Bellarke- Arkadia High

Acceptance.

Clarke's PoV:
"What." I ask rhetorically. I can't even comprehend what I just heard. Did I even hear it correctly or am I just making the words up in my head. Of course not. You've never see him as a murderer. But was he? If he killed someone, it automatically makes him a murderer. But a murderer is someone who intentionally kills and doesn't have any emotions. Someone who only does it for themselves. But I knew with all my heart that Bellamy could have only done it for a good reason or reasonable reason. A choice that he made that would yes, effect the rest of his life, but probably involved saving not just himself but probably Octavia.

I had to respect that he told me in good faith and that although he could have told me earlier about this, he probably didn't want to ruin a relationship we have.

"I tell people my dad left us and so did my mother, but the truth is...I killed my father. I tell people the more believable and refined version because it deceits them into believing a logical story. My mother wasn't all innocent in this though. She would leave me and Octavia to do things for ourselves. Things a child shouldn't have to do until they're older. Things like doing their own laundry and using an oven at the age of 7. Most nights, me and O would cuddle up in the corner of my room, trying to cling for any warmth that would insulate us. But one night, my dad got very drunk. More drunk than he ever did before. He threw his used bottles everywhere. I told O to go and hide under the broken floorboard in my room. I went back to see where my mother was so she could tell him to stop. I followed the screams. When I found her, he was...raping her. Even though she wasn't the best mother, I wanted to help her. I peered around the door to see if I could get anything to knock him out with, and grabbed a smashed segment of a beer bottle. I only meant to knock him out on the back of the head, but I didn't realise I killed him until there was gallons of blood coming from his head. My mother laid there shaking and shocked. She called the cops, decided to put us in care and then we got adopted."

"I don't expect you to believe any of that but"

I cut into his audio and crash my lips onto his with passion, but love. I feel his salty tears trickle down to his chin. I pull away and rest my head on his. We stare into each others eyes. He's not a murderer, because he's innocent. 

"I believe you Bellamy. I believe you and I love you." 

The end.