Clarke's POV
I woke up with nothing but cold sheets and an empty bed next to me. I had rolled myself over further into Bellamy's arms only to find he wasn't there. I yawned and stretched my arms over my head, shifting myself down the bed. Pulling myself up, I walked over to Bellamy's desk chair where he had left his shirt, and slipped it over my head.
Sighing to myself, I pulled the door open and prodded over to Octavia's room and opened the door slightly enough to peek through. She wasn't in her bed. She hadn't come home last night. I frowned at the empty room and pulled the door closed when I heard the racket of pots and pans downstairs.
"Bellamy?" I called. No answer.
The noise grew louder, the sounds of dishes being flown across the room. My heart began racing faster with every step I took towards the stairs, my hand trembling as I steadied myself on the banister. I tiptoed down the stairs, careful not to make any sound that might distract what was happening just meters away.It has to be a raccoon I thought to myself. What else could it be?
I made it to the first landing when my stomach lurched into a tight knot. I heard Bellamy yelp from the kitchen and right then I knew it wasn't a raccoon. He could handle himself with an animal like that. But what had made him yell?
"Where is she?" A voice demanded. I took me a few wary steps toward the kitchen to stop dead and realize he was talking about me. But who knew I was here?
"Let go!" Bellamy managed to get out before a heard a loud punch. I couldn't do this anymore. I couldn't just stand by and wait until this had blown over. Bellamy could get hurt, or worse. I had to march in like I owned the place, and demand what he wanted. I drew my shoulders back and continued through the archway of the kitchen only to find Bellamy with a bloody nose, backed up over the sink, his hands balled into tight fists.
They both turned when they heard my footsteps come in. The man who was against Bellamy curled his lips up into a cruel grin, while Bellamy instantly had his eyes drill into me with fear.
"Wh-What is this?" I managed to stammer, but caught myself at the last moment. "Let him go!"
This didn't seem to faze the man, in fact it only made him smile grow deeper, "Or what?"
"Or.. Or I'll call the cops!" I made a lunge for the phone on the bench, but he was faster. He let go of Bellamy and crossed the room in two easy steps, blocking me from reaching the landline, since I had left my cell in Bellamy's room. Bellamy took this chance of momentary freedom to hook the man in his side, causing him to double over in pain.
"You'll pay for that" he said, turning to face Bellamy, who brought his fist up and pummelled it into the side of his head, sending him to the ground. He must had noticed the look of pure terror in my face, how things had gotten so violent so quickly.
"Why did you knock him out? He was only a burglar!" I gestured to the limp body on the floor.
Bellamy shoved his side with his shoe. "He wasn't just a burglar. Didn't you hear what he said? He wanted you."
"What? Why would he want me? How does he know me?"
A muscle in his jaw twitched but he kept silent. He knew something and wasn't telling me. Rolling my eyes at him, I turned around to the front door, only to be pulled back by his strong grip on me.
"Wait." There was a pained look in his eyes, a side of him that showed his vulnerability. A side I had never seen before.
I eyed him carefully trying to work out what he was thinking. "What?" I cocked an eyebrow"I never want to hurt you. I didn't want to bring you into this."
