14 months later
Clarke's POV
I never heard from Octavia or Bellamy since that day. I assume he's dead, or wants nothing to do with me. Why do I always have to be left wondering if he is dead or alive? I wish one day, I could just know. I'm getting out today. That's all I've been thinking about. His number has been disconnected, so I hope he doesn't mind me showing up on his doorstep. Hopefully he's still alive. I have a feeling that he is. Nothing seems to be able to kill him.
"Attention inmates," A voice comes on over the loudspeaker. "If you hear your name please report to the nearest guard. Amelia Carpenter, Clarke Griffin, Ashley Hopkins, Harper McIntyre, Dawn Stacey and Racheal Woods."
I walk over to a guard standing by the door. He takes me through processing, and gives me some clothes to change into. After I dress, he directs me to a small room. This time, Ms. Reyes is not waiting for me. It's a new lady.
"Hi," She says. "I'm your new parole officer, Gina Blake, But you can just call me Mrs. Blake."
"What happened to Ms. Reyes?"
" Nothing happened to her," She says, as she gestures for me to sit down. "She just mainly works with juveniles."
I sit down, and she opens a file. Inside, I see my picture, and some stuff about me.
"So," She says picking up a pen "Where will you live?"
"Well," I say, thinking. "I still have an apartment in Washington DC, so probably there."
She gives me a form to fill out. It's pretty basic information. I remember filling one out the first time I got out of juvie. We spend another half hour going through the perimeter of my parole. When it's time for me to go, she gives me some money I had in my account, and a bus ticket. I get in a van with the others, and we drive away.
It wasn't a long ride from the prison to the bus station. They drop us off near a building, and then disappear. I look around, and it only takes a second for me to recognize where we are.
"Where will you go?" Racheal asks, walking up behind me.
"I'm going to go visit an old friend."
At that, I walk out of the bus station, and towards Bellamy's house. I follow a familiar sidewalk, that we used to walk up and down, when Bellamy was still regaining his strength. I turn a corner, and immediately spot his house. I stand on the street for a few minutes, wondering what to do. Finally, I walk up the steps, and stand by the door. That's when I see him through the window.
Bellamy's POV
I walk back into the kitchen, after wiping off the stains of applesauce and carrots. As soon as I get back in the kitchen, the battle of getting Finn to eat his food resumes.
"Come on Finn," I say, picking up a spoonful of applesauce. "You have to eat your food."
The seven month old child shakes his head.
After many fail attempts, I finally give up. I lead back and look at the mess he made. I just when I hear the garage door open. I stand up, when I realize it's just Gina.
"I see you redecorated." she says leading in to kiss me.
"Mama!" Finn says, from his highchair.
She goes over and picks him up. We walk together into the main room. I wince as a small pain goes through my side. I slightly lift my shirt, and run my hand over a scar right above my left hip. The only thing that remains of the car accident I was in 14 months ago.
"How was work?" I say, joining them in the next room.
"It was good," she hesitates. "Clarke is out of prison."
I hear a little bit of jealousy in her voice. I sit down next to Gina on the couch, to reassure her that our relationship is over. That's when I spot a blur of blonde hair run down the sidewalk in front of our house.
