CLARKE'S POV
I knock on the door for the fiftieth time. "Aunt Sara!! Are you home?!"She finally opens the door. "Clarke, what are you doing here? It's late," Aunt Sara asks expecting an immediate answer from me which probably will never come...
"I....uh."
"Where's your mother? Did you come here alo-"
"I need a place to stay. My mom isn't coming," I interrupt with a straight face gripping the one, small bag of luggage I brought with me.
"Oh, okay...is there something I should be worried about?" She asked curiously.
"Of course not. But I am going to need to stay for a while." No questions asked. She stepped out of my way so I could move into the guest bedroom which would eventually become my bedroom.
I enter and immediately take out my phone to call my mom. You don't need to do this, Clarke. But I do it anyways.
"Hello? Clarke are you there?" My mother asks worriedly.
"Yes mom, and I'm fine. I'm safe with Aunt Sara and I don't want you coming to pick me up. I saw you with Marcus, mom," I start to cry. "I saw you with him. I won't tell dad, but you should."
She hung up. Why? Did she hate me? Was I ever going to see her again? At this point, I don't really care. I'm sure I can enroll into some school in Arkadia within the next couple of weeks and attempt to start a new life. Without her.
I begin to unpack and take out my most valued things: my sketchbook, my necklace that has a tiara on it (which my dad gave to me on my 16th birthday), and my dad's watch. As bulky and unattractive as it was, my dad still gave it to me. And that's what mattered. I always found myself closer to my dad than I did with my mom, or maybe I'm just trying to tell myself that because of what happened.
After a while, I decide to go to sleep and imagine what my future will look like. Ahh, the sweet smell of new Beginnings.
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