Find Me (Bellarke's fanfic)

12. Power

CLARKE

"Clarke", someone poked my arm.

I groaned and kept my eyes shut. My wrists ached for the chains and I was too tired.

"Clarke.. Clarke," the person kept saying. "For the love of the Gods Clarke wake up!"

For the love of the gods?

"Damian?" My voice sounded week, probably because I was sleeping.

I opened my eyes and found him looking at me. His brown/blue eyes locked on mine and his lips quirked up in a smile. I had forgotten how handsome he was.

I looked to the right and found Octavia lying on the floor, completely asleep, even snoring a little bit.

"Morning sleepyhead," he said playfully and in a low voice. I smiled at him and then my eyes went to my hands, which were all hurt by the chains. And then I remembered I was mad at him. I was mad at him for letting me being held in here.

"What are you doing here?" I asked completely angry. He noticed the change in my voice and frowned a little bit.

"I came to see how you were doing," he said.

How I was doing? Was he serious? I was chained up in a cave. How the hell did he think I was doing?

I laughed bitterly. "Oh, I'm doing awesome! I don't know which's my favorite part; being locked in a cave or having freaking chains around my wrists," I said a little too loud.

"Shhhh," Damian put his finger over his lips telling me to keep quiet and then gave me an apologetic look. "Listen Clarke about that I-"

"Don't," I didn't let him finish. "You let them put me here! You saw me screaming and you did absolutely nothing to help me. I thought I could trust you."

"You can, Clarke. That's why I came here, that's why I'm trying to-"

"Clarke?" I heard Octavia saying. We both turned around and saw here sitting up. Quickly, Damian gestured to her to keep quiet.

"Who's this?" She asked with a disgusted face.

"I'm Damian," he rolled his eyes. "I'm Clarke's friend."

I snorted. I did totally consider him my friend before all this happened. He was the only one in that stupid place that treated me like a normal person, I had started to enjoy his company.

"We're not friends," I reminded him.

He sighed and gave me a hurtful look. I hated to be this cold towards him but he asked for it. For being a lying jerk.

"Damian?" I heard a voice from outside the cave.

He looked at me wide-eyed. "Crap. Pretend you're asleep," he told us nervously.

I moved my lips at him muttering 'what?' With a confused look.

"Just do it!"

We did as he said. I laid down on the ground again and closed my eyes. So did Octavia.

"Damian, what are you doing here?" I could recognize that voice. Amira.

"Sister," Damian said softly. "I was just checking on the prisoners."

I couldn't see anything but I was sure Amira was smiling. "Very well then. For a second I thought you were here visiting your dear blonde, I'm glad to know you've decided to follow my advice."

What advice?

Damian cleared his throat. "Yes sister."

I heard Amira's footsteps getting closer to me, and then she leaned down and started rubbing my hair.