The Boy Next Door

7) I'm Here For You

Bellamy's POV

Right now I was asleep and it was not a peaceful one. Octavia was everywhere, looking at me with her puppy dog eyes, saying I had let her down. And then I saw my mom shaking her head at me, saying how much of a disappointment I was. I look back and I see O crying. I race over to her to try to stop it but nothing works. Slowly, she starts to fade away, despite my efforts and I am pulled back into reality; it was a dream. Or a nightmare for that matter.

I was awake but my eyes were still closed. I move my hand a bit and I no longer feel Clarke's there. That was when I noticed. The crying wasn't Octavia; it was Clarke. I open my eyes and I look to my right. Clarke is sitting there with her hands on her face as she sobs into them.

I sit up and I say, "Hey, are you okay?" She looks at me and she blushes. "Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you were still sleeping." She quickly wipes her tears away and tries to gain her composure. She was doing a terrible job because her eyes were puffy and her breathing was scattered. "Clarke, you helped me. Let me help you," I say as I put my hand on her shoulder. I don't know why I did, but it just felt right in the moment.

She looks at her knees and she speaks in a whisper. "Everyone I care about always leaves." I could barely hear her, but I did. I put my hand on her knee and she looks up at me with tears in her eyes. "Why does everyone I love always end up in a car accident?" I look at her with a confused expression and she sighs and leans back in her chair. She seems a little more put together and she tries to explain what she meant.

"Remember when I told you about my dad not too long ago? I was-" I cut her off and finish her sentence saying, "painting a picture of your spot. Yes, I remember." "Well I never told you what happened to him," she says. And then she hesitates before continuing. Almost as if she was having a battle whether or not to tell me in her mind. She was lost in thought and then she snaps back. "Last year, my family and I were living in a place called TonDC. It wasn't a big city, but it was where all the famous doctors were. And my mom is a surgeon. My father was a scientist and he worked for a very good company. It was a company that worked on saving the earth and helping the planet because we were destroying it. Anyway, I had a good childhood. I was happy, I had a great family, and there were no issues."

She paused for a moment as if she were afraid to continue. I knew the feeling when explaining what happened to my parents. She continued on saying, "Then one day, on his way to work. A drunk driver came out of nowhere and he- he..." She broke. The tears that were in her eyes flooded out and she was crying into her hands. "Hey," I say. "Everything's okay. You can get past this. You will get through this. I'm here for you." I put my hand on her shoulder again and she looks at me. The tears stopped but she still has that look of heartbreak written all over her face. It was at this moment that I realized how strong she was. She has been through so much, and I hadn't helped at all. I felt guilty for judging her and being so rude to her. I called her Princess and judged her for what she had and what she looked like, without even bothering to find out the real person she was.

I get snapped out of my thoughts when I feel her hand on mine. She placed it on the hand that was on her shoulder. She gives me a look of reassurance and gratitude before continuing. "They said he died on impact," she finally says. "They said he felt no pain, but I somehow knew he did. My mom and I were total wrecks for the next few months. Anyway, she decided it would be best if we left. It would be less painful. Not having to live in the same house with memories of him literally everywhere. So that's how I ended up here." "Clarke, I had no idea." She shrugged and then said, "How could you? I haven't even told that stuff to O."

I felt so guilty for what I had done to her. She had been through so much in a short amount of time and I just kept adding onto it. Suddenly before I could stop myself I said, "Clarke I'm really sorry for acting so awful towards you." She shrugged again and said, "Everyone's been through stuff. People just have different ways of showing it." Her words struck me in a way I didn't expect. It was true. I changed. I had to. When our mom died, I was the only person O had left, and there was no way in hell I was letting her loose anyone else. I convinced the state that I could take care of Octavia, and I basically raised her. I became a parent at age 16. After that, I basically only cared about her. I stopped hanging out with good people and started hanging out with some not so nice people at school. I figured it would be easier not to get attached. But my grit for Octavia never went away. I promised mom I would take care of her.

My sister; My responsibility.

Clarke was sitting in her chair and my hand was still on her shoulder; with hers on top of mine. We didn't move, and neither of us wanted to. We sat there in silence, just being there for each other. 

Hello Lovelies!! Long time no see! I will have a new chapter posted soon. There's nothing else I have to say really. Have a great day/night! <3