Bruised & Broken (Bellarke Edition)

Chapter 17

Bellamy woke up reaching his arm out to pull Clarke closer to him. His eyes shot open, scanning the room, she was gone. He sat up rubbing his eyes and grabbed a pair of sweatpants. He could hear the shower running and looked to the clock. '3:23am' Octavia wouldn't be up for awhile so he assumed it was Clarke. He went downstairs and started the coffee, watched the news and checked his watch. '4:05am' By now he knew she would be out of hot water. He went upstairs to check on her, he reached the top step still hearing the shower, He knocked lightly on the door as he opened it gently. He couldn't see her through the curtain, he pulled the curtain back to double check and there she sat. Head resting on the knees she had pulled up to her chest, he could see her slightly shaking, he called her name quietly and her head shot up, her lips a slight blue tint with a shiver. He felt the water.

"Jesus Clarke, that's been cold for awhile, C'mon lets go" he said grabbing a towel off the rack over the toilet. He turned fully expecting her to be standing waiting for the towel, she hadn't moved from her spot in the tub. Without the water running down her he could see her eyes were bloodshot and the tears were still falling.

"Clarke, please get up sweetie, you are freezing, I need you to cooperate, or I am going to carry you." She looked up at him, he searched her eyes, there wasn't much emotion there,she looked lost, she was falling into the inevitable aftermath of the past month. She stood slowly reaching for the towel. Bellamy offered her a hand to help her step down. She took it giving him a weak smile. He couldn't help but notice the blue tint to her features and how cold she was. Her teeth chattered as she walked into his open arms.

"How long were you in there for?" Bellamy asked

"I got up around 2:30 so sometime close to that" he thought she looked fragile till he heard her speak. It broke his heart, she sounded weak, like talking was something that took an effort.

"Alright, well how about we get you some clothes and we can go downstairs for some coffee" his voice was one of pure concern and love, she just nodded against him. He led her to her room and found her some warm pajama pants and one of his sweatshirts. She smiled as he handed it to her.

"What?" he asked, smirking.

"Is it weird that your sweatshirt is always my choice as an accessory to every outfit because it smells like you?" she asked slipping it on.

"No, I'm glad it comforts you" he replied waiting for her to finish getting dressed. She slipped her hand in his and they headed downstairs. They walked into the kitchen, Clarke sat at the table as Bellamy poured there coffee. He put her cup in front of her, placing a kiss on the top of her head before sitting across from her. He watched her stare in her cup for awhile, both sitting in silence.

"Clarke, do you want to talk about it?"

She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his, he could see the pain in hers and she could read the concern in his. She needed to talk, she needed to move past it. She let out a deep sigh.

"I had a few nightmares last night, I constantly feel his hands on me, I can't get rid of the feeling, I scrubbed and scrubbed and let gallons of water wash over me and I still feel dirty."Bellamy watched her intently reaching his hand across the table and placing it over her own.

"I feel responsible for it, it is my fault, then to make it worse I put you, Octavia, and Raven in danger" Tears slowly ran down her face.

"I wouldn't know what to do without you guys in my life and the moment I heard Octavia knock on the door, I pleaded with her to leave, She said if she did it would be to get you, I heard them unlock the door and my heart sunk. She's like my sister and I brought her into that, what would've happened if she didn't get out Bell" Clarke hung her head again.

"But I did get out, because you fought back" Octavia's voice was quiet from the doorway, tears falling from her eyes also, Clarke stood as Octavia walked to her. Bellamy smiled watching them standing there embracing each other.

"God O, I'm so sorry, It shouldn't have happened in the first place"

"You can't change what happened Clarke" Octavia said letting go of her and moving to the coffee pot, as Clarke sat back down.

"I know" she replied sounding defeated.

"Don't feel like you have to overcome this alone, Octavia and I are here for you, we all experienced the same thing from different perspectives, we need each other to get past this" Bellamy said taking her hand again. She met his eyes nodding in agreement.

Bellamy was about to say something when they heard a knock at the door. They all looked at the clock, 5 am.

"Someones up early" Bellamy said headed to the door.

Wick and Raven standing there with doughnuts. Bellamy smirked opening the door wider for them to enter, he turned to close it and there stood Lincoln.

"The gangs all here, get in here, that air isn't too warm yet" Bellamy said shielding himself with the door. Lincoln laughed heading towards the kitchen as Bellamy closed the door.

"Bellamy we need to do a statement and have you sign off on it, Brian didn't make it through the night, I can assure you there won't be any charges" Wick said. Bellamy stood slightly paler then before holding the counter in front of him, he killed someone for Clarke and he wasn't sure if he was going to throw up or thank God for helping him keep her safe. Then he felt a hand on his arm, he looked up to see Clarke standing there.

"We get through this together Bellamy" her voice was low, like she was telling him a secret. He nodded his eyes locked on hers. She stood on her toes and placed a gently kiss on his lips. He moved to the table pulling her down on his lap as Raven and Wick took two of the seats, Octavia and Lincoln moving to the couch. Bellamy wrote out a statement and signed it, answering all of Wick's questions. Lincoln stepped into the kitchen.

"So fellas, maybe we could go play some basket ball, release some of the tension, let the ladies have time to talk" Lincoln suggested.

"Yeah, I can drop this off at the station on the way" Wick smiled looking to Bellamy. Clarke could feel his grip on her tighten, she turned to face him.

"Go, Get your mind off all this, I'll be fine with Raven and O" she smiled kissing the tip of his nose, she shook his hair out of his eyes and kissed her on the lips, so light she barely felt it, he went to pull away and she pressed hers lips to his hard, her love evident in her kiss. He opened his eyes and she leaned her head into his neck.

"I'm not going to break Bellamy, not from your touch, you showing me you love me is how I heal" she whispered to him.

"I love you Clarke, You have no idea" He whispered to her with his arms wrapped around her.

"I love you more" she smiled pulling out of his grasp and yanking Raven to the living room with her. He just shook his head watching her leave. Both guys looking at him.

"What?" he asked raising his eyebrows.

"Don't let this get you down, Any of us would have done the same thing for the women in the other room" Wick said. Lincoln nodding behind him.

"Thanks guys, I'm going to go get dressed and we can go grab a court quick before they fill up" he said heading for the stairs.

He paused to glance at Clarke, she was sitting between Raven and Octavia on the couch, they were looking for a movie. Everything felt so right, All of them together. They were a family, a dysfunctional one, but one nonetheless.

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