The Foster Problem

Part 6

Bellamys POV:
I get up and walk to the kitchen with Clarkes phone. I dial Nathan's Millers phone number. It rings a couple times before he answers "hello, Clarke" "umm actually its Bellamy Blake" "oh, hello Bellamy how are you, how are u holding up" "I'm hanging in there, I was wondering if Clarke can sleep over at my house" "umm sure, just dont do anything bad" "I wont mr. Miller, have a good night" I hung up

I walk over to the couch and look at Clarke. I stare at her beautiful bright blonde hair. I put my arms underneath her and lift her up. I slowly walk up the stairs to my bedroom. I lay her on the bed. I change my clothes into some sweatpants and grab a large t-shirt for her. I pull her dress off and look away. I put the shirt on her and put her in a pair of Octavia's pj shorts. I set her under the covers and Climb in next to her.

Next Morning

I wake up with my arm wrapped around her waist. I snuggle closer putting my head in the crook of her neck. I feel her stir next to me and her eyes flutter open. "Good morning" I say. She turns her head and body to face me. "Good morning" she says. She stares and me for a little bit "what?" "Nothing" she says. She snuggles into my chest and I wrap my arms around her. I kiss the top of her head. We lay there for awhile until she gets up and go into the bathroom.

Clarke's POV:

I was to the bathroom to see what I have on I'm wearing Bellamy's shirt and Octavia's shorts. Did he look at me while he changed my clothes. I walk out of the bathroom to see Bellamy no where. I walk downstairs to hear clinking in the kitchen. I enter to see Bellamy shirtless of course but cooking. I slowly walk up behind him and yell BOO!!! He jumps a little and turns off the stove. He turns around and he stares down at me. Then it turns into a smirk "run" he says. I take off running to the living room just to get caught by the waist and laid on the couch. Bellamy is leaning over me with my hands pinned under his. I puts one of his hands to the side of my waist. He starts to tickle me, I thrash around and laugh. I keep telling him to stop but he doesn't. Finally after what felt like hours he stops. He leans down farther were our lips are almost touching and says "that's what you get for scaring me" I laugh and he smirks. He sits there and just stares in my eyes. I was going to saw something but then I feel soft lips press on mine. He lets my hands go and he puts his hands next to my head to support him. My hands reach to the back of his neck to grip his hair, pulling him in when he's pulling back.

He tugs at my shirt and I pull it over my body. He sits up a little bit and looks at my body. I blush a little and look away, he smirks. He leans down again and kisses me gently not urgently like the others. He pulls away and puts the shirt back on me. I look at him confused. "We need to talk about this" he says pointing to me then to him. I blush and look away. He grabs my chin gently too make me look at him and I blush a deeper shade. "I want you to be with me because, I... like you and have since I've seen you" he says. I blush and smile, I move closer to his face and kiss his soft lips. "I like you too and I also want to be with you" he smiles, he actually smiled. He leans in and so do I and we kiss. His kisses get more urgent and he lifts my shirt a little. I pull it back over my head. We continue to kiss and he sits me on his lap.

He picks me up and he carrys me upstairs. He lays me down on his bed and kisses down my neck and he reaches my collarbone and sucks on it, I bite my lip holding back a moan. He looks up and says "I like you a lot sweetie" the nickname makes me flinch and the memories flood back to me
Memory

Clarke is 12 years old

I walk into the house after the first day of school and there is my "father" he walks up to me and says "where the hell have you been?" I could smell the alcohol on his breath "I was walking home" I say. He responded in slapping me across the face, I fall to the floor and hold my cheek, tears threatening to spill but I hold them back. He grabs me from the hair and takes me to the bedroom. He yells at me and takes me to the bed and makes me lay down. He grabs my hands and ties them to together and ties them to the bed. He grabs one of my legs and ties it to the bed and does it with the other. "Me and you are going to have some fun sweetheart" he strips me of my clothes and underwear. I start screaming for help but he puts a gag in my mouth. He starts to undo his belt and zipper. When he's finished he grabs my neck and says "if you say anything to anyone I will kill you" he untied me and leaves the room. I get my clothes and run to my room and lock the door. I cry myself to sleep. This continues for 4 weeks until his wife walks in on it happening. She calls the social network agent and I'm taken away.

End of memory

I let a tear slip away from my eye. Bellamy looks down worried like if he did something wrong. "You didn't do anything wrong, it's just that one of my "parents" said that to me and it didn't mean good" he gives me a sad smile and lays on top of me and hugs me, I hug him tight. "I...can't... breathe" I say. Bellamy pushes himself off of me. "Are you sure your ok?" He asks "yes I'm fine" He gets up and puts on a shirt. I sit up and grab my shirt and put it on. Bellamy and I walk downstairs. He walks back to the kitchen to finish breakfast. I sit at the stools on the kitchen island. Octavia walks downstairs and into the kitchen and sits next to me. "Hey Clarke, you stayed over?" "Yes, I fell asleep so I stayed" We ate breakfast. After that we watched a movie