Clarke was practically running to Octavia's car to retrieve her purse. Bellamy Blake had kissed her, again. His words replayed inside her mind over and over, "Stay with me."
As she reached down into the car to grab her purse she heard footsteps approaching behind her, thinking Bellamy had followed her, she turned with a smile on her face. Which quickly vanished as she took in the person before her.
"Clarke." He said, a smile on his face.
"What're you doing here, Finn?"
"Wow, straight to the point as always. It's been awhile and I was in town, I figured I'd come see you while I was here."
"What are you doing in Chicago?"
Finn smiled, almost shyly as he took a step forward. "I miss you, Clarke."
Clarke dropped her purse on the ground before jumping out of arms reach of him and beginning to run away. Bellamy, her mind screamed. She'd only gotten a couple of yards when a pair of arms wrapped around her pulling her back.
"Shh, Clarke. I just want to talk to you, spend a little time together come on let's go to my car, have a chat and then you're free to go."
Clarke began shaking her head frantically, thrashing in his arms as she fought to free herself of his grip. Something hit her head, hard, and then a hand was over her mouth. Panic began settling in as she felt consciousness slipping away from, and then she surrounded by darkness.
As she emerged from the seemingly never ending darkness she was met with a pair of dark brown eyes staring at her curiously.
"Well hi sleepy head. Thought you were never going to wake up."
Clarke fought tears as the memories of earlier began flooding her mind. The sick glint in his eye as he looked her up and down. Attempting to move her hands she finds that they are bound together behind her. Struggling to free her hands of them, she let out a hiss as it bit into her skin.
A loud vibrating sound caused her to jerk her head up, her eyes searching for the noise. Finn wore a small smile as he pulled a phone out of his pocket, and upon seeing the see through case with a small picture of Bellamy and her on the inside facing outwards she felt her heart jump. Of course he has my phone.
"Bellamy Blake has been incessantly calling your phone, and I don't see him as the type to give up. So, the next time he calls, you're going to pick up and tell him you were feeling under the weather and went home alone."
"Don't see him as the type to give up? You don't even know him, how dare you talk about him like you do."
Finn let out a loud laugh, before he gave her a patronizing look.
"You don't think you were the only one I had being followed, do you?"
Before Clarke had the chance to process the idea of being followed, the phone sounded again. Finn slowly moved closer towards her, pressing the phone to her ear.
"Clarke" Bellamy's voice was filled with panic and she ached to ease it.
"Hey. Sorry I didn't come in and say goodbye, I wasn't really feeling well and decided to go home. Shalom, Bell."
The memory of Bellamy and her sitting in a coffee shopping talking about absolutely ridiculous things. What they would do if the world ended? What celebrity would they marry tomorrow if asked? She imagined Bell and she had talked about everything under the sun. Including a word for each other to let them know they're in trouble. Shalom. Please, remember Bell.
"You're at home?" The urgency in his voice gave Clarke hope that he'd caught on.
Looking around to her surprise, she was in fact in her apartment. Stall Clarke, Bellamy knows. He knows and he's coming for you.
"Yes, don't worry I'm fine." She gulped as she heard the slight tremor in her voice.
Before Bellamy could say anymore, Finn hit the end call button.
"Best turn this off now, so we don't get any more interruptions, I want your full and undivided attention. So, Clarke. I talked to your mother, and we had an amazing conversation about you. Abby just couldn't believe how well you are doing in med school."
Clarke felt herself tense. "Did you tell her?"
"Tell her that what? You in fact dropped out of med school your freshmen year here and instead decided to major in fine arts?" he said mockingly.
Her silence made him let out a loud sigh.
"No, I didn't Clarke what kind of person do you think I am."
"A kidnapper for one." She practically spat in reply.
"Ah, but did I? I brought you to your apartment. Surely if I'd been kidnapping you, we'd be far away from here. I'd have the intent on keeping you, and I don't. At least not for long. See here's what I wanted to talk to you about Clarke."
Abruptly he stood up, pulling a small box from his pocket. Opening to box to reveal nothing inside.
"I want to make a promise to you, which is that I will do better than before. I will make better choices, and love you like you have never been loved before. I will never lie or cheat or any of the bullshit I pulled before. I promise one day this empty box will hold a ring, a big beautiful one that you deserve." He sucked in a breath, and the glint of hope in his eyes made Clarke feel sick.
"I will never, ever love you Finn. I hate you for what you did, for what you're doing. Do you think you'll get away with this? You hit me and you dragged me off, and you forced me to tell my friends I was okay. Well jokes on you. They know, and they're coming. They're coming right now and you're not going to get away with this." She gasped as the words left her mouth.
As she watched for his reaction she felt her heart racing, as he stared at her with dark eyes, so dark they were practically black. In the blink of an eye Finn had drawn his hand back and swung forward full force, his hand sending a sharp pain through the entire right side of her face. Clarke wanted to cry, but all she could do was sit shocked. Finn slowly bent down so his face was a mere centimeters from her face.
"When you call the cops, they're not going to believe you. There is no trace of me ever leaving my university, I have so many alibi's they will think you're crazy. No one can keep you away from me, Clarke. I will always be around, I will always have eyes on you. You will learn to love me."
Without another word he turned walking out her front door, shutting it quietly behind him.
Finally, the tears came and they didn't seem to stop. Clarke imagined herself drowning in them. The pain on the back of her head becoming unbearable, her cheek stinging every time a tear dropped. Sobs wracked her whole body, and she was vaguely aware of 3 figures running into the apartment. Her eyes could barely focus on who ran forward.
Bellamy, she knew it was him from the feel of his arms, the arms that had comforted her and held her so many times. The arms she'd ached for, for so long.
"I'm here, Clarke." Bellamy whispered into her ear, a million times.
Finally she heard her own voice break through the silence. "Stay with me."
She felt his breath on her neck, and a small nod from his head. "I will, but can I bring you to the bathroom and check you out? There's dried blood and I have to make sure it's not serious."
Slowly she nodded, allowing him to put his arms underneath her, picking her up completely, carrying her into the bathroom and gently setting her down on the counter. They stayed silent as Bellamy set a wet cloth against the spot Finn had hit her the first time. Bellamy bent his face a few inches from hers, she felt herself flinch uncontrollably.
"S-sorry, it's not you Bell-"her words cut off as he set his fingers under her chin, pushing her head up until their eyes met.
"Hey, don't apologize. You've been through a lot tonight, but I would never hurt you."
"I know." She replied quickly, and received a small smile in return.
"I hate to say it, but whatever he hit you with broke through and the bleeding while is slow, isn't stopping. I think you need stiches." He said lowly.
She nodded taking his hand in hers, she got off the counter and walked out into the living room where Octavia paced anxiously and Lincoln sat with his head in his hands. Upon seeing her Octavia rushed forward, throwing her arms around Clarke.
"Ease up, O." Bellamy said quietly.
Octavia let go and pulled away, holding Clarke at arm's length looking her up and down.
"I'm so glad you're okay, Clarke. That little psycho is going to pay."
Clarke managed a small smile, too mentally tried to think of a response. Again, Bellamy talked for her, and she was immensely grateful for him.
"Listen, she's going to have to go to the hospital, can you drive us Lincoln?"
Lincoln simply nodded, and with that Bellamy slowly helped Clarke walk to the door, leading her to the car and pulling her tightly against him once they were inside.
Sorry to (if there is any) Finn fans. I didn't ever really like his character, and I wanted someone who'd been on the show to be the villain rather than an OC.