Part 2

Lexa POV:

The next morning was different, I had gotten up early this time. No thanks to my alarm clock which was still broken. I went for my morning run that I always went on. The cool, crisp, morning air pierced my skin as it ran past my face. I took in a deep breath, soaking up the fresh air, before going to the gym. This was mandatory, I was forced to go there ever since I was young, to get stronger, to train. I like it now, it is where I let out my anger. Well, with the exception of letting it out on a few people at school.

I got back and saw my dad on the couch, "typical" I said under my breath as I went up to shower all the sweat off my body. Before heading to school.

Clarke POV:

I was settling into my new routine of waking up, showering, getting dressed, eating breakfast and heading to school. I liked this, it was simple and easy and I enjoyed the calm mornings as I took my time to get ready. I even sometimes walked out onto the beach to watch the sunrise and sometimes even paint it.

Then I would head to school, catching up with Raven and Octavia of course. Raven was in engineering and mechanics class and Octavia was in animal and environmental sciences. She had this love for butterflies and nature and wanted to learn everything she possibly could about them. I thought it was cute, but Raven would tease her about it all the time.

It was crazy how we were all so different yet, we were so close and had such a strong bond. Maybe it was because we always had something different to talk about and learn about each other. We arrived at school early, again, like we do everyday. Talking and chatting about our classes and teachers we have already.

This year is the year of our personal project, we have to find something that means a lot to us and create something, write a report, answer questions and interact with other people. This will be shown to the colleges we apply to so it has to be good.

Raven, Octavia and I caught up with Monty, Harper, Jasper, Miller, and Maya, and we were brainstorming ideas and what we would do for the project. Even though we had all year and probably wouldn't start the project until a couple of months, we did it anyways.

Lexa POV:

I had actually gotten to school on time for a change, so I went to my locker to get my books before class so I wasn't late today. I was about to close my locker when I heard a sarcastic voice talking to me. "Wow Woods, would you look at that, you're here on time" I shut my locker with an annoying look on my face and said "Bellamy Blake, what do you want this time? Want another cracked rib?" I said back and I couldn't help but smile at the fact that I did in fact, brake his rib.

"Woah, woah, woah!" He said laughing with his friends behind him, "next time I won't let you win" he said with another chuckle. "Really?" I said back, still annoyed and now very bored with him.

I went to walk away but his arm grabbed mine and pulled me back, "did I say you could leave" he said, and without even thinking I put my elbow to his neck and forcefully pushed him up back up against the lockers. I looked at him angrily a smug smile stuck on his face which just made my anger grow even more. "What are you going to do, fight me in front of all these people?" he teased as I looked around and noticed a crowd forming around us.

"Wow Blake, I didn't peg you for a wimp" I said, throwing him back against the lockers once again. A loud bang went through the hallway as his head collided with the lockers. This earned me an angry look from him. He swung his arm at my head, but I saw this coming so I ducked quickly and kicked him in the chest, forcefully throwing him to the floor. This made the crowd surrounding us go "oooo" as they watched Bellamy struggle to stand up.

I was about to go and hit him again but I heard a loud voice shout "WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?" A teacher had arrived. I smoothly and quickly slid out the back door to avoid getting detention again. I looked back and saw that the crowd around Bellamy had separated as everyone went to their classes.

Clarke POV:

I walked in the door right as Bellamy hit the floor, he almost took me, Raven and Octavia out with him. I saw a brown headed girl turn around and I knew immediately who it was "Lexa Woods" I said under my breath. I wasn't surprised it was her. This wasn't the first fight she had gotten in and considering it was Bellamy, it wouldn't be the last.

I saw her eyes, they were so green but they held such power and strength, and such anger in them. We had gone to school with Lexa for so long nobody was surprised at what she was doing. Well the freshman were. Everyone knew her, she was probably the strongest, most well know person at Polis High, she never lost a fight, few people actually dared to take her on.

Bellamy being the exception of course, something about her tipped him in the wrong direction. And after their last fight, Bell had it out for Lexa. I mean she did break one of his ribs which sent him to the hospital.

