Don't You Dare Look Back

Dreaming

The hooded figure retracted immediately once he made contact and seemed to have a rushed conversation with someone. He turned to Clarke, who was scrambling for a weapon to defend herself. "Be back soon, Griffin," he whispered in a threatening tone.

Right as Clarke grabbed the handle of a knife, it was thrown out of her hands as the masked figure shoved her to the ground. Luckily he left it at that and when Clarke got her bearings he had vanished. She went to her phone next, dialing 911 and hoping they'd get here in time. Looking at Lexa's blood was too much for her so she focused on talking to the operator instead, sparing occasional, painful glances at her best friend. Lexa was lying on the floor, barely awake, groaning with a hand on her wound. She felt like she was in a twisted episode of Pretty Little Liars, for god's sake. The liars always found ways out of the crazy situations they got into right? Clarke wished she was dreaming.

This was all her fault. If she hadn't insisted on seeing who it was then Lexa wouldn't be hurt. As ambulances pulled up outside, she lay down beside Lexa and just closed her eyes for a moment. It seemed like her entire family was being destroyed. First her parents and that whole messed up situation and now her Lexa... what was wrong with the world? She forced herself to get up again and moved like a puppet as the people from the ambulance came inside to get to Lexa and bring her to a hospital.

They wouldn't allow her inside so she took Lexa's car and drove like a maniac to get there. She didn't have a license yet but did know how to drive, and wasn't really worried about getting caught at this point.

[time jump two weeks]

Lexa peered at the scarring injury on her shoulder as Clarke pulled on a tank top. They had been sleeping at Clarke's house ever since the incident, and given Clarke's mom was in jail they were pretty much alone in the house. "Come on Lex, you're still in that onesie and school starts in thirty minutes."

She laughed for a second but it was abrupt and weird-sounding. Even though it had been two weeks since the break-in, she had barely smiled or laughed in that time. Strangely it was Clarke who had been the more positive of the two, cracking jokes and steering far from the topic of her parents. Lexa suspected she would pretend it never happened until the end of time if no one else had a say in it.

They had also not discussed them, their confession of feelings that occurred before everything went downhill. As Lexa set about getting dressed, she wondered if Clarke viewed it as a mistake. The trial was coming up for her mom and Lexa knew she couldn't bring anything up that might set Clarke off, at least not until the verdict was reached. The guilt was pretty set in stone though. They had evidence- a murder weapon with her mom's fingerprints and probably more that they hadn't shared with the public.

"Excited for school?" Clarke teased, seeing Lexa's gloomy mood. She scoffed lightly in response. It was kind of getting to her how Clarke was ignoring everything. She had so many feelings that were begging to be released but she had nobody to talk to, not with Clarke in denial. Then she heard a loud knocking on the door, three in rapid succession.

She almost tore her shorts that she was putting on in half. Who would be here right before school? Lexa attempted to even her breathing out and headed towards the noise. Clarke grabbed her arm instantly, yanking her back. Lexa winced in pain as that was her injured side. Her best friend didn't even apologize though she spotted a sadness in her eyes. "I'll get it, Lex."

Clarke took a deep breath walking from her room down the hallway to her front door. Surprisingly, no one was outside which only raised her nerves. There was a black box. Talk about creepy. She should really stop watching pretty little liars because it was just a box and it gave her chills. She glanced up and down the street before reluctantly picking up the medium sized box and taking it inside. Lexa was waiting expectantly in her room, looking frustrated. Clarke didn't blame her. It was her fault too that Lexa couldn't tell her anything. Everything seemed to circle back to her, and not in a good way. She pushed those thoughts aside and tore the tape off the box with a sudden urgency. Finally she opened it and held her breath.

What? There was just a fake book, like what you would store jewelry in. She opened it with Lexa's eyes carefully watching and almost dropped the box when she saw what was inside.

It was a watch that her dad always wore even though it didn't work anymore. He never took it off, not even to sleep. She slipped it on and read the note that came with it. It had an address on the front and scrawled on the back it said, "Come or more will die, don't get lost in the Woods. Sincerely, E." It was obviously a reference to Lexa's last name and it made her shiver. The smiley face next to the writing was even worse. This must be some sick person if they were taking all of this as a joke. Meanwhile Lexa was staring at her in concern. She then realized the tears running down her face. She passed the note to Lexa, who had already recognized the watch.

"You can't go," she said firmly. Clarke sighed and shook her head. "Lex, I have to. This guy or girl, whoever it is is threatening you. I can't lose you."

"Haven't you already," the girl mumbled under her breath. Clarke acted like she didn't hear and continued. "I need to do this, maybe I can make up for everything that's happened already... at least a little bit."

"None of it was your fault Clarke. It's not our fault that this guy decided to copycat a tv show and start ruining our lives, well mostly your life." Lexa took the book box from her hands and set it down, then tugged her into a fierce hug.

"I'm not letting you go, Clarke," she whispered.

She'd hidden her feelings from Lexa for two weeks, it wasn't that hard to hide her intentions of going to the address anyway.

"I'm so sorry, Lexa. I won't go I promise. We can figure it out." Clarke hoped she sounded convincing enough. All the words and jokes that came out of her mouth nowadays felt like a lie so it wasn't too bad telling a few more.

"I love you," she said earnestly. Clarke tensed for a moment then pulled Lexa closer if that was even possible. She didn't respond, not wanting to taint those three words with her poisonous lies.

Lexa had known she wouldn't say it back. Clarke was in denial of so many things and it was the worst time to figure out their relationship. She hadn't even grieved yet after all.

Someday it would be the right time, hopefully.
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[unedited as of right now, sorry for mistakes]

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