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Chapter 11
We're All A Little Broken

Lexa and Clarke arrived home at six, still lacking with the knowledge that their best friends had returned and were helping the kids make Indian food for dinner.

The smell of the house gave away the fact that the kids weren't home alone, and the extra shoes at the door were a good hint at who it was.

"MMIES!" Indie said with excitement, running to greet both women. Clarke scooped up the toddler and walked with Lexa to the kitchen.

"O!" Lexa said, running to embrace her "sister". Clarke went to greet Lincoln who was tending to the butter chicken.

Octavia and Lexa grew up in the same group home when they were little. At the age of three Lexa's parents were killed on the job leaving her with no one to care for her. No grandparents or aunts or uncles. She became a ward of the state and was sent to a foster home. Her first home lasted a year until the family had to move due to a job relocation. The four year old was then sent to a new home where the parents only wanted the monthly cheque and not the burden of taking care of Lexa. The little girl was starved, un bathed, and left for dead until a social worker came to check on the four year old who was not attending her first week of kindergarten. Five months of little food and care led to Lexa staying in a hospital for two months before being left in a group home.

At five years old, Lexa met Octavia who was the same age and had come in after her single mom couldn't stand raising her any longer. The two little girls became close friends in the group home and grew together, luckily never being separated since the social worker was struggling to place other kids before them.

At sixteen years old the girls were the third and fourth oldest in the group home, requiring them to take some control and help take care of the younger kids. Two months after her birthday, Lexa was taken to a new foster home, forcing the two "sisters" to be separated. At the home Lexa was mistreated, beat, and raped by the parents and their friends.

Octavia snuck the house information away from their social worker and managed to call the foster family of Lexa, hoping her sister would answer. Thankfully Lexa was forced to pick up the phone and broke down when she heard who was on the other line. Octavia instantly ran to find the adult supervisor of the group home and forced them to listen to Lexa who re-illiterate what had happened before someone screamed at her and began to beat her for telling the group home what they did. Octavia heard the whole thing and begged them to bring her back. As a way to avoid lawsuits, the social worker took Lexa and left the foster family alone, sending the brunette back to the group home.

The girl became suicidal, and thought she had nothing left in life for her. She had no parents and no one that loved her. She believed no one could ever love her after her body was used for someone else's pleasure.

Octavia helped her though, and kept her alive. Encouraging her to dive into her school work and aim for a big name school since the state had to compensate her for the atrocities she encountered in the group home.

The girls finally graduated, Octavia going UCLA for business classes while Lexa went to Harvard to study social and criminal justice. However, she knew the legacy of her parents as police officers and finished her education early so she could train to be just like them.

The two girls remained close, Octavia being her maid of honor when Lexa and Clarke got married. Clarke was forever grateful to Octavia for leading her wife to her and for being there when Lexa struggled to cope.

"Wait check for any extra dogs. We can never trust these two with our kids." Clarke said, looking to Zorro who sat alone.

"Be nice. We only give them dogs for special occasions." Octavia said, hugging the blonde.

"We did get a large group of dogs though. If any of the kids want to swing by to help us on the weekend that'd be great." Lincoln said, leaning against the counter.

"Sure. Saturday after Rowen's swim meet we can leave them at the shelter." Clarke said, placing a kiss on Indie's cheek before placing her on the ground.

"I can't make it." Sophie said, moving to set the table.

"And why's that?" Lexa asked, turning to her daughter. The teen began to blush uncontrollably.

"Thomas asked me out on a date."

"Nice." Octavia said, knowing all about Thomas due to the endless conversations she's had with Sophie about him. The two high fived as they passed while Lexa and Clarke smiled.

"I'd like to meet him before hand, Soph." Clarke said, taking the cups from her to fill with water.

"Sure. Is it cool that I invited him to watch the swim meet before we go out?"

"Yeah, that's fine. We're all going to be there anyway." Lexa said, turning to Octavia. "Can you make it to that?"

"Wouldn't miss it for the world. Right Linc?"

"For sure. Our mermaid is going to crush it." The man said, going back to the food.

"Okay, can we eat now?" Jude asked, standing from the nook to look at the food.

"If you want food poisoning, sure." Octavia agreed, ruffling his hair.

"But it smells so good!" The teenager groaned.

"Where's Willow?" Lexa asked after a moment, looking to all her kids except for one.

"Upstairs. Why?" Lincoln asked, checking on the rice machine. Clarke sighed before rubbing her face, Lexa reaching to rub her wife's neck before answering.

"It's been a hard week. She just isn't okay right now, and if she's upstairs it probably means she's overwhelmed."

"I can't shake this feeling that she's going to do something. Like I'm constantly worried for her safety now." Clarke said, chewing her lip. Sophie noticed the tense conversation and led the little ones to the yard to play.

"Have you taken her to see someone?" Lincoln asked, taking a seat.

"I went with her to a therapist yesterday. She's got a lot of anxiety and pent up emotions that we need to sort out." Lexa said.

