A New Life

Chapter Two

I answer the ringing phone, choking on my words. What if something happened to Dad?

"He-hello? Blake-Griffin residence, Ally speaking." I say, my voice shaking.

"Hi, Ally honey, I need to talk to Clarke." My mother's voice says. I should relax now, knowing it was just her, but I don't. Her voice sounds just as shaky as mine.

I run to Bellamy and Clarke's room, and knock on the door frantically. "Clarke!"

Finally she opens it in her pajamas. I hand her the phone. "Mom's on the phone, she needs to talk to you." Clarke looks at me with confusion, and then starts talking on the phone.

"Hello?" She says quietly. She looks scared. This scares me. I've never seen Clarke scared. "What?" She says, barely able to manage the word. "Yes, um, we're leaving now."

"Clarke?" I ask my sister. "What's going on?"

Clarke just pulls me into a hug. I hug her back, and can hear her crying. "Dad's dying." She whispers.

"But, they'll help him right? Just like the other time?" I ask. Tears start streaming down my cheeks.

"Not this time, Ally." She says between sniffles. "We're going to Mount Weather Hospital now, so get ready, and get Octavia ready." Clarke says, disappearing back into her room.

I run into Octavia's room, and she's sitting on her bed, reading a book. As soon as she sees me, she shoves the book under her pillow. "You scared me." She says.

"Get ready. We're leaving." I say.

"Where to?" She asks, getting up. Like me, Octavia's isn't dressed in her pajamas, she's still in jeans and a sweater.

"Mount Weather Hospital." I say.

Octavia looks up, and sees my tear stained cheeks. She just nods her head, grabs her phone, and we step out of her room, and head downstairs, where Bellamy and Clarke are grabbing their coats. Clarke hands me mine, and I slip it over my shoulders and go outside to the car. The sky is black; the white moon and stars are its on my source of light. Bellamy tells Octavia and I to get in the car, and we do as we're told. We sit in the backseats of the Jeep, and Bellamy holds Clarke's hand as he drives. It's a four hour drive to Mount Weather Hospital, not to mention the Friday night traffic.

The silence in the car is unbearable.

"Clarke?" I croak. She turns her head to look at me, her eyes red. "I'm scared."

"Me too." She says quietly.

Octavia hugs me, and I hug her back. She knows how I feel. Her and Bellamy's mother passed away two years ago. I was there for her then, and she is there for me now.

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At two in the morning, we arrive at Mount Weather Hospital. We enter and Clarke signs us in.

"We're here to see Jake Griffin." She says.

"Are you family?" The lady at the desk asks. She looks grumpy, her face twisted into a frown, with her glasses perched on her nose, magnifying her grey eyes.

"Yes." Clarke replies. "We're his daughters," she gestures to me, "and this is my fiancé and his sister." She gestures to Bellamy and Octavia.

"Alright," the lady says, her raspy voice even more grumpy than her face, "you four may go." She tells Clarke the room number, and Clarke grabs my hand and leads me to it.

What's inside that room makes tears immediately falls out of my eyes. My father, laying weak in bed, being fed oxegyn through a tube in his nose. My mother stands beside the bed, crying.

"Dad," is the only word I can manage. I walk over to his bedside, and hold his hand. Clarke does the same.

"Hi, girls," My dad says quietly. He tries a small smile.

"I love you, Dad." I say.

"I love you all," he says, his eyes starting to close.

Those were the last words he said.