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Chapter 52

Octavia watched as her brother stormed from the apartment, Murphy and Wick close on his heels. She'd never seen him like this. She almost feared for Abigail Griffin's life, but then felt guilty.

She knew her brother- knew that he wouldn't harm Clarke's mother. However, she also knew that Bellamy was human and capable of anything when those he loves were threatened.

She looked to Lincoln, seeing the worry creasing his features.

"What do you think he's going to do", Octavia asked softly.

"He will do what's necessary to get Clarke back, and whoever gets in his way will pay dearly. You need to call your father, I have to go", Lincoln replied.

"What? You're just going to leave?! My brother is…"

"You're brother is about to start a war! As a member of his crew I need to be there. He's not thinking straight right now and neither is Murphy. Miller and I need to know that you two are safe so that we can be there for our friends. Call your father, Octavia. We'll stay until he arrives."

Octavia stared dumbly at Lincoln for a moment; while her mind fought to process what he'd just told her. She finally shook her head, grabbing her phone and dialing her father's number.

She listened as the phone rang on and on. It was nearly one in the morning so she feared he wouldn't pick up.

"Octavia, what's happened", came the frantic voice of her father.

"Dad, something terrible has happened. Could you come to my apartment? Bellamy's gone to take care of it, but he told me to call you."

Marcus Kane was awakened from a sound slumber by the vibrating phone on his nightstand. One look at the screen had him in a near panic. He answered, listening as his daughter begged him to come to her apartment.

"Where is your brother now", he asked.

"I don't know."

He could tell even over the phone that Octavia was lying.

"Ok, stay put. I'll be there in ten minutes."

Kane scrambled to get dressed, barely remembering to grab his wallet and keys before he left the house. As he sped to his daughter's apartment he wondered what had driven his son over the edge.

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Bellamy parked his truck outside of Abigail Griffin's house. The last time he'd been here was the day he'd moved Clarke in with he and O. The memory of her hate filled words caused his rage to amplify.

He banged on the door, not caring who heard the commotion. Murphy and Wick stood behind him, one burning with ill suppressed anger while the other shifted from foot to foot nervously.

When the portal finally opened, Abby stood there with a frown as she pulled her robe tighter about her body.

"What do you want", she spat.

"I want to know where Clarke is", Bellamy demanded.

He watched as her features registered with shock for just a moment before once again returning to an angry scowl.

"I don't know what you're talking about", she answered right before she attempted to slam the door.

Bellamy's foot shot out, preventing the portal from closing. He shoved his way inside, shutting the door behind him and leaving his men to stand watch outside.

"I think you know more than you're letting on", he said as he advanced on the woman.

Abby had the intelligence to be afraid, finally seeing the rage and torment coloring the young man's features. Then she watched as his gaze took in the packed suitcases sitting near the door, her passport lying on the entryway table.

"Going somewhere?"

She'd always known that Bellamy Blake was a dangerous man, but right now she would categorize him as murderous. His dark eyes missed nothing, and his hands were clenched at his sides.

His voice sent tremors of rear down her spine, and for a moment she truly feared for her life. Then anger took over. This man stole her daughter from her, filling her head with nonsense and turning Clarke against her.

"I'm getting my daughter away from you! She had a bright future, but she threw it all away for you! I won't let you squash her dreams the way Jake ruined mine!"

Bellamy stared at the woman, her anger only fueling his own.

"Get her away from me? You're the one she's been running from. You're delusional if you think that Clarke will go willingly. You're even more deranged if you think I'll let her go. Clarke belongs with me, and no one will take her from me!"

Just as Bellamy was about to continue his little tirade, Abby's phone rang. He watched as pure panic seeped into her features as she stared at the screen.

"Answer it, but put it on speaker where I can hear", he growled.

He watched as Abby fumbled with the phone, finally answering it.

Dax's voice rang out in the quiet room, and Bellamy felt his heart drop.

"Mrs. Griffin, I regret to inform you that plans have changed."

