In Hate, We Love

19. Attacked

I leave Wells' more confused and scared than when I entered.

I dont bother going straight home...not to that empty place.

I aimlessly walk through the crowded halls, people rushing, people shouting out and rejoicing, some murmuring worriedly...some crying.

God...how did this happen? Its all okay, they got the killer... but fuck what happened last night felt...ugh i dont know.

The lack of guards...

The people locked out of their own homes?

Jaha's words to Wells...before any of it happened.

I dont feel so good!

***

The next week, the atmosphere on the Ark is not the same as it usually is.

People are either scared or angry - suffering people who want revenge for the deaths. They need someone to blame...sounds familiar.

I get it. Even though my mum and Wells' dad are in the council...i understand why people are mad at them. They're grieving...they're hurting.

I stare glumly over at the chess tables accross the room...at the table where Wells and I play Chess - the room usually buzzing with the background sounds of life...but now...nothing.

Wells would be here, if his dad wasnt keeping him on such a tight leash. I have hardly seen him since he told me about what his dad had said to him.

I and two men, who are talking quietly at a table beside mine, are the only people in here now.

I sip my drink miserably and turn instantly as the door slides open behind me.

Bellamy walks right over to me and i manage a weak smile.

"You alright?" He asks, sitting down opposite me.

"Thanks for meeting me..." i say, as if we arent allowed.

"What is it? You're scaring me" Bellamy says in a low voice, his eyes dark. He doesnt look very good.

"It's just...that night, of the killings...something wasnt right" i say, continuing to go through everything that wasnt right.

No guards, locked homes, doors acting on their own, the purple eyes and Jaha's words to Wells...

Bellamy listens and nods as i speak, rubbing his forehead with his hand tiredly.

"Yeah, i have been thinking the same...what Jaha said though..." Bellamy says, pressing his closed eyes with his fingers before pulling his hands through his hair.

"You...you do believe me right? About the eyes...a...and Wells?" I stammer, feeling silly.

"Of course i believe you" Bellamy says, reaching his hand out to mine naturally. I let him take it and i smile.

"How are you doing? Your family alright?" I ask, not looking him in the eyes.

"Yeah, just shaken up, like everyone else i guess" he says slowly.

I give his hand what i hope is a reassuring squeeze.

"Thank you for everything" i say in barely a whisper.

"Clarke-"

The doors open to the room and my mums friend/work partner, Jackson walks in.

He makes eye contact with me and starts walking over, so i stand. Bellamy follows my lead, turning to face Jackson. Our hands still together.

"What is it?" I ask, seeing he is dressed in his Doctors uniform.

"It's Wells"

Everything seems to pass in slow motion as i let this sink in. What's wrong? What happened? Is he okay?

"Take me to him" i say, keeping my voice steady even though my hand is trembling in Bellamy's. He keeps a steady grip.

"Come with me" Jackson says, turning back out of the door.

I look up at Bellamy and he nods, "I'm coming with you."

I smile. "Thank you"

We walk quickly and Jackson takes us to medical.

We walk into the room to find Jaha and my mum stood beside a hospital bed. Lying on this bed is Wells...unconscious.

I see the bruising on his neck instantly, the weakness of the hand that his Father is holding and i hear the wheezing of his breaths.

My hand slips from Bellamy's as i run foward. Bellamy stays back.

"Oh god, oh god, what happened?" I ask in dismay, trying not to cry. I bring my hands up to my mouth to stop myself completely breaking down. His neck is all swollen, the colour gone from a dark brown to a murky, purple/blue.

"He was attacked...I didnt see who it was...they got away" Jaha says darkly, staring down blankly at his son.

My mum glances at Jaha with a concerned expression.

"He's going to be okay" she says to the both of us. "Looks like he got a piece of his attacker" she says, glancing at one of his hands where there is blood visible behind his fingernails.

"Why would someone do this?" I say quietly, slowly removing my hands from my face.

"I dont know." Mum replies, still watching Jaha. She places a hand on his shoulder and says, "i will give you a minute, call me in if you need anything. He's going to be okay Thelonious."

She walks by Bellamy, flashing him a look before leaving. Bellamy does not move.

I look down at Wells, his breathing is loud and sounds like the air is scratching his throat. I cant stay here...Jaha will probably want to be alone with him.

I take Wells' hand for a moment, looking down at the bloodied nails...he must have lashed out in fear, scratched his attacker... I give his hand a squeeze then turn to Jaha and say "im so sorry this happened" before walking towards Bellamy.

He wraps an arm around me and pulls me close as we walk from the room.

He sits me down in the waiting room and removes his arm from my shoulders. "Do you want me to take you home?" He asks quietly and i nod, staring at my feet.

Bellamy curls an arm around my back and helps me gently to my feet.

He walks me home and stops at the door. "Well...bye Clarke, find me if you need anything? I mean it, anything!" He says calmly and slightly abruptly, and i get that feeling again that he is trying to distance himself.

I look into the empty house and hold myself with a shiver. I turn back to Bellamy, his deep brown eyes drowning everything out and i feel i shall fall to pieces if i look away.

I hold his gaze "Don't go."