bellamy stood to leave.

"Thanks, Jake."

"It's ok son." Bellamy smiled as he left Jake's office.

Bellamy saw that he had a message on his phone.

Miller – 10:34

Sorry, I was with Harper, everything ok?

Bellamy – 11:01

Yeah, everything's going to be fine.

Wow, I am so sorry for the long wait, revision has taken over my life. In a few weeks I should be able to post even more chapters. Please keep reviewing :)