Hard Times

Chapter 5

Clarkes POV
I really wanted to visit Bellamy in the hospital to see if he was ok and thank him again for saving my life, but I knew Octavia would rip me apart if I showed up there. So after I stopped crying I called Raven and told her what happened when I asked if she could go to the hospital to see Bellamy and tell me if he was ok. She agreed.

While I was walking home she called me back and said Bellamy was going to be ok, but he had a broken wrist so he couldn't play football for a while. She also said Bellamy would be back at school tomorrow.

Wow, that was fast. I stopped walking and breathed a sigh of relieve. He was going to be ok. I thanked Raven and hung up.

I didn't want to go home because I knew my dad would there, so I decided to walk to the mall to get Bellamy something. I took out all the money from my wallet that I'd been saving for months and got him a new black jacket.

He already had one but it had holes all over it and probably blood now. I paid for the jacket and put it in my backpack. It was only 5 o'clock and I knew my dad would still be up drinking but I had to go home.

I thought about just laying down on a bench and sleeping there for the night but it was a pretty sketchy part of town and I didn't want to get kidnapped so I decided to start walking back home.

When I made it there my dad was watching a football game and yelling at the tv screen. I quietly started to tiptoe up the stairs hoping he didn't see me but he did.

He threw the remote at my head, thankfully I ducked just in time. "What do you think your wearing, you little slut. You're just like your mother. I bet you were out fucking some guy." He yelled.

I ran up the stairs as quickly as I could, he got up from his chair and followed me. I tried to run to my room, but he caught up to me and pushed me down the stairs, miraculously I didn't break anything.

He came running down the stairs, and broke an empty beer bottle that was on the floor and cut my arm with the glass, the carpet turned red.

I grabbed a glass cup that was on the living room table next to the couch and hit him in the head with it. My hand started bleeding from the glass as he passed out.

I got some badges from the bathroom cabinet and wrapped them around my hand and arm. Then I ran to my room and locked the door. I took the jacket out of my backpack and hung it in my closet before going to bed.

The next morning I woke up and got ready for school. It was surprisingly cold outside considering it was still August, I did my hair and put a beanie over it. Then I got dressed.