A Twist In Our Fate

Chapter One

Clarke

"We got into a huge fight, he kept calling me a spoiled Princess, not in the cute way he used to. He lost it because I'm not myself lately. It's been 5 years since my dad and I've been depressed lately so he picked a fight about me not working but I told him all the bills were paid and he said it was because I've always had everything handed to me." I sniffled to Raven and John.

"He's such a dick," John muttered.

"I have to agree with Murphy, babe. He should've been there for you, not broke you down. Bellamy's got issues."

I sighed. "I need to go pack my stuff tonight, he'll be going out of town for the weekend so I'll have time. But, I'm going to need a storage unit and find a hotel because two days isn't long enough to get a lease of my own."

"You can stay with me. I know it wouldn't be ideal but it would save you the hotel money while you look for a place." Raven offered.

"Thank you, but you guys are engaged. I don't want to cramp your space. And Wick is a sweetheart and he wouldn't mind, I know, but still. I'll figure something out."

John sat his beer down. "Monty moved out last month, and bills are a little tighter at my place. I've got five months left on my lease, why don't you take his space?"

What?! "Not to sound rude, Murphy, but I really thought you hated me?"

He sighed. "I never hated you, Clarke. I just hated how into Bellamy you were. I knew him before you guys and I tried to tell everyone he wasn't for you but no one listened. And hell, you guys fell for each other the day you met." He took another sip of his drink. "It's a three bedroom, two bath. You'd have your own room, but the office is shared. You can paint, decorate, bring your boy toys over, I don't care," he chuckled. "It's five months. Get yourself back together. Get over Bellamy. Find yourself again, Clarke. I won't be a bother. I work a lot and you can have the living room t.v. It's an easy help, and only half the cost of your own place."

I took a drink and thought about it. John really was close to me before Bellamy started coming around more. And he made great points. "Okay," I said. "I'm in."

"Let me call Wick, you call Jasper, and Murphy, call Miller. They've all got trucks and they will help without question. I'll bring my car, obviously yours Clarke, and John, we can use your truck, too." She looked at me. "You're not leaving one thing for that asshole to remind him of you."

A few hours later and I was staring at an almost empty apartment. I took my bed back, my couches and tables, every shelf, book, and appliance. Even my dishes. "What should I do with all of the pictures?" I asked Raven. We had about thirty pictures hanging up.

"I'll take them to mine. If he wants them, you can decide if he deserves them."

"Hey, Clarke? Since when do you wear size 9 heels?" I heard Maya call from our spare room. I walked over to her and I saw that she was holding green heels. Size 9.

I almost cried, I almost broke down immediately. Bellamy had another woman here, because Octavia is a 7, same as me. But, instead there was a boiling rage.

"Everyone, thank you. Thank you so much for taking your time to help, but if you'll all head to John's now, that's everything. I'll be right behind you." Everyone hesitated, worried. But they listened, except Raven.

"What are you going to do?" She questioned as everyone left.

I took the stack of pictures from her hand and grabbed a pot from the cabinet. I poured vodka in the pot and tossed in the pictures. I lit a piece of newspaper and dropped it in.

"Good, babe." Raven patted my back as I watched them burn. They went out quicker than I wanted, but you could tell that they were pictures. And that was my point. I grabbed the heels and threw them in the pot, too. Then I dumped beer on them.

Was that petty? Yes. Did I care? Nope!