Two weeks later, ringing the bell of the now familiar large house and wearing her normal clothes again, Raven waited for any of the Griffin women to open the door. She needed to speak with both of them anyway, both mother and daughter. Though because of different reasons, she had to apologize to both of them. To Clarke, for having pushed her away because of a boy— even if it had been what she needed to feel okay again. To Abby, for not having had the guts to even try kiss her again. Whoever opened the door, the girl would need strength to speak. A few footsteps were heard and Abigail opened the door.
"Raven…" she spoke, a blush appearing on her face as the dreams she had been having since Halloween flooded her mind. Raven kissing her, Raven touching her, Raven, Raven, Raven. Everything had been about the girl since their first kiss, but now she could only think of her. "Hi. Are you looking for Clarke or…?"
"I'm not sure of what to answer." the girl said with a short, nervous laugh, shrugging. "But if Clarke is home I think I should talk to her."
Abby smiled and stepped aside from the door, letting the girl in. "Clarke is in the living room, but—" she took the girl's hand and stopped her from going any further, wanting her to know before she saw the two teenagers sitting in the couch. "Finn is here. He and Clarke are talking, she's breaking up with him."
She was proud of how far she and her daughter had come, having started to fix their relationship slowly. First by spending the day together, catching up. During the next days, the woman had told Clarke about the real motive of going to the psychologist, about the anxiety problems she had, about the nightmares and the fact that she felt guilty. The girl had opened her heart to her and spoken about how she had blamed her, how she had wanted to hate her until she had really hated her mother. They had apologized, they had spoken about starting back from zero, then had realized that it would be impossible— they would try anyway. Then Clarke had asked for advice, needing her mother to give her a hint of what to do with the situation she had in her hands.
That's how Clarke had ended up calling Finn, asking him to come to her house as soon as he could. They had been talking for an hour now, the boy not understanding what the girl meant with not wanting to risk her friendship with Raven for him. "You two have not even been friends, you can't break up with me because of her!" he said, his hand on Clarke's arm. "Are you gay now or something?"
"What?!" Clarke rolled her eyes and sighed, then shook her head. "Finn, it's not about being gay or not liking you or any of the crap you've said." the girl sounded annoyed, and the way the conversation was going Raven was sure that there was quite a good reason. He did not notice her on the door at first, still ranting about how the blonde could not dump him, but he stopped dead once his eyes found her.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he spoke, making Clarke turn. She seriously did not expect the other to be there, wondering what the girl that had not wanted to speak for months was now doing in her living room. Finn waited for them to start speaking, but none of them did for several seconds, waiting for each other to speak. Raven smiled, making a gesture with her hand to tell the other they'd talk later. "The fuck are you doing here, Raven?!"
"Shut up, Finn."
"You fucking dumped me, bitch." he yelled, standing up and walking towards her, taking her wrist and gripping it roughly. "Don't tell me to shut up."
"Hey!" Abby appeared behind Raven, astonished for a second until she noticed his grip. Walking towards him, she pushed him away from the girl, though he did not stop. "Let her go, Finn Alexander Collins, or I will call your parents and explain how you have been sneaking out of your house many nights to come here. And don't you dare to call Raven a bitch, not in my house."
He sighed and pulled back, only a step but enough to let Raven's arm go. "Raven, please. I know that I've been a douche for doing what I did, but you know... I was kinda drunk, we were at a party and I made a mistake…"
"And now you're calling my daughter a mistake?!"
"Please Raven, I'm sorry…"
"Leave this house, Finn." Raven said. "And don't speak to me again."
"But—"
"Leave." Abby sighed. "I don't know who you are anymore, Finn Collins, but you surely are not the boy that I've seen grow up for years. So leave my house. And as the principal, I don't want you near Raven in school, not until she wants to talk to you. About Clarke, she's an adult and can keep talking to you if she wants, but you better solve this out of the house."
He stood there for a few seconds, unable to say anything more. It was as if everyone around him knew him more than himself did, and the fact that it was Abigail Griffin the one saying those words made him speechless. "Whatever." he muttered, not daring to look at the woman's eyes. With that, he started to walk away, crossing the living room and then moving to the entrance door.
The three women had very different visions of the boy, and that was something that all of them they realized, just in that moment. Raven had known the boy for just months, and their relationship had not been good. Sure, they had been friends at first— just for one week. Then they had been dating— again for just one week. And then, they hadn't spoken to each other again, Raven being too mad to do so. The vision she had of him, was of the white boy that had decided to hurt her feelings in one of the worst ways, as if she was just a toy.
Clarke had grown up with him, always seeing him as a best friend. They had played soccer together years ago, in the primary school's team. Of course, in high school they had gone to different teams, and during the second year Clarke had left the team to focus on studying. Sure, that had meant they had less time to spend together, and that they would only meet during the study group meetings. But that had worked fine for them, until they had slept together.
The older of the three women had seen the boy grow up, had taken care of him when his parents wanted to go out, had been like an aunt to him. She had made sure this was a safe space for him, even if her daughter had not wanted her to do so in the past— after the accident the girl had changed her behavior towards her, and they had started spending time away from Abby. But now, not only he had played with Clarke's feelings, but also with Raven's. And the woman could not forgive him that now, now when Finn had hurt two of the persons that she lov—
The sound of the door closing behind them broke the sudden silence, Clarke letting out a sigh.
"I should go talk to him…"
"Okay sweetheart, but please be careful." Abby turned to her and gave her a soft hug, then pulled back and looked into her eyes. Sure, she wanted to hug her daughter for longer than just a second, but she knew that it would take a long time to get to that point. At the moment, this was what felt right— it was better than she could have imagined back when her Clarke didn't talk to her.
"Are you sure you're alright darling?" The girl nodded, a smile on her face as she picked up her phone and then rushed out of the house. The woman stared at her for a few seconds, then turned to look at the other teenager. "Well…" Abby started awkwardly, unsure of what to say or do. She was alone, with Raven. "Do you want a coke or some lemonade?"