The angel and the devil {book: 1}

8. Promise

Clarke
He held me tight and told me everything was going to be okay but I wasn't so sure of that. Everyone was looking for me and soon enough i would be found.

"No... no, nothing is ok" i cried into him and he just perked his head up

"What do you mean?" His expression softened and his brows furrowed.

"They will find me one way or another, they always do. Im not safe and you can't deny it" i pushed back and stared him in the eyes. I could see he was hurt but i needed to be realistic.

"I'll do everything i can to protect you, I promise" he pledged, stroking my cheek. I let a tear fall and trickle down my cheek;

"Don't promise something you can't guarantee" i said as i got up and walked to his bedroom. I needed time to think about what is going on between us. I cant let us become anything more than friends, its too dangerous and so I'm going to stop acting like I'm in some teenage romance movie and pull myself together... which is going to be hard.

- time jump to the next morning -

I sat up in bed and rubbed my groggy eyes, peeling the warm blanket back and exposing myself to the breeze.

I plopped down on the floor and dragged my feet into the kitchen where Bellamy was just waking up. His hair was disheveled and when he sat up I realized he wasn't wearing a shirt. His toned chest looked smooth and it was dotted In freckles. I couldn't peel my eyes away and i felt my cheeks start to burn. Yep, this is definitely going to be hard.

"M-morning" i said, making my way over to the fridge as a distraction.

"Morning princess." I could sense a smirk plastered on his face and then i heard the ruffling of fabric. Damn, his put his shirt on.

As i was looking through cabinets and drawers for something to cook, i felt a strong pair of arms slither around my waist. I jumped at his touch and he laughed.

"Theres nothing here to eat... unless..." he purred in my ear. I wanted so badly to fall into his embrace and let him take me away but i knew it was wrong. I couldn't let myself fall any further down the rabbit hole.

"Well you better get going then." I nervously laughed as i wiggled my way out of his arms. I smiled at him and rushed into the bathroom. I could feel his disappointment radiating off of him.

When i closed the door i walked to the mirror and just stared at myself. There are so many other girls, ones way more prettier than me that would be drooling at his feet but he chooses me... the only one who could get him killed.

I sigh and get ready for the day, brushing my hair and throwing on my only pair of clothes. I step back into the main living area and see he is gone. A wave of desperation washes over me as i recall what im doing in order to keep him safe. Ive barely known him for a week but i want him to be happy and i cant give him happiness. Everywhere i go i bring my past with me.

I sit down on the couch and take out my sketchbook along with some charcoal. That was about the only thing i brought with me from home after my mum had a spasm and threw me out. I never got to know why she couldn't take care of me anymore and i planned on asking her tonight when Bellamys asleep.

Bellamy
After i left for work this morning I couldn't shake off the feeling that Clarke was hiding something from me. I mean yeah sure, there are plenty of things i don't know about her but this just felt...different.

You know that feeling you get when your walking down a dingy ally and you pass someone who just gives off that 'get the fuck outta here right now' feeling? Yeah, that one... that lurks at the bottom of your stomach.

I shake it off and who am i to judge her, anyway?We don't really know eachother so it seems fair that shes distant right... yeah, definitely.

- time jump 5 hours -

I swipe my keycard on the pad and push open the door. It feels oddly tense and rather cold than it normally does.

"Clarke? Im home." I announce my presence. I walk to my bedroom and knock on the door before entering.

"Y-yeah, come in." She yells from the other side and i can just manage to hear her, clear her throat.

I turn the handle and walk in, i see she is holding a book of some sort and a piece of charcoal, so I'm only guessing its a sketchbook.

"What you drawing?" I politely ask, taking off my guards vest and hanging it on a chair. She never takes her eyes of the page as they trace along the smudged black lines.

"Its nothing" she chocks out pretty fast. I dont know why she is acting like this all of a sudden, maybe its what i did this morning.

I sit down next to her and she quickly closes her sketchbook, tossing it into a bag under the bed. I feel a pang of hurt stab my body as she repositions herself a little further from me.

"Im sorry about what i pulled this morning" i said, looking at the floor.

"Oh no, its fine" i could hear pain in her voice but I'm not going to push this any further than its already gone.

"Ok then, how about i make us some dinner?" I try to change the subject. I stand up and make my way to the door when she calls out;

"Uhm, actually im not very hungry! I might miss this one out" i sigh and close the door behind me. Why is she doing this to me?

I decided to skip dinner as I wasn't feeling hungry anymore, in fact I wasn't feeling anything anymore. I laid down on the couch after flicking all the lights off, trying to get some rest. I think about all the things I could've done to hurt her but nothing comes to mind. Maybe its not me... but her.

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I have such a good plot line for this story, i just gotta figure out how to spread it over 25 or so chapters, lol. Also this is a major filler chapter!
- Tay :)