She didn't sleep well that night. Actually, she almost didn't sleep at all. She kept thinking about the stranger she met outside the bar a few hours earlier. Clarke knew she wouldn't be able to stop herself from thinking about the brunette, so she tried to focus on those eyes and her hair but her mind kept wandering back to those bruises. Her first impression was that the woman had gotten herself into a fight but the longer Clarke thought about it, the more she was sure that it couldn't have been a fight. Some bruises looked fresher than others.

"Calm down Griff, she's just a stranger. You'll never see her again and it's none of your business. Okay? Stop trying to figure out what happened to that woman. None. Of your. Business. You can't keep thinking about her!", she cursed herself for not stopping herself. She cursed herself for trying to figure out the woman's story. And maybe, she also cursed herself for not asking for the brunette's name.

Octavia (9:12am): Clarkee I need ur help! I know it's kinda your day off and u just wanna sleep but u gotta buy me breakfast! I'm broke af so pls? anywhere u want! xoxo

Clarke had been staring at her ceiling for hours when she noticed the message pop up on the screen. She wouldn't get any sleep at all anyway, no matter if she stayed in bed or not. She got up, took a quick shower and turned up at Octavia's apartment thirty minutes later.

"I thought you were still asleep, you didn't answer my text! What are you doing here?"

Clarke held up a bag, "bought you breakfast. Got you a coffee too, wasn't sure about that either."

"Oh. My. God. Clarke you're my savior. I'd marry you if I wasn't so straight and you not such a jerk."

"Thanks, I guess."

"So, any plans for the day I already ruined?", Octavia asked while she threw a crumbled piece of paper into Clarke's face. "No? Good. Read that! We're going!"

"What's tha– oh. A concert? You know I'm not into live stuff. I'm sure Bell and Echo would love to go with you, though." Clarke mumbled.

"I mean it's not that I–"

"Clarke?"

"What?"

"Shut the fuck up. We're going."

"No we're not. I actually promised my mom to stop by for dinner and I'm really considering not breaking that promise right now."

"You actually promised that and I actually remember. Well, go see your mom. Really. But Clarke?"

"What."

"Next time. Next time you're coming!"

Clarke hadn't seen her mother in several months and she actually felt bad about it. She was still her mom, she still cared about her daughter. Even if they grew to disagree on most topics, she still cared.

"Clarke, honey, I'm so glad you could make it." Abby said and leaned forward to hug her daughter, who slightly but firmly backed away. Abby was disappointed but didn't let it show, it was nothing unusual.

"Come in, Finn is already here, too. He's in the kitchen with dad." Clarke frowned at her mother's choice of words, but she had long given up to argue. The dinner went well, quite peaceful. They didn't speak much but the silence was not as uncomfortable as it could be sometimes. Later into the evening found Clarke sitting on the steps of the patio, with her glass of wine and a cigarette. She heard steps but didn't bother turn around, and then felt a wool blanket over her shoulders.

"I'm sorry about mom. I know you hate it when she calls him your dad." Finn mumbled and sat down next to Clarke. She hadn't seen her stepbrother since Christmas last year and she was still surprised that he still seemed to keep growing.

"Is that a beer in your hand there, kiddo?" Clarke smiled at Finn. "God, when did you actually grow up? 17 now, wow. I'm surprised Marc actually let's you drink already."

"He's not that bad, you know... Just because you don't get along with him, doesn't mean I don't get along with him either. He's my dad, he's cool. In his own way, I guess. He makes mom happy, you know that."

"Yeah. I think that's the only reason why I kind of accept him." Clarke said calmly.

"I know, C. Heyyy, would you mind stopping by the hospital on Monday? I'll kind of be on my own and I'd feel so much more comfortable if I knew you were around."

Clarke laughed. "Mom asked you to ask me, didn't she?"

Clarke actually graduated from medical school and used to work in her mother's hospital for a few months before she quit, moved to the big city and started her own life. Abby seemed to understand but both of them knew that she would never really forgive Clarke for "throwing her life away like that".

"Hey kiddo, I don't wanna talk about that now. I promise I'll think about it. Maybe. But only for you. Not for her. Now tell me about you. What've you been up to? What's new with the girls?" she lovingly nudged his shoulder and smiled. She loved Finn. They weren't as close as siblings could be, definitely not as close as Octavia and Bellamy, but Clarke and Finn trusted each other, and they never used bad words, which was so much more than they could've asked for, especially being a part of this family.

"How did dinner go yesterday? Lemme guess, you guys didn't really talk at all and before Marc could pour out some homophobic bullshit and your mom could again start discussing the failure you call your life, you and Finn escaped to the patio?

"Shit, you really do know my family. Yeah about Finn... he kinda asked me if he could move in here since I technically have a spare room."

"Clarke, that's..."

"I know. I need you here to help me move all the stuff out. Preferably any time soon since he's turning 18 next week." Clarke tried to stay calm. She was sure that Octavia had heard her voice shake here and there, but she was doing her best to not worry her friend.

"Clarke, Bell and Echo could help, you don't have to–"

"No, I want to. Maybe it has some healing effect or something. Bring Bellamy though. Just in case."

"Of course, we'll be there. Tomorrow, 10am?"

"Perfect. Thanks, O."

She knew it was a mistake. She knew she shouldn't be the one moving Raven's stuff out of this room, she shouldn't be there. But a part of her hoped being involved in the packing part would somehow help her let go. She had to try.