Chapter 16

Clarke followed Bellamy to his car as he carried his bags on his shoulders, watching from behind him as he pressed the key to his car to pop the trunk. He placed his things inside and encircled his hands around her waist bringing her closer to him. "You really know how to make it hard for a guy to leave". Clarke thought there was nothing further from the truth. That morning she was in a pair of sweats, a regular t shirt, and still had bed head. "If I knew what you meant by that I would try and do more of it to convince you to stay". Bellamy smiled kissing her forehead and running a finger over her cheek. "Just being here with you like this. This level of comfort and home that you bring me to by just being around me. That is what I mean. I can't get that anywhere else". Murphy and Wells where packing their things into the car watching them as they said their goodbyes.

"Think they'll last"? Murphy said nudging Wells in the arm. Wells placed his bag in the back seat watching his friends. "Dude, we've all been waiting for this to happen for years, I know it'll last". He looked at Murphy, their friend was no longer available to be their wingman, their bachelor on club nights. This girl had him tied down, but Murphy and Wells had never seen him happier. This was right for Bellamy and if Clarke was what he wanted; he would do everything as his friend to protect that.

"I'm going to call you when we get in if it's not too late ok, I promise". Bellamy kissed Clarke again. Clarke looked at him with her big blue eyes, trying to push the concerns she had for them aside. They were adults. If they had decided that this long-distance thing would work for the mean time than that meant they had a commitment to it. Clarke watched as the cars left, leaving her standing in the driveway. She waved them off until she could no longer see their cars in view. Walking inside and plopping herself down on the couch. Everything in the apartment looked so different now. How 2 weeks could change her life so drastically. Octavia walked up behind her wrapping her arms over Clarke. "You going to be ok"? Clarke just sat there staring at the blank television. "Define ok"? Octavia squeezed her tighter. "I know it'll be hard for you, but you guys will make it back to each other". Clarke knew that it was possible that all this was possible it was just hard to not over think. She shook the thoughts from her head standing up and causing Octavia to stand back, waiting for her friends next moves. "I'm going to go get my stuff ready for school tomorrow and make sure that I have everything I need. This semester is going to be hard enough and I need to concentrate. Octavia let her friend go, she would be there for her, like she always had.

Clarke laid in bed that night tossing and turning. Bellamy's missing presence making her bed seem bigger than she remembered. She had been on her own all these years, she didn't need anyone but now, she felt more dependent on his presence than she did her own. He had called her when they arrived as her and Octavia were finishing dinner. He was tired from the drive, so they only talked for a short while before hanging up. Clarke wiped a tear from her eye that was falling onto her pillow. She took a deep breath, in an out. She needed to get some rest; it had only been a day. Way too soon to be getting emotional about all this stuff. As soon as she closed her eyes to try and drift off to sleep the most unwelcomed feelings overcame her mind, causing her to spiral into a dream that would bring her back to feelings she remembered long ago.

They were on the football field laying in the grass, just her and Bellamy. She didn't know where everyone else was, but she didn't care. She enjoyed his company as he laid beside her. They looked over each other feeling the cool breeze brush over them. Bellamy sat up to give her his letterman jacket. "Are you cold"? She looked up at him nodding her head. They laid back down feeling the cold ground underneath them countereffect their warm feelings. "Clarke, Clarke"! a voice yelled in the distance. Her father was there walking towards her on the field. "Clarke where have you been, I've been looking everywhere for you". He watched as his daughter stood up, the jacket hanging off her shoulder. "It's late and it's time to go home". He grabbed her hand pulling he with him. Bellamy stood still standing in the same spot they were laying moments before. Watching her as they walked away. By the time they reached the school parking lot She had ripped her hand out of her dad's. "You didn't need to do that; I would have gotten home safe. You don't need to look out for me, because I'm not a child". He looked at his daughter, she would have never spoken to him like that before.

"Clarke I am just trying to keep you focused, look out for you the way a father should". Clarke backed away toward the direction of the field, her feet guiding her backwards and putting distance between them. "I know, but I don't need you to. I'm fine by myself. Bellamy would never hurt me, and I trust him". Her father stood watching as the space between them grew. "I wont always be there to look after you, I'm just trying to be there now". He sounded sincere, her father and her barely argued. This time was different though, she could feel herself being disobedient. Following her actions and denying his request as she turned away headed back in Bellamy's direction. "Well now I don't need you to be here, be there for me later. For now, I can take care of me on my own". She mumbled to herself. That moment she could hear a loud smash, glass and metal colliding with something. She spun around to see her dad laying there on the ground. The car halfway over his body and pinning him underneath. She ran over to her father, watching him as her turned his head to find out what had happened. "DAD, DAD"! She yelled trying to keep his attention, to keep him awake. He turned to her raising up his bloodied hand and gliding it on her cheek. "I only ever wanted to look out for you, protect you, and keep you safe. My little girl". His hand fell from her face and his head turned to the side; eyes open but lifeless. Clarke felt the shard pain in her chest, the emotions bubbling up and the pain burning inside her.

Clarke woke up breathing heavy, shaking, and covered in sweat. She could feel her throat catch as she swallowed making it feel like there was a lump there. There were many times that she thought and dreamt about the accident, but it had never been like this. She couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. She reached for her phone. Clicking it on so the screen lit up enough for her to find Bellamy's name. She wanted to click on it, call him. She wanted to share her dream with him and hear his voice on the other end. Just to let her know she was ok. Instead she closed out the screen, looking at the clock. 1:30am, he was asleep. If she called him now, even hearing his voice it wouldn't change the fact that he would still be so far away. She placed her phone down pulling up the blankets and looking at her ceiling. There was no way she was going back to sleep, and even if it meant she would be tired tomorrow it meant that she wouldn't have to experience the chance that she would have the same thoughts, the same hurt that the dream she had brought on. She watched as the clock ticked on, and night turned into morning. Moving out of bed to get ready for class.

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