"Bellamy" I heard a voice call out. It was a pleading voice from Octavia, she was Bellamy's sister. She loved Bell, he always protected her from her parents who were ashamed of Octavia. She loved her brother more than anything but she understood the urge to punch him some times.

The teacher had already gotten there and broken up the fight. I saw Lexa slip out the back door but I didn't really care. I was focused on Octavia "he will be okay O" Raven said, rubbing her arm and making Octavia feel better.

The fight was now completely disbanded and everyone had gotten to class so we all hurried to class to avoid getting in trouble as well.

Lexa POV:

I'm pretty sure I'm off the hook for hitting Bellamy, considering I got out of there before the teacher saw me. I went around the back way getting to class before I was too late.

I got to all my classes on time, no detention today. I was actually feeling pretty good about myself as I walked home. But there was a feeling in my stomach that I couldn't get rid of, the feeling of something bad was going to happen.

I walked through the door, my head held high this time. Just in time to see the familiar smile waiting for me and my heart sunk. "I didn't get detention today" I said weakly as my head immediately went to the ground. "AND THAT EARNS YOU A FREE PASS?" My dad said in a louder, scarier voice. I was prepared for this, it was worse, much worse.

He slammed me back against the door, the doorknob jamming into my hip. His face so close to mine I could smell the alcohol on his breath. He swung at my face, and my first instinct was to duck, so I did. As a result his fist hit the door, denting it, and he screamed in pain. The look he gave me after was so much worse than I could have imagined. "I- I- I didn't mean to" I said apologetically. But it only made it worse, he swung again, hitting my face this time. They continued to hit it a few more times, blood now streaming down my face, before he started on my gut.

A tear rolled down my cheek which I tried to wipe away quickly, but he saw it. "You're so weak and pathetic," he spat, kicking me to the ground. He didn't stop. I was grasping so hard for breath before he finally stopped kicking me. I was coughing up blood that was seeping down my chin and neck. He grabbed my throat, standing me up, and threw it against another wall, knocking over a vase and sending it crashing to the ground. "CLEAN THAT UP NOW!" He yelled before finally walking away.

I sat there for a second, unable to move. Tears sliding down my face silently, not wanting to have him come back at the sound. I yelled "STOP BEING WEAK" to myself inside my head and wiped the tears and started cleaning up the broken glass I was sitting in that surrounded me.

While cleaning up, a piece of glass cut my finger. "Ow" I said quietly. Blood started training down my finger. I watched it flow down to my arm. The dark, red blood covered my hand and I just sat there, watching it. Staring at it as my finger stung from the cut. But it didn't hurt though, it felt weirdly nice, it felt right.

I cleared the rest of the glass, slipping one piece into my pocket before going up stairs to wash off my blood soaked hand. The clear water running red as it cleaned away all the blood on my hand.

A bruise was forming on my cheek, but I didn't care. I didn't get into the shower this time, i just used a cloth to wash the blood off my face. I sat on my bed, twirling the piece of broken glass from the vase in my fingers, careful not to cut my other hand with it. It was tempting to myself though. I was battling my mind on this. I wanted to feel that feeling again, the sting of the cut, the blood on my skin, it was beautiful I thought as I closed my eyes, remembering the way I felt as my own blood covered my arm.

I was doing this for so long, I didn't even realized it was getting late. I looked up to my mirror and saw the bruise on my. I was snapped out of whatever trance I was in when I realized I was struggling to breathe from all the blows to my chest.

The sun was starting to set and I had to get out of there. I couldn't look at myself anymore. I pulled a sweatshirt over my body, hiding all the bruises on my body except for the one on my face. I quietly ran out the door after I was positive that my dad was asleep.

I ran down the street, not knowing where I was going. Suddenly I looked around at my surroundings knew, and I was full out sprinting at this point, running the scenario through my head over and over again. I finally got there. The sun had almost vanished behind the crashing waves as I inhaled the salty air. It was so peaceful. I had walked for a little while until I had gotten to a part of the beach that I knew nobody would be at. It was hidden by one of the beach front houses that stuck out to far. It crated a small shield from the rest of the beach.

I sat on the sand, it was still warm from the blazing sun and soft under my touch. I immediately felt myself doze off.