(this is the previous chapter from Bellamy's POV)
-it may be a little repetitive from Clarke's POV but there is information that relates back to how he knows the intruder.
Bellamy's POV
I woke up to the sound of the front door squeaking open. Looking at Clarke still snuggled in the crook of my arm indicated that it had to be someone else. Slowly sliding her off my arm and back on to the bed, I walked away from Clarke to check the window. Octavia's car wasn't there and the street was empty.
My heart rate increased as I heard the footsteps move from the entry hall to the kitchen. My breath caught when Clarke stirred in her sleep, probably because she could sense someone was here.
For her.
Opening the door as quietly as I could, I slid out and made my way downstairs, watching my every step and checking around every corner to make sure whoever was here didn't know I was. Well, they obviously knew I was here otherwise they wouldn't have come but I sure wasn't in any position to let them know I knew they were here.
I kept my back pressed firmly against the wall and moved my hand back to grab the object sitting on the table that looked like the best weapon I had at the time, which happened to be a candlestick. I rolled my eyes at the lack of choice but continued further through the house.
I gripped my weapon while trying not to let it slip out of my palm, which was getting sweaty in suspense.
I rounded the corner, trying to get a better glimpse of the intruder. When I leaned my body forward to better angle myself to look in the kitchen where they were. I saw his back first. Second was a dish flying through the air, aiming right for my face. I staggered back and grunted while trying to regain my balance, swinging the candlestick faking right and hit him in the left of his head. He fell on his backside while I took this to my advantage and kicked him in the stomach, causing him to rock back, cradling himself.
"What are you doing here Jake?" I growled
He rolled his head to his side so he was able to look at me and grinned "You know why."
I glared at him and gritted my teeth "You're not touching her"
"Oh and why's that?" Jake's grin had grown, revealing his disgusting worn down teeth. Probably a side effect from smoking all those cigars on the job.
The job I needed to get rid of.
"You're not touching her." I stated again. I began to feel my heart thud harder in my chest as I heard footsteps above me. Clarke was awake and bound to come downstairs if she heard anything of what happened. I just prayed that Jake didn't have a developed sense of hearing. But the look on his face proved my fear true.
He glanced at the ceiling and his grin returned. "Where is she?"
I stared him down as he slowly stood again, ignoring my silence. Before I could stop him he wrapped his hand around my arm, forcing me to face him.
"Let go!" I demanded. I didn't expect him to listen but he released his hand and stood back with them both raised at shoulder height, feigning innocence. I had no idea what he was up to with that but I soon knew when he brought back his signature grin and balled his fists, punching me square in the nose. The impact pushed me back against the sink and I held my nose to stop the bleeding. I balled my fists ready for another attack when I felt Clarke's presence in the doorway.
"Wh-What is this?" She said shakily, but straightened her shoulders and looked directly at Jake. "Let him go!" I smirked inwardly at her fake confidence, knowing full well that she was terrified at the intruder who never took his gaze off her.
