Chapter 5

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Bellamy Point of View

"I just want to congratulate the newlyweds. We haven't had such a young wedding on the Ark in so long. It's nice to see young couples taking leaps of faith." Nygel paused, cupping Clarke's cheek in her hand. "Your skin is beautiful, so soft and fair. Your husband is a lucky man." Nygel concluded, pulling her hand away from Clarke as she stared at me. I couldn't cause a scene.
"Well thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule, but if you don't mind, we were in the middle of an important conversation." Abby stated coldly. It was obvious she didn't like Nygel and for that I was thankful.
"Are you okay?" I whispered to Clarke, trying to be as subtle as I could.
"I'm fine, why?" She turned to look at me. Her eyes scanned mine, trying to find an answer to an unspoken question. I didn't answer, I just kept my eyes locked on hers.
"Clarke, are you okay?" Abby asked, interrupting our moment. I felt my cheeks heat up, embarrassment creeping in.
"Again, I'm fine. Why?" She shook her head, she knew that her mother and I saw something that she didn't.
"You looked uncomfortable when she held your face. I can't blame you, I felt awkward and it wasn't even me." I shrugged off, glancing at Abby.
"It was weird but she's really lovely, completely harmless." Clarke said, leaning back and yawning. "I'm going to go get ready for bed. I don't know why but I'm really tired." Clarke declared, kissing her mothers cheek goodbye.
"I'm right behind you. I'll just put our dishes away." I said. She was standing at the table, waiting for me out of what I assumed was courtesy. We had to at least keep up the pretence that we were in love.
"Okay, I'll um, I'll see you when you get h-home." She fumbled at the end, calling my living quarters home must have been weird. I watched her walk off before gathering our trays.
"Nygel isn't harmless. She's up to something, I just don't know what yet." Abby said urgently, reaching out to grasp my arm, stopping me from what I was doing to focus on her.
"I know all about Nygel." I replied and Abby gave a slight nod in reply. "Mrs Griffin, your daughter is safe with me, you should try to worry less." I comforted, feeling bad for her. She was visibly torturing herself over what Clarke was going through.
"You can't possibly imagine how impossible that is. You'll understand when you have a child of your own. They become your entire world and all you want for them is safety, happiness and health."
"I have an idea. It's how I feel towards my sister. When Octavia was born, my mother handed her to me and said 'your sister, your responsibility' before falling asleep, leaving me a crying newborn." I explained, trying to assure her I had some sort of understanding as to how she felt.
"That actually made a lot of things make sense. You're a lot of things, Mr Blake, but you have my respect." Abby said before walking away.

Three weeks passed, Clarke and I hadn't formed a friendship so much as an understanding. We didn't talk much, but we also didn't see much of each other. I was always at work and she was always training or studying. My schedule was all over the place, I only had dinner with her once a week, I wasn't able to keep an eye on Nygel or any of the other guards that posed as a threat. I hadn't been approached yet but that didn't mean that they wouldn't do something to Clarke to scare me into saying yes.
It was one of the busiest times in Factory when I was heading home. Today was one of the rare days where I would have the entire evening off, which meant I could have dinner with Clarke. I know we hadn't formed a friendship and even when we ate together we were mostly quiet but I had grown to enjoy the simple company of her. I enjoyed the extra heartbeat.
"What are you doing here?" I demanded, running the rest of the way to my door where Dax was just exiting.
"It was a room inspection, to make sure no one else was hiding under the floor, but I did enjoy my time in there." He winked at me sadistically, for someone who had light blue eyes he had a way of making me see black ones instead. There were too many people around for me to react, instead, I barged through the door, slamming it behind me.
"Did he do something to you?" I almost yelled, struggling to keep my temper in check. I spoke before realising Clarke wasn't in the room, she was in the bathroom. "Clarke!" I called, banging on the door. She wasn't opening or responding though. "Clarke?" I called again, more gentle this time. Still, there was no response. I could hear the strum of water beating against the ground and I hesitated before opening the door. "Clarke, I'm coming in." I announced, walking cautiously without knowing the exact reason why.
I scanned the small room and found her sitting on the bottom of the shower floor, her arms wrapped around her legs and her head resting on her knees. "Clarke, are you okay?" I asked, leaning down next to her. I could smell the soap, she'd already washed which is what indicated to me that something was wrong. Clarke wasn't one to use more water than she needed, she didn't like to waste. I turned the taps off and wrapped a towel around her shoulders, trying to cover her before pulling her up. I didn't want to make her uncomfortable or make things awkward between us by me seeing her naked. I pulled her to her feet, adjusting the towel the best I could without looking, I scooped her up in my arms and took her to a chair where I then proceeded to dry her hair with my towel before slipping one of my shirts over her head, at least this way she wasn't as exposed. "Clarke, tell me what happened." I said gently, kneeling down in front of her. I took one of her hands in both of mine and I was moments away from begging.
"Dax…he…" She whispered, trailing off. I brushed one of my hands through the back of her hair and she winced. I didn't even stop to consider the possibility of her being physically hurt.
"What did he do?" I asked, trying to stay gentle but the darkness was consuming me and the blood on my hand only worsened the situation. "I need to know…Did he rape you?" I hate myself for even saying the words.
"No." Clarke replied and I could have passed out from relief. "But if he comes back, he said he'll finish what he started." She cried. Her face turned sickly pale before she turned and ran to the bathroom. She heaved her stomach contents into the toilet and instead of being there next to her, I went over to her drawers, pulling out underwear and her pyjama shorts. I needed to get her to medical.