"I thought Willow was okay." Octavia said, feeling concern consume her.

"She's not, O. We're really trying to figure this out but it hasn't even been a week and we're already losing control."

"Hey. Don't give up yet. I never gave up on you, Lex. And you were even more destroyed than she was. People need time, and you have got to give it to her."

"We would never give up on, Will. She's our little girl. I just hate not being able to help her like we were when she was a baby."

The front door slammed shut scaring the adults in the kitchen. Clarke glanced back at the yard and saw her five kids, knowing very well the only person left in the house has actually run.

"Lex, that's Will!" The blonde said, rising up quickly. The four adults ran to the front door, Lexa making it there first and looking both ways to find her daughter running at a dead sprint down the block.

Without a second thought she began to run as well, calling Willow as loud as possible while the little girl kept a large distance between herself and her mother.

How did her kid ever get so quick? She was a trained cop and she couldn't even catch up.

"Willow! Please, stop!" She cried out, not letting up quite yet.

Willow was crying up ahead, her breathing running wild while her heart was shaking in her chest. But for some reason the sprinting felt good. The streets never ended and her legs burned with a pain she was unfamiliar with. But it was good pain compared to the one she always felt. It was a welcomed pain.

They covered a solid fifteen blocks until Willow lost her footing and went down, scraping her knees and forearm in the process.

Lexa made it to the crying girl and crouched by her, pulling the girl into her arms.

"Shh, you're okay. It's okay."

"Y-you said you were giving u-up on m-me." Willow sobbed out, trying to push Lexa way.

"No, no. Baby, I would never say that. I said I was scared because I don't know how to help you. I could never give up on you."

"But I'm broken."

"I was broken too, once. We all break a little at some point. But you are not and never will be broken enough for me to give up on you." Willow shook her head before Lexa took her face in her hands and kept their eyes locked. "Never ever, baby girl."

"Promise?" She finally asked.

"I promise." Lexa placed a kiss on Willow's forehead, pulling her back into a hug.

"Can I give you two a ride?" Lincoln asked, pulling up in his car.

"Come on, ladybug. Let's go home and get you cleaned up." The mother led her daughter to the back seat and sat with her, running her fingers through her hair.

"You okay back there, Will?" Lincoln asked, glancing through the rearview mirror.

"Yeah." The girl replied, wiping her cheeks with her hand.

When they pulled up to the driveway, Clarke tore the back door open, crouching by the seat and placing a hand on her daughter's head.

"You're okay. Thank god you're okay."

"They got a whole fifteen blocks away." Lincoln said climbing from the car and taking Octavia into his side.

"Well someone sure does got some speed on her." Octavia said.

"She could've gone farther. She tripped." Lexa explained, wrapping her arm around Willow and beginning to lead the group inside.

"Does anything hurt, ladybug?" Clarke asked when they shut the door, Octavia quietly locking it with both locks so then it would take Willow a longer time to leave next time.

"Not really." She said.

"She scraped her knees." Lexa said after her, nodding down to the pajama short cladded girl.

"Come on, let's go get cleaned up. You guys start dinner without us." Clarke said, nodding the group to leave while taking Willow upstairs. "Wanna tell me why you ran?" Clarke asked, patting the bathroom counter, which the girl sat on.

"I heard you, mama, aunt Tavia and uncle Lincoln talking. I felt bad for making you and mama sad, so I ran because I got nervous." Willow explained.

"Sweetheart, mama and I can take care of ourselves. We can't stand the thought of you leaving or getting hurt though. What you did was really dangerous." The blonde said, carefully wiping at the bloodied knees of her kid.

"I'm sorry." Willow whispered, looking down at her lap in shame.

"Hey," Clarke stopped what she was doing and tipped the brunette's head back up. "Are you apologizing for running, or for feeling the way you felt?"

"Both."

"The only thing I want to hear you apologize for is running away. Feeling what you feel is," Clarke sighed slight, "is part of our new normal. We all have to work together to figure this out, ladybug. But you never have to apologize for feeling anything."

"I didn't want to run, but in the moment it was all I could do." Willow said, furrowing her eyebrows. "Does that make sense?"

"Yes, and it's something we have to work on. It's just another tick of yours. But mama and I won't stop loving you and we'd chase you to the ends of the earth before letting you slip from our fingers." The doctor returned to her cleaning, taking Willow's arm before they spoke again. "You got pretty far. Just how fast did you make your poor mama run?" Willow shrugged at her mother's question.

"It wasn't hard. I just had to move my feet." The girl explained.

"Well, you're pretty good at it, ladybug." A large Band-Aid was placed on the largest part of the scrape along with two smaller ones. "Come on my little girl. Let's go eat some dinner." The mother and daughter exited the bathroom, returning to the main floor where voices and people bustled around with dinner set on the table.

I hope you all enjoyed chapter 11! I'll put chapter 12 up tomorrow but I won't be able to update this weekend because I have a regatta (rowing race). I hope you all understand.

-Valentina