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Chapter 15

Clarke heard Bellamy's weak murmur, all of her senses finely tuned to everything Bellamy Blake. She was getting up when the shouts became loud and insistent, Lincoln's form appearing in her doorway.

"Coming, Bell", she called.

She made it in time to find him standing on shaky legs, eyes wide, and mouth open mid yell.

"Hey, calm down. You look like you're about to go down", she said making her way to his side.

Clarke helped him to sit down, her hands gentle and insistent. She watched as he lay down, one of his hands grasping hers. His eyes were glued to her face, and he was shaking from exertion.

"You're such an idiot sometimes", she hissed.

"Gee thanks, Princess", Bellamy said with a smirk.

"Why would you get up? How many times have I told you to stay put?"

Bellamy's eyes glazed over with fear, "I was sure Collins got to you."

"What do you mean", Clarke asked in confusion.

"Finn is part of the Sky crew. He's one of Cage's seconds, and we both know how he feels about me. Undoubtedly, he's decided that the best way to get to me is through you", Bellamy said, his grip tightening around her fingers.

"Who's Cage", Octavia asked from the doorway.

"No one, O", he answered tiredly.

Clarke's eyes rolled to the ceiling, knowing exactly what was coming.

"Quit lying to me, Bell. I'm tired of all the secret keeping", Octavia said angrily.

"O, maybe this could wait until morning", Clarke said, her eyes still glued to the ceiling.

"No, I'm done waiting. I know Bellamy", Octavia stated heatedly.

"You know what?"

"Don't play dumb, Bell. Clarke told me everything", O said with her hands on her hips.

Clarke winced. This was not going to be pretty.

"Oh did she now", Bellamy growled.

Clarke's gaze found his, his brown eyes glowing with ill suppressed anger.

"I couldn't keep lying to her, Bell. We should have told her a long time ago."

"This wasn't your secret to tell, Clarke", Bellamy spat.

"I know, I'm sorry", the blonde said, desperately trying to keep her voice steady.

She hated it when he was angry with her.

Clarke came home after a long day of class, dread tightening her chest. Octavia had gone on a trip her brother had specifically forbid her to, leaving the blonde to cover for her with Bellamy. She knew that he wasn't going to be happy, and she hated it when he was angry with her.

She walked through the front door, his smile the first thing she saw.

"Hey, Princess. Where's O", he asked, the smile falling from his face.

"Uh, she…"

"Don't lie to me, Clarke", came his harsh retort.

"She went on that trip that you told her not to", Clarke answered in a rush.

"She what?! You knew I didn't want her going! Why didn't you stop her", he yelled.

"I'm sorry, Bell, but you know that when O wants to do something there's no stopping her", Clarke reasoned.

"I can't believe you lied to me!"

"I didn't lie", the blonde said softly.

"Omitting the truth is a lie, Clarke", Bellamy growled.

Clarke winced at the use of her name. Bellamy only used it when he was angry, and she hated the sound of it. She could feel herself shrinking by the moment, his disappointment weighing heavily on her shoulders.

"I can't even look at you right now", he said, his voice filled with pain, "I trusted you, Clarke."

She watched as he left, her shoulders sagging. She trudged up to her room, not sure what to do. She didn't know if she should be home when he returned, maybe she should leave.

Clarke pulled her suitcase from beneath her bed. She frantically threw clothes into the bag, tears flowing down her cheeks. Guilt ate at her, and she was afraid she'd lost the only family she had left.

He would always love Octavia, but what about her. Could he grow to hate her? Would he forgive her? The fear that she'd lost him overwhelmed her, and soon noisy sobs tore from her throat.

She zipped her suitcase, dragging it to the front porch. Her tears blurred her vision, and her head hurt. She'd just made it to the sidewalk when she saw his truck pull into the drive, Octavia in the passenger seat.

Clarke swiped at the tears rolling down her cheeks, dragging her bag behind her as she began to walk away. No one came after her, and she knew this was it. She was completely alone.

The thought terrified her. She could feel her tears falling again in earnest. Her eyes stung, and her ears were ringing. Her steps faltered, and she found herself sprawled on the sidewalk.

Then the little bit of control she possessed flew out the window. She lay on the sidewalk, her sobs wracking her small form. Her hands covered her face, and each breath was choppy and ragged.

Clarke thought she was dreaming when she heard his voice.

"Princess, look at me", he said frantically, "Are you hurt?"

She shook her head, refusing to remove her hands.

"Clarke, look at me", Bellamy said sternly.

Clarke turned her tortured gaze up to his face, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Why did you run", he asked, his voice a mere whisper.

"You love O because she's your sister, but there's really no reason for you to love me. You can give or take your love at any time, and I don't think I could live if you grew to hate me."

"Princess, I could never hate you", Bellamy said gathering her into his arms.

"Are you sure", she asked.

"You and O share the spot for most important person in my life. Neither of you are first, and neither of you are second. You will always have a home with me, Princess", Bellamy assured her.

Clarke felt like a weight had lifted from her shoulders, and a relieved sigh escaped her lips.

"Let's go home", Bellamy said, helping her up and grabbing her suitcase.

"Bell", Clarke said gaining his attention, "Thanks for what you said."

"Any time, Princess, but don't ever do that again. You nearly gave me a heart attack", he said, his brown eyes riveted on her face.

"I won't, and Bell- thank you for giving me a home again."

Clarke hadn't realized she'd begun to cry until she felt a gentle hand upon her cheek. She leaned into his touch, sitting still as he wiped away her tears with the pad of his thumb.

"What is it, Princess", Bellamy asked, his voice soft.

Clarke couldn't take it; she leaned over, placed her head on his chest, and sobbed. The sound was heart wrenching, and her whole body shook with the force of her tears.

"See, look what you did", Octavia chastened.

"Hush, O. Why don't you and Lincoln go out to the living room, and I'll explain everything in the morning."

Clarke heard the door shut, but didn't move. Her ear lay over his heart, and the steady sound reassured her. She'd almost lost him, and it had terrified her. Then for him to be so angry with her, it was all too much.

She felt his fingers on her chin, strong and insistent, bringing her eyes to meet his own.

"Talk to me", he said simply.

"I thought I'd lost you", Clarke said, her voice shaking with emotion.

"You didn't, I'm right here."

"I can't bear it when you're angry with me", the blonde hiccupped.

"I'm not mad anymore, Princess. You did the right thing", Bellamy said, his hand moving up and down her side in a comforting gesture.

Then Clarke knew, she couldn't hold it back any longer. There would never be a right time, and the thought of him dying without knowing how she felt about him was unbearable.

"Bellamy, I…"

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