Haymitch's Story

by Allygrlfrnd

Haymitch is entered in the 50th hunger games just days after his 16th birthday. This is his story. Rated T because its the Hunger Games. I do not own any of the Hunger Games charactors except for the ones I make up. Story if better then the summary.

1. Chapter 1

Haymitches Story Chapter One,

I laided in bed holding a pack of ice to my now blackened eye. Someone knocks on my door and I see Peter walk in. He has tears in his eyes and a hand print on his cheek. I sit up and motion for him to come sit next to me on the bed. He walks over and sits next to me. We sit in silence for a few minutes before he starts sobbing. I put my arm around him and murmur to him that it will be okay.

"What did he do?" I ask him, knowing that its going to be bad. Very bad.

"He... He was talking about his games, and then I-I wants to leave... But he... He hit me when I told him I had to go"

Anger welled up in my chest and I fought the urge to to hit something.

"Don't worry Peter I'll take care of it" I got up and walk to the door, taking a deep breath I walk out of the room.

I walk down the hall checking the rooms as I go and preparing myself for what's to come. I think about what he's done to Peter, not just today but everyday. I can't believe my mom keeps him around. As long as I can remember he's been abusing me and my brother. My mom is to scared to leave. I want to get rid of him and to make him go away but I know that he will only come back. I've heard his victory story so many times. How when the odds weren't in his favor he came back and won the hunger games, becoming district 12's first and only victor.

The closer I get to his room, the more disgusting the smell of spirits and human filth gets. Hold my breath and being careful not to breath through my nose for fear of vomiting, I carefully knock on the door. A voice from inside mummers something and I push the door open enough to stick my head in. I see a man about 45 years old with graying hair and grey eyes looking at me from behind a desk covered in empty bottles. His face is lined and tired and he is always scowling.

"What do you want!" He snaps at me, and I flinch.

"Umm... Well you see..."

"Spit it out boy!" He rises out of the chair and I know if I don't say it soon I'll get hit again.

"Dad! We need to talk." I blurt out in fear. He raises an eye brow at me and nods. For all I know the next few words I say could just save Peter.

So what do you think? Haymitches dad abuses him!? And He was the first district 12 victor! Please leave a review below and I'll try to post again!