A New Life

Chapter Eight

The clock in the hotel reads nine-thirty in the morning. We only have half an hour to get home. I wake Octavia up, and glance at the mirror above the dresser.

"Shoot," I murmur to myself, seeing the black eye, bruised jaw, and split lip decorating my face.

Octavia gets up, and quickly brushes her hair before we leave the room.

After we check out, we get in the car. Nine-forty. I drive the fifteen minute drive home, not to mention traffic, and arrive at the driveway at five past ten.

I start to get out of the car, but Octavia stops me. "Your face," she says. "You could put makeup on it?" She suggests.

"No." I say. I hate makeup. "I'll brave the questions."

We get out of the car, and enter the house. Clarke is the first one to see us. "What happened?" She says, inspecting my face.

"I may have gotten in a bit of a scrap." I say, batting her hand away.

"Ally...." Octavia whispers, and I know Bellamy's coming.

I try make a break for it, to go to my room upstairs, but with no avail. Bellamy stops me. "Turn around." His deep voice scares me a bit.

"You know, I've got to clean my room so-" Before I can finish, Bellamy grabs my arm and spins me around. He doesn't look shocked when he sees my bruised face, just angry.

"What the hell happened, Allysa?" He questions. I'm in trouble now.

"Turtles. Aggressive creatures. Keep an eyes out for them. They're everywhere. Everywhere." I say, trying to turn around.

"Not funny." Bellamy says. "Now, what the hell happened?"

"Ok, ok. Well, um, you see-" I told him the whole thing that happened between me and Murphy. He does not look impressed. "Alright, so I'm gonna go....." I say, creeping upstairs.

"You're grounded." Bellamy says.

"For what?! Sticking up for myself?!" I yell. I should not have done that.

"For getting in a fight!" He yells back. I come back downstairs and stand right in front of him.

"So, what was I supposed to do?!" I yell. "Let him take advantage of me?!"

"Allysa." Clarke warns. Octavia just stays silent, shocked.

"You probably could of gotten out of it without getting in a fist fight." He says.

"Yeah like what? Saying: Oh, I don't feel like getting harassed today, so no thanks?!" This is really annoying me. Bellamy can't control me. Not in the slightest.

"Cut the attitude." He says, anger written all over his face.

"You know what?! You're not my father!" I scream at him. "So quit acting like you are!"

I ignore the scolding from Clarke, run up to my room, and slam the door. What have I done? I let the tears fall freely from my eyes. What have I done.

Sorry for the short chapter!