Clarke's POV

Clarke just ran. As fast as she could. she had to get away from it... from him. Everything felt numb.

As she stumbled through the woods, panic began to well up inside her. What will i do when i see him? What if he hurts me again? What if he hurts someone else? She didn't understand how he could do that, how Finn could... He had always seemed nice, hell, she even thought they were friends. He was one of the only ones who didn't just do 'whatever the hell we want' and wanted to do the right thing. So when he asked her to go on a supply trip with him it didn't seem dangerous or worrying to her. But Clarke was wrong. He had seemed like a good guy, but they always do. He hadn't seemed like a rapist...

Camp came into view as she was running and Clarke had no idea what to do. How could she go back to camp after what had happened to her, knowing he would be there? How could she face everyone? How could she do anything?

Clarke stopped. The tears began flooding out and she just couldn't hold it in any longer. She collapsed back onto a tree, her body wracked by sobs. The pain of it all was coming back to her and it was like she was back there again, on the floor of the bunker, trapped, his hands around her wrists, not being able to move, telling him, begging him to stop. But he didn't stop. Not until he was on her, in her, all over her. He didn't stop. Clarke found herself hyperventilating in a ball on the ground, with her shaking head in her hands and her fingers gripping her blonde tangle of hair. Everything felt wrong. She couldn't even look at her own body without being reminded of his unwanted touch on her skin. She felt dirty.

All of a sudden, she became aware of someone's eyes on her. It was Bellamy. Shit. Why him? How long had he been watching her? Had he seen her breakdown? Clarke looked up at him wearily. "What?" She asked him trying to sound angry- it didn't work, her voice sounded like a little girl's. And she was sure the redness around her eyes didn't help. He just looked down at her with a confused and slightly worried expression.

"What do you want Bellamy?", Clarke demanded whilst shakily rising to her feet and wiping the tears from her glistening blue eyes. Bellamy looked like he wanted to help her... he didn't.

"Where have you and spacewalker been all day?", he questioned, regaining his hard demeanour. Clarke's stomach dropped as she thought back to what had happened. Again it was like she was back there. She could feel his hands on her body, his breath on her face, his fingertips reaching for her underwear. Clarke's breathing became rapid and uncontrollable and her face scrunched up in fear. She tried to calm down but she just couldn't. Everything felt so wrong.

Bellamy's eyes grew wide with worry. "Hey, Clarke, just breathe, you have to calm down and just breathe steadily," she heard Bellamy say, panicked, his eyebrows furrowed in concern. When that didn't work he placed both of his hands on her shoulders and held them in place when she tried to jump away, repelling against his touch. "Just copy my breathing. Ok Clarke? In and out," he said, before loudly breathing in, and out, and in, and out. Eventually Clarke began to do the same and her breathing steadied. Bellamy's face finally relaxed as he removed his hands from her shoulders and took a step back. "What's wrong?" he asked in a gentle voice.

"Nothing. I.. its nothing" was all Clarke could muster. Bellamy didn't look convinced.

Clarke had never seen this side of him before. He was always the tough guy, the leader, the protector. Not this... Ever since they had agreed to be co-leaders of camp, he had been much less hotheaded and stupid and she had begun to see the real Bellamy Blake- a strong leader who cared about his people and his sister more than anything. After Charlotte, they had grown closer but that didn't stop them from disagreeing about practically everything. Even so, they were beginning to become friends, slowly but surely. She was the head and he was the heart. But even after all that, she had never seen this softness in him.

"Where were you then?" he asked again. This time the panic she felt was much less intense than the last time but it was still there- she still felt the intense clenching in her chest. She didn't cry though, not this time.

After a minute of calming herself down and Bellamy worriedly watching her, Clarke met his eyes and said to him in her most confident voice, "I...we went to the bunker to get supplies."

"And these supplies are where exactly, Princess?" Bellamy asked, wearily.

"Please don't call me Princess," Clarke muttered distantly. At that Bellamy looked even more concerned. He had never seen her like this before- she always put on a brave face in front of others and rarely let people see her true emotions. She couldn't, she always had to be strong for her people. So seeing her breaking down and being so... distant, worried Bellamy.

Princess was Finn's nickname for her, what he had whispered in her ear when he...

"He has them," she couldn't bring herself to say his name.

"What happened?"

"Nothing happened. I..."

"Then why are you running through the woods alone and having panic attacks Clarke?" Bellamy demanded. Clarke didn't know what to say... she just looked down and ran a shaking hand through her blonde hair to steady herself.

"Was it the grounders? Did they attack you?"

"No. I told you nothing happened."

"Look, Clarke. I know we haven't always seen eye to eye, but we're co-leaders now, everyone relies on us. So don't lie to me, if something happened i want to know about it, " Bellamy stated, glaring down at her.

"What do you care Bellamy?" yelled Clarke hysterically, tears beginning to fall once again.

"I care about you! I care about everyone in this goddamn camp and we're their leaders! They need you! I need you! And the way you're acting is scaring me!" he yelled back at her.

Clarke sniffled, adverting her eyes to the ground and Bellamy's gaze softened slightly.

"You can trust me Clarke. Please, just tell me what happened." said Bellamy quietly, placing a reassuring hand on her arm. She couldn't look at him.

"I..." she started, before being interrupted by a loud, familiar voice.

"What's going on here?" said the voice. It was Finn...