**Clarke**
As soon as his name slips from my mouth, the feeling of vomit approaches my throat. Why was he here? I need to leave, run off. I can't be near him because of the danger he brings. Quickly, I stuff my hands in my pocket to stop them trembling.

"What are you doing here?" I ask straightening me back, making myself seem stronger.

"Ever since you exiled me, I wonder the woods all day and night." His voice so straight and scary. Murphy places his hand on my back and I instantly shake it off. "What's the matter princess, not into sex?" He laughs.

I hold my breath, making a huge gulp that makes my head vibrate. Freezing on the spot I don't do anything. I can't do anything.

"I saw you, with Bellamy. Was that you're first time?" While laughing he traces my cheek with his hand. I squint away. My throat feels like it's being chocked and torn to pieces so I can't speak. "No?" Murphy's hand moves down from my cheek. Touching everything on his way down.
"Do you know what this makes you? Because I do." His grip makes me groan in pain. Trying as hard as I can to move away but he's strong.

"Murphy, leave me alone." I cry. Unfortunately, it doesn't make a difference.

He presses his lips to my cheek then to my ear. "You're a slut. A filthy pathetic slut!" He laughs faintly afterwards. Then he tries kissing me, when he doesn't get his way I feel the connection of the punch. I try to scream but when I open my mouth nothing comes out. Punching and kicking him is all I can do. My voice is broken and my body feels weak and useless.

"Leave me alone!" I scream and my fist hits his hideous face. But he doesn't back down, as efficiently as I can. I try crawling away but Murphy grabs my feet and pulls me back. Tears are appearing from my eyes and cries from my mouth. Praying and praying for someone to hear me. "No! Please!" But I still feel Murphy's presence. Teasing me. Haunting me. This is when I realize what a true jerk is. Not Bellamy. Defiantly not Bellamy. He treated me like I meant something to him. But Murphy. He's using me as a play toy. It's still pure blackness, all I can hear our Murphy's laughs and my whimpers of pain. I know now, it's all going to be over.

"Hey, over here!" I hear someone call. Relief fuels my body again. Bellamy? "Clarke." Someone is gripped to me and helped me up. Finn. I hold in my tears or pain and relief.

With the light of the torch, I see Bellamy on top of Murphy. Punching him over and over. I go over to him and see Murphy's face bloody and Bellamy's covered in sweat.

"Bellamy stop it, you'll kill him!" I shout pulling on his shoulders.

"He deserves to die!" Bellamy states continuing to knock the life out of Murphy. I tighten my grip on him and manage to pull him off.

"No! We don't get to decide who lives and die." I scream, Bellamy's face is full of sadness.

Murphy struggles to stand up and once he does he runs. Sprints away. Not wanting to be near us for another second.

"Clarke." Bellamy starts.

But I just run to him and hug him tightly. "No." I interrupt. "Don't apologize. You were right about everything. You're not a jerk. I was the jerk. I'm so sorry." Then my tears come flooding out. Bellamy returns my embrace which is such a good feeling. I smile while crying into his shirt. I hope he doesn't mind though.

***
We're back at camp hand in hand. I didn't care. He didn't care. We didn't care. Together we go to my tent. Lying side by side. I put my head on his chest and his arm curls round me.

"Thank you." I whisper.

Bellamy kisses my forehead and I start to drift off to sleep. Knowing I'm safe because he's here. Bellamy. My Bellamy. I wonder to myself what tomorrow might bring. If it's good, or if it's not- we'll be ready.