"What do you mean", Abby cried.

"I mean that the Princess offers me greater leverage than I had originally anticipated. You see, the Rebel will do anything to get her back. Speaking of which, I would run if I were you. When he finds out you were involved nothing will stop him from wringing your scrawny neck", Dax said with a maniacal chuckle.

"I'm already here, Dax", Bellamy said, his voice dangerously low.

"Ahhh, even better. I've got a message for you too, so you just saved me some time. If you don't relinquish your hold on the Grounder Crew, and give me what is rightfully mine, then your pretty Princess is going to passed from one man to another until I get what I want. Do you understand me, Blake?"

If Bellamy had been angry before, he was certainly livid now. His hands itched to reach through the phone and strangle Dax, and watch as the light faded slowly from his eyes.

However, when the Rebel spoke there was not a hint of fear in his voice- only calm assurance.

"Dax, you won't live to see the sun rise", Bellamy said, "I'm going to hunt you down and when I find you there will be no mercy."

The line was silent for a moment, and then the sadistic maniac replied.

"Time's running out, Rebel. Soon you're Princess will be relegated to the whore that she is. Tick tock!"

The line went dead, and Bellamy snapped. He grabbed Abby roughly, pulling her face even with his own.

"Dax isn't the only one who's going to pay for this. When I'm done with him, I'll see that you never speak to Clarke again. Now, you'll tell me everything you know and you won't leave even the tiniest detail out. Understood?"

Bellamy watched as the woman nodded, her eyes filled with fear as she told him of her plans.

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Clarke sat with her knees pulled up to her chest and her head resting against upon her arms. She'd tried to get some sleep, but sleep never came. She knew that she was in big trouble and there was no way this was going to end well.

She'd heard of people saying that before they died their lives flashed before their eyes. She believed it. For the past two hours memories of her life with Bellamy had been playing on a loop in her mind.

The images, smells, and textures were soothing. As she closed her eyes, she could feel the softness of his hair running through her fingers, could smell his aftershave, could see his brown eyes.

She smiled as yet another memory surfaced, one she'd told no one.

Clarke walked through the front door, her feet dragging. It had been a long day of school and she was ready to just crash. She walked past the living room, finding Bellamy sprawled on the couch.

She didn't bother him, knowing that he'd probably had a rough day. He'd skipped school, and she could only imagine what Lynx had him doing. She made her way into the kitchen, pouring herself a glass of orange juice.

She was just about to head up the stairs when she heard a ragged moan come from the other room. She hurried over to where Bellamy was sleeping, finding him thrashing about obviously in the throes of a nightmare.

Clarke knelt beside the couch, shaking his shoulder and speaking gently. Suddenly Bellamy sat up, his dark eyes bleary as he stared at her. Then he was leaning forward, and the blonde found herself glued to her spot on the floor.

His hand's cupped her face, his thumbs rubbing back and forth across her jaw line. His lips were but a breath from hers, and his eyes were doing funny things to her heart.

"Princess", he said in a hoarse whisper, and then he was kissing her.

Clarke didn't react for a moment then she pulled him closer, tangling her hands in his dark hair and breathing him in. Then she felt him pull away before slumping against her.

He'd passed out!

"Bell", she called, but nothing.

She laid him back down, and then she saw it, a long red stain on his t-shirt. She lifted the material, wincing at the jagged cut. She grabbed the first aid kit from the kitchen and noticed the pill bottle sitting out.

He'd taken pain medicine! So that explained the kiss. For all of his tough exterior, Bellamy Blake couldn't handle his pain meds. It threw him for a loop, and usually knocked him out cold for at least two hours.

Clarke cleaned the cut, bandaging it gently before leaving him to sleep off his medicine. As she made her way up the stairs she placed a hand over her swollen lips.

Her first kiss and he wouldn't even remember it. She had to admit that as far as first kisses went, Bellamy Blake had hit it out of the park.

Clarke was pulled from her thoughts when Dax descended the stairs, a leering smile on his face.

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