Her Step Brother

.. Sorry

Clarke felt herself being lifted, carried and laid down. She didn't know what was happening, her mind fuzzy.

She couldn't raise her head.

She felt a hand on her legs, pulling her shoes off. "No," she groaned, trying to pull her leg back.

"It's okay," a deep voice soothed. He pulled her leg back, taking her other shoe off.

"No, stop!" She twisted, pulling her legs away, her eyes watering in fear.

"Clarke! It's me."

"Please," she cried. "Please don't!"

The hands let go of her feet, brushing her cheeks. "Princess. Princess, open your eyes."

She caught her breath, blinking furiously to take in her surroundings. She didn't know where she was, the room didn't look familiar, but Bellamy was sitting next to her, his hands still on her wet cheeks.

"Bell?"

"It's just me," he soothed. "Keep your eyes on me, okay? Focus. Did you accept a drink from anyone?"

She shook her head. "No. I had one beer, then this guy Ben gave me another beer."

"Did he open it or did you?"

"I think it was open," she rubbed her temples. "But, he was nice. And, it was just a beer. When I didn't feel good, he offered me water. To help me."

She looked at Bellamy, his brown eyes gentle.

"Oh, no," she cried. "He, he put something in it?"

Bellamy scooted over, hugging her to his chest. He rubbed her back slowly. "You did the right thing by calling Raven. You're okay."

"I'm sorry," she whispered, keeping her arms around him. "I'm sorry I was mean."

"No, no. Don't be sorry, Princess. I bait you."

She rubbed his cheek. "I want you, Bellamy."

He moved her hand, holding it in his. He kissed her forehead before fixing the covers, tucking her in.

"Are you leaving me?" She asked, panic rising.

"I'm not leaving you," he swore. He slid in the blankets with her. "I'm going to be right here with you. I promise."

*******

Clarke woke up with an arm wrapped around her, holding her hand. She looked at her hand, the hand interlocked with hers was tanned.

Bellamy. She remembered the events of the previous night. Bellamy hadn't been angry, he had just helped her.

"Morning," she whispered.

"Morning," he replied, still holding her against his body.

Slowly, they both separated. Clarke stretched, sitting up and looking around. Bellamy had brought her to a hotel.

He used the restroom, splashing his face with water.

"Thank you."

He looked at her in the mirror, meeting her eyes. "I'm really mad at you," he sighed.

She nodded. "I know. But, you didn't yell at me last night."

"No, I didn't, even though I wanted to." He leaned back on the small counter, looking at her. "You should have known better."

She looked down. "Yeah. Yeah, I know. But, I don't know. I just thought he was really nice and bringing me another beer. He seemed nice." She felt pathetic.

"Then, he was a good actor. Don't do that again. If you had woken up, if Kyle hadn't held me back," he left off. "Just, never do that again."

She nodded. "I won't. Uhm, did you happen to tell?"

He scoffed. "No, Clarke. Of course not. Unless you wouldn't have woken up last night. Then, yes, I definitely would have told your mom."

She just nodded. "Where are we?"

"Next town over," he explained. "I didn't want anyone recognizing me carrying you while you were out. Now, use the restroom and call Raven. Make sure they got home and I'll drop you off at her house."

Clarke followed his instructions, washing her face with the little packaged soap. She looked terrible, like a racoon, but maybe drowned.

Once she was done, she met Bellamy outside by his car. "She's at home."

He nodded. "Hop in, I'll check out."

Clarke slid into the car, watching him walk away. He was really mad, and disappointed, but he didn't want to make her feel worse. She was grateful, but she also felt like she deserved a little anger. She did know better.

He brought her a bottled coffee from the front desk, drinking his as they drove down the highway. He remained silent as they turned down the familiar roads to Raven's house.

"Bellamy. Seriously, thank you. And, in really sorry you had to come get me."

"I had just gotten there," he told her. "I didn't expect to see you and Raven, especially not," he swallowed. "Not passed out in the car."

To get laid? The same mission she was supposed to be on? A bit of her heart hurt but she chose to ignore it as he pulled into Raven's driveway.

"Bell," she couldn't think of the right words.

"See you when you come home," he gave her a light smile.

She met his eyes, so much she wanted to say, but she couldn't form the words. So instead, she got out of his car and walked into her friend's house, watching him leave through the front door.

"Clarke," Raven shot up as she pushed the bedroom door opened. "Are you okay?"

Clarke smiled. "I'm okay, but I'll need some water after I finish this coffee. And, I need some aspirin."

"Kyle went off on that guy! He chewed him my and they almost got into a fight and everything since Bellamy couldn't. He told me to tell you how shitty he feels that he didn't drive you home."

"It's fine, I'm not angry at him."

"What happened last night? Did Bellamy tell your mom?" She asked.

"No," Clarke told her. "No, he got a hotel room and let me sleep it off, then, he brought me here."

"Really? I feel like he would love to get you in trouble. But, maybe not that much."

Clarke just shrugged. "I think he just feels bad for me for being such an idiot. I mean, he tried to take my shoes off of me and I cried because I didn't know who he was. I thought he was trying to, you know."

Raven hugged her tightly. "Oh, hell, Clarke! I'm so sorry."

"It's okay. I just want to chill today before I go home. I don't feel like going on a family vacation right now. I fucked up, but it could have been so much worse. If I hadn't gotten to the car, hadn't been able to find you," she shook her head.

The fear she felt from the night before when she thought someone was trying to strip her, it was still fresh in her mind and very real.

"Well, you start up Netflix," Raven demanded, softly. "I'm going to raid the cabinets and order pizza once they open, okay? And, I'll bring a ton of water and Gatorade."