Everything's Changed

7

Raven had parked the car far away from the house. As of what Clarke knew, they were in the middle of nowhere. The house was like a cabin. It was huge too. It was in a good location. The sun was setting and it was one hell of a good view.

Clarke followed Raven and Octavia into the cabin. There were people all over the cabin when they entered. The music was blaring across the entire house. The bass made the house vibrate badly but not to severe. 

There were drinks everywhere and out back there was a pool and a bunch of tables for drinking games. Where did they even get the drinks? Clarke had thought. Clarke didn't want to drink because she had bad experiences with her mother and drinking.

Clarke had gotten home later than usual. She had been out looking at art shops for projects. She had entered her house, locking the door behind her. She had  a bag of art supplies. The house had reeked of alcohol. It was very strong.

Clarke had walked into the kitchen to put the bag on the counter. She had found a bunch of wine bottles and whiskey bottles on the counter. There were Cooler Light bottles on the counter as well. 

Clarke had gotten home to her mother drunk and passed out ever since her father had passed but not this bad. It wasn't very usual for these many bottles to be laying around. 

Clarke cautiously walked into the living room as she saw more wine bottles along with some Maker's Mark on the coffee table and her mother passed out on the couch. Of course the bottles were empty. 

Clarke had gotten used to this because she had gotten home with a drunken and passed out mother everyday for years. Clarke went and grabbed a trash bag and started cleaning up the bottles as usual. 

She finished cleaning up and the bag was completely full which wasn't normal. Clarke sat the trash bag down at the end of the counter and took her art supplies up to her room to start on a small project for her wall. She never started it. Instead she broke down in the corner of her room, curled up into a ball, crying.

Could life get any better? She asked herself over and over again.

Clarke felt someone tug on her shirt lightly. She turned around to see that it was Finn. Thank the lords. She thought.

"Hey there Princess." Finn smiled. "So you going to have a drink?" 

"I'm good." Clarke put a fake smile on her face quickly. "I don't want to get drunk." 

"You drank last night." Finn said. 

"That's a different story." Clarke said. 

"Could I know then?" Finn said as he got a bit closer to Clarke.

Clarke could smell his alcoholic smell. It made her gag smelling it. She pushed him away quickly. 

"What's wrong princess?" Finn asked quietly.

"Nothing." Clarke said as she walked away but Finn had grabbed her wrist and squeezed her wrist tighter. "You aren't going anywhere princess." He smiled widely.

Clarke's wrists were already bruised from Cage and his gang but this was tighter than what she was used to. She couldn't move because he had made his grip tighter. It was like she was paralyzed when someone had grabbed her by the wrist.

Clarke couldn't even speak. She tried but she couldn't. They were outside, a bit far from the backyard and it was dark so no one could see them. 

Clarke opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out. Her voice was suddenly gone and she was suddenly paralyzed. Could Finn know Cage? She thought to herself. She hopped not. 

She heard footsteps behind Finn but she knew he couldn't hear it, knowing that because he was drunk and he wasn't very aware. She heard the footsteps get closer and closer. As the person got closer, Finn hit Clarke exactly where Cage used to hit her. In the ribs first. Then the shins. It was exactly like Cage except more painful. Clarke let out a quiet groan, feeling the pain shoot through her entire body. 

Clarke was barely conscious. She had only her someone other than her fall to the ground. She felt someone pick her up, carrying her somewhere. Who was it? Clarke had thought

Clarke's eyes fluttered open a few moments after she was placed onto the couch. She saw someone's head hovering over her as they stood they. She couldn't make out whose face it was. Her vision became clearer after a few moments as she saw a girl and a boy. 

It was Bellamy and a brunette girl with the emerald green eyes. She hadn't noticed Lexa standing there but she noticed Bellamy. How could she not know there were two people hovering their heads over her. 

"Are you okay?" Bellamy asked. 

Clarke nodded as she got up but they both pushed her back down. 

"You need to rest." Bellamy said. 

"Are all of those bruises from Finn?" Lexa asked quietly. 

"Yeah." Clarke lied. She knew that Lexa knew it was a lie. Lexa went with the lie.

Clarke finally got up, ignoring them trying to tell her to lay back down. She limped her way to find Raven and Octavia. She easily spotted them on the back porch playing beer pong. 

Clarke limped over to them, as they noticed her easily. "What's wrong Clarke?" Octavia asked, still sober unlike Raven.

"I was uh, beat by Finn." Clarke mumbled. 

"What game?" Octavia asked like nothing was wrong.

"No really." Clarke said seriously. "Could we go back to the dorm soon?" 

"Yeah, let us finish this game and I'll drive all of us back." Octavia said in a worried tone. 

The game didn't go on for very long. Octavia and Raven had won easily against a guy named Lincoln and some other guy. Octavia helped both girls to the car. The walk seemed like forever for Octavia since she was helping them both to the car. 

When they got to the car, someone was standing in front of the car. Clarke squinted to make out who it was. As they got closer, she could tell who it was. It was Cage. Why was he here? Clarke thought to herself. 

"Who are you?" Octavia demanded. "What do you want?" 

"I'm here for Clarke." He looked over at Clarke. "I see that Finn had carried out my orders." 

Octavia let go of Raven who was now conscious of what was going on and like she was never sober. "Let me in my damn car." She growled.

"I'm sorry little girl, that's not gonna happen until we get what we want." He hissed.

Clarke walked towards Cage in surrender as Cage smiled widely. "Now you can have your car." 

Raven and Octavia stood there as more people appeared. There were at least ten of them. Clarke was held once again by the wrists as Cage lifted up her shirt, revealing her scars and bruises. "Why don't you explain to your NEW friends what these are." Cage said as he lifted up the bottom of Clarke's jeans. 

Octavia and Raven were speechless. They had thought that Clarke was happy but they were wrong all along. That's why she had avoided them and everyone else. But what could have caused it?