In His Arms

Chapter 1

A/N Full disclaimer now, the first few chapters of this book do breach rape, and abuse. If you are sensitive to that sort of thing, then I fully advise you not to read the book. Though it does not describe the rape fully, it may still be unsettling. Also, I feel like this is total crap and poorly written. Besides that, I hope you enjoy!

"Finn... I'm leaving. I can't stay here in camp and see their faces everyday, not after what I did to get them back. I'm so sorry, but I can't leave if we are still together. Which means, this is goodbye..." I say, kicking the dirt beneath my feet. Finn grabs my arm harshly and brings his lips down to my ear, growling out, "You don't get to leave Princess. And most certainly, you don't get to leave me. Now come on, we both have a lot of steam to let off in our tent."

I try to pull my arm from his grip, but it's like a heavy-weight trap. The more I struggle, the tighter Finn squeezes and before long I feel my arm start to go dead. I look up into his fire-lit eyes and nod my head weakly, letting him yank me after him. I blink back the tears of pain and take a deep breath, knowing my mother will know that something was up if I didn't talk to her first.

"Finn. I need to speak with my mum first." I squeak. He snaps his head to me and glares, submissing me even further. I have never seen him like this, not even when he massacred the village. This isn't the same Finn that came to the ground, this is a Finn riddled with death. He has been through so much, it'll pass...

"If I don't speak to her, she will know something isn't ok. And so will Bellamy. If you want us to go back to our tent with no worries then I must speak with them first." I say a little louder. His nostrils flare at Bellamy's name, and he stares at him. Bellamy peers over his shoulder and looks to me, noticing the fear instantly.

He breaks away from the crowd and starts making his way to us quickly, Finn's grip loosening as he does. "You ok, Clarke?" Bellamy asks worried. I nod my head and rub over my forearm, trying to hide Finn's hand mark on my arm. "We are all celebrating tonight, we can finally have that drink." "We can." Finn snaps his gaze to me and squints in anger, trying to rush me. "I have to go speak to my mum first then sort out Finn's cut but I will see you tonight." I say rushed.

Bellamy nods his head slowly, obviously not believing me but playing along for now. I take Finn's hand and pull him away to my mother, where I check if she is ok then leave.

I thought everything would be different now that Finn was free. The grounders didn't want him to die, which is surprising seeming as 'Jus drein, Jus daun.' But it just seems like my life is going to get harder now. There is this feeling in the pit of my stomach, and something is telling me not to stay with Finn, but I don't want to find out what will happen if I don't...

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Slowly, but surely more and more bruises start to appear on my body as my compliance grows thin. Anytime I say, or do something that Finn doesn't like, I grow a new bruise. At first he stopped me from seeing Bellamy, then Octavia, my mother and everyone else in the camp.

Now, during the days he just keeps me locked up inside the tent with little to do, and at night he uses me as his personal punching bag, either physically assaulting me or sexually assaulting me. I keep telling myself that he really does love me, and he just doesn't want me to fade from him. But the horrible feeling in my gut grows a little more each day. Maybe this isn't a phase anymore...

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"Ok Clarke! I'm done!" Finn shouts as he enters the tent, his hand tight on another stowed-away bottle of alcohol. He's drunk. "We are leaving. Too many people are questioning if you are ok and your mother isn't buying the act that you are ill. We are leaving. Now." I sit up from the bed and look at him with fear, knowing in no way shape or form will he physically take me from this camp without a fight.