I Run to You

Chapter 1

Clarke jumped and rolled out of her bed, hitting the wood floor with a thud. Another scream drifted through her bedroom door, and she scrambled to her feet. She wrenched it open, blinded by the bright living room light.

She rubbed her eyes, trying to focus on the scene before her. Octavia stood with her hands over her face, sobs racking her thin shoulders. She turned her gaze from the emotional rollercoaster that was Octavia Blake, to the form crumpled against the wall.

Clarke's breath hitched at the sight of Octavia's brother and the dark red staining his white t-shirt. Scrapes and bruises covered his face and neck, his eyes were closed and that maddeningly gorgeous hair of his fell across his forehead in unruly curls.

She rushed forward, kneeling beside his still form. They had an odd relationship, she and Bellamy Blake. She'd known him since she was seven years old, and they'd both spent the majority of their lives trying to take care of O.

They could barely stand one another most days, but that didn't mean she didn't care about the man before her. She placed a gentle hand on the side of his face, turning his eyes to settle upon her own.

Octavia was still screeching noisily, and Clarke had had enough.

"Be quiet, O," she said softly.

Octavia quieted, her face tear stained and her hands shaking.

Clarke stared at her friend, knowing that she was terrified.

"Why don't you call Maya and see if you can stay with her," she said kindly.

She watched as O nodded her head before making her way from the apartment. Then she turned her attention back to Bellamy.

"Thanks Princess," he said with a groan.

"Any time," Clarke replied with a small smile.

This reminded her of another time that Bellamy had come home like this. It had been six years ago.

Clarke was sitting in her bedroom, her sketchbook in her lap and a charcoal pencil clutched in her fingers. She'd been drawing one of her favorite subjects, sixteen -year-old Bellamy Blake. She knew at fourteen that her crush on her best friend's older brother was pointless, but she just couldn't help it.

Her gaze flew to her window when the sound of a pebble hitting the glass reached her ears. She quickly raised the pane, leaning out and staring into the darkness.

That's when she'd seen O, tears streaming down her face and blood splattered on her clothes. The other girl was crying, and Clarke knew that if she didn't quiet her that her parents would hear.

She raised a finger to her lips, and listened as Octavia's sobbing turned to sniffles. She raced from her bedroom, making sure her parents' door was closed before running down the stairs and out onto lawn.

"What is it, O? What happened," Clarke asked as her friend hugged her.

"Bellamy, he's hurt," Octavia whispered.

That was all Clarke needed, "Ok, show me."

When the girls reached the Blake house, both were out of breath. Clarke followed O into the house, and saw Bellamy on the couch. He was so still that it scared her, and then she heard him moan.