WARNING: ABUSE

This is a new story, it's very different though. I say that because I did now write it originally. I was looking around, trying to find another fic to read, and I came across this one. Only it wasn't made for the Hunger Games, it was made for Legend Of Korra. But as I read it, I really thought it would do good in the Hunger Games world.

So I asked the author, Speedy08, if I could convert it into A Hunger Games fanfiction. Of course they said yes, or else I wouldn't be putting it on my account. In other words, I want to give her full credit for the story line. The only credit I give myself is the fact that I converted it into THG story.

Anyways, read on!

(And if this is the first time you've been on my account, go check out my other story! 'The Bachelorette'. That one is an original.

Snow's POV

I had to admit, this girl could take a punch, literally. I was surprised that by now I hadn't broken anything. She wouldn't cry either, just grunt whenever I slapped, kicked, punched, or hit her. She was tough, but not tough enough. I punched her stomach for the umpteenth time and she crumbled to the floor in pain. I sent another kick her way, hitting her side with a loud thud. That's when she let out a small whimper, music to my ears. I remembered the first time I heard a whimper like that come from her.

Ivy and I had been good friends, best friends even. We had known each other our whole lives, we were next door neighbors. We went to school together, did homework together, and when we were younger, we even played together. It was as if we were a couple with no official title. I even thought that at some point she might have liked me, but everything changed when he came into the picture.

It was our junior year in high school when a new student arrived from the poorer part of the state. This year, with exception of all the past years, we didn't have homeroom together. When I went to meet Ivy, I noticed she was talking to him. She introduced us and I remember not liking him from the start. He was one of those stuck up guys who thought they ruled the rest of who didn't play sports. I was the type who wasn't very into that nonsense; I was a businessman, just like my father and grandfather, and every other man I'm a decedent of.

John was a football all star, a wide receiver. He began to court Ivy and I was furious. She had never agreed to go out with me if it was anymore than just to study, but with him she went everywhere. I hated him for taking her away, for taking what was rightfully mine.

We graduated and went off to different universities. One day I came home to find Ivy waiting for me at home, I was so happy. I thought she had finally come to her senses, but I was wrong. She wasn't there to be with me. She was there to give me an invitation to her wedding with him. I nearly killed her right then and there. Now that I think about it, I should have done just that and spared myself the pain of knowing she would never be mine.

Instead I did the next best thing.

Katniss' POV

Snow never loved me. I refer to him by his first name because he's never really been much of a father. He's beaten me ever since I can remember, he's never cared for me. He hates me for what my mother did. She left him. My mother left him for another man, and she left me too. I didn't know who to hate the most; the man who had "raised" me by beating me, or the woman who brought me into this world to make me suffer at the hand of my own father.

Truth to be told I hated them both. I didn't know how could a mother abandon her baby and leave her with this monster. But somehow, past all the beating he gave me, deep down I felt sorry for him. It must have been hard to see the love of your life leave with someone else after having your child. Most of the time I didn't care for him, or for anyone for that matter. Well anyone with the exception of my dog Lady, Nana Mags, and only friend, Madge. They were the only people who really did love me.

I was snapped back to my reality when Snow kicked my side again. I clutched it, praying he wouldn't break anything. Of course he wasn't that stupid, though. He knew he'd be in big time trouble if he did. Sometimes I wondered if he beat my mom too, and if that was why she left. Then maybe, just maybe, I would understand.

He hit me again and I bit my tongue hard enough for blood to fill my mouth, I was holding back a sob from yet another forceful kick. I promised myself a long time ago I wouldn't cry.

No, I wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

Snow's POV

I tried to talk to Ivy. I tried to reason with her, make her see the mistake she was about to make but she wouldn't listen. John had her completely at his feet and it killed me. She had been the love of my life. She was the only woman I had eyes for, but she was going to marry another man. I went on my knees and begged her to leave him, to start a new life with me.

I would make her happy.

"Please, Ivy. You're making a big mistake," I said, begging on my knees while clutching her hands in my own.

She removed her hands from mine and shook her head, looking to the side.

"I love you. I always have, we can start all over. Just you and me." I offered desperately.

"But I love him." She said, meeting my eyes.

"You're crossing the line Ivy," I said a little colder, I stood and towered over her petite figure. "I've been your best friend forever. How can you just walk away from me and say you have no feelings for me?"

"Don't draw a line, Snow," she replied. "I do have feelings for you, but they don't go beyond that of a friend."

I walked closer, looking more threatening.

"If you marry him, consider our friendship over."

She winced a little at that before closing her eyes.

"Don't make me chose," Ivy whispered. "Because it will be him. It's always been him."

I took a step back as if I had been slapped. I couldn't believe it. I went towards her and tried to get her to kiss me. Perhaps then she would realize the mistake she was making. Ivy struggled against my hold.

"Snow, no!" she yelled. "I'm getting married and we are having a child!"

I froze and released her.

"Wh-what?" I asked