I kiss her passionately. We both pull away and we don't say anything, but we do have smiles on our faces. We watcha movie in the theater room. She falls asleep curled up beside me. I carry her to her bed and I curl up beside her.
I awaken to the sound of crying from in the bathroom. I go and investigate. I find Clarke with all her clothes on, the shower on, and a blade to her wrist. Blooding is washing down the drain. I run up to her grab the blade and throw it down the drain I then pick CLARKE up and set her on the floor. I start to wipe the blood from her wrist and clean the cuts. I dry her hair and change her into new clothes. I then carry her downstairs to the couch.
I ask her ," what where you doing?" Almost crying myself. I grab her wrist and hold it up to were she can see. I half yell," WHY WERE YOU DOING THIS TO YOURSELF." I then really do burst into tears. Clarke who is still crying stutters the words," my dad is dead." I then examine , through my blurred vision, her cuts. They say "I love you dad." I say confused," when? When did this happen?" She sobs ," my mom called me this morning. She told me not to come, because I was to emotional and was gonna wreck. She said she couldn't lose me too."
I grab her, t.hrowing her into my arms," barely making out the words," this is not the answer. I will take you. After you eat something and we fix those scars of yours." She shakes her head ok.
I bandaged her cuts, but I am not letting her leave my sight. I watched her get dressed, eat, and even sob.
As we were walking out the door I turn to her and say ," everything will be ok." And I kiss her forehead.
We head out the door at about 6:00. We will get to Florida( where her mom is ) at about 10 in the morning. Because we are gonna have to sleep on the road. We drive till about 12 and then we sleep in the car. CLARKE is laying on top of me and snuggled into me. I lean back the seat. She falls asleep in my arms. I wipe away the tears from her face and put her hair back. Then I lay there, and fall asleep.
I awaken and CLARKE is still asleep in my arms. I don't want to wake her so I drive with her laying on top of me. When we get to the condo that her mom is staying at. I gently kiss her on the lips and move her hair off to the side, waking her up. I was hoping to see her beautiful smile, but yet she just opened her eyes and got up. She texted her mom that she was here. We head up to the room where her mom is staying. We are right outside the door of the room. Before we head in I hug her tightly. I don't want to let her go. I do, I know she needs to see her mom. She opens the door and I stand in the doorway. Her mom is walking back and forth and when she sees her she starts to cry more and runs to her, as does Clarke. They cry into each other's shoulders. Then Clarke's mom looks up and wipes the tears away from her face. She asks, "who is this?" Clarke looks up and says nervously ," um, this is my friend Lexa." Her words hurt me, her words really hurt me. I say hurt," I am gonna go wait in the car." I walk out not even saying goodbye. I know that might be a little harsh at the moment, but she called me a friend. I thought I was something more to her. I guess not.
It's about 30 minutes later and Clarke walks out and gets in the car," What the hell was that back there?" She says sounding hurt. I reply sounding a little bit too snarky," why does it matter, I am just a friend." She starts to open her mouth , but then closes it, realizing what I meant. She speaks with a quiver in her voice," I am sorry lexa, you are more than just a friend to me." I yell slightly," THEN WHY DID YOU CALL ME THAT." Tears start to run down my face. She says," I wasn't thinking Lexa, I'm sorry." A pleading tone in her voice. I don't reply . She lays her arm on me crying while saying," please Lexa, please!" I forgive her secretly, I don't like seeing her cry. I wipe away her tears and pull her head into my lap. I lean down and kiss her, I say," I forgive you my princess, my love, my beautiful girl."
