Ark Academy

Pity Party

CLARKES POV

It's been two days since that dreadful phone call. Bellamy has tried to come over twice, but I told him I was busy. He seemed put off by the way I was acting, but I didn't care. I don't care. I'm not mad or anything, it's just that I can't be near him anymore and feel normal.

I like him. I actually like Bellamy Blake.

Aunt Sara comes into the living room and takes the remote control out of my hand.

"Go upstairs. It's late and a school night," she orders tiredly.

"You're really getting the hang of this whole 'guardian' thing, huh?" I acknowledge. I've noticed that lately she's beginning to sound more and more like my mom.

I still don't miss her. I've been trying to contact dad for the last couple of months but I think he might be gone for good. I wouldn't blame him.

As if on cue, the word 'mom' flashes on my phone as it sounds it's ringtone. I don't think twice to decline it.

"You should pick that up next time," she notices my tensed body as I glare at the phone, "and go to sleep!" she points her finger to the stairs.

"UGH," I sigh and get up, the couches comfort leaving me and a cold breeze greeting me. I run up the stairs for my warm comforters. I sigh into my pillow while thinking.

Thinking about everything. About whether I'd ever see my dad ever again, about whether I'd ever want to se my mom ever again, about Bellamy and his already annoying girlfriend that goes by 'Echo'. I think about Finn and his father, about how comfortable I am in my sheets, about how much Lincoln and Octavia remind me how single I am, and I also think about the delicious leftover spaghetti that's lying in my fridge right now.

Sigh.

I could really use some of that spaghetti right about now...

I fall into a deep sleep.
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"Clarke!" Aunt Sara calls from downstairs. "Downstairs! Now!"

"Let me brush my teeth first!" I answer.

"No! Now!" I roll my eyes.

Oh God, what have I done? Did I do something wrong? She never calls me downstairs like that. I run down the steps and stop in my tracks to see the person standing right outside of the open front door.

Mom.

I continue my slow steps until I'm in front of the door. The cold air pinches my vulnerable skin as anger starts to radiate off of my body.

SLAM!

I glare at the shut door and run up the steps into my comforters again praying that, that did not just happen.

My life is already crazy enough as it is, my mom always chooses to show up at the worst times.

The door opens again and I can hear the conversation between my mom and Aunt Sara.

"You can stay. I'll give you three nights and then you're out. I don't want you here and Clarke most definitely doesn't either," I hear Aunt Sara say.

"Thank you, Sara," my mom sighs in relief. I can almost see her facial features relax into a relieved smile and roll my eyes. To hell with her.

I hear a knock on my door already knowing who it is.

"Get out. You're not wanted here and I'm surprised Aunt Sara is even letting you stay a night."

When she doesn't leave, I come out from under the covers and memorize my mom's face. She's got tears in her eyes on the verge of escaping and her eyebrows are furrowed as she pleads with me wordlessly.

"I. Don't. Want. You. Hear."

"I know," she chokes through a sob, "I'm so sorry, but if you'll let me explain-"

"There's nothing to explain! You cheated and dad left! You ruined our family!"

"That's not the full story, Clarke!"

The room turns silent and both of us are putting ourselves back together so we can prepare for the upcoming conversation.

"Yes, all of that happened, but it's not the way you think. It's only have of the story, sweetheart," I wince at the nickname she called me and wipe the tear off of my cheeks.

"Then fine, tell me," I sit back down on my bed. "Don't expect anything to change. You still cheated and you're admitting to it."

She sits down on the bed and takes a minute, deciding how she's going to word her next few seconds knowing she should be careful. "Two years ago, your father started working for this women named Diana," she starts.

"I always knew that she had a thing for him, but he always reassured me that he'd stay loyal which he did. At first."

My mind blanks and I close my eyes tightly almost trying to erase the thoughts that are running through my accusing mind. I feel a palm take my wrists and hold my hands.

"Look at me," she says and I do, tears already dropping, "he was always was a good father to you. He really was. He never once hurt you in anyway and he treated you with his most utter respect. He was a good husband, too. And I trusted him so much."

I start to lose my vision as tears start to block my eyes.

"I trusted him until he started 'working late' and 'spending nights at work'. He made it pretty obvious too," she laughs suddenly, 'he'd come home with hickeys all over his neck, scratches on his back and yet he'd still try to get in bed with me."

"Oh god.....mom."

"I confronted him after two months of his so called 'night shifts'," she laughs bitterly again, "and he confirmed that he'd been sleeping around with his boss. He even admitted he had a one night stand with some random chick at a bar once," she looks down and starts to sob.

"Great....now both of my parents are cheaters," I pinch the bridge of my nose wondering if this is all real.

"Honey, it's not like that," she adjusts herself on the foot of my bed, "I asked him to stop sleeping around and he refused. Said he wasn't getting enough from me. So we decided to get a divorce secretly. We wanted to wait for you to graduate high school to tell you. Soon after the divorce, I started seeing our marriage counselor and he treated me so well," she begins to blush as she looks down. "And you caught us at such a bad time. When I told Jake that you found us he....he g-gave up and left." She starts to sob.

She tightens her grip on my hands and pulls me to her so I can see her eyes trying to pull off her fortitude.

"He left us behind," she says and starts sobbing into my neck, I'm so s-sorry," she gets up off of my end and runs out of my room and into the bathroom across the hall.
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He left us behind.

The tears are uncontrollable and I need someone so I dial his number.

"Princess?" He answer the phone and I'm already grinning.

"B-Bellamy. I need you."

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A/N:
Welp, that was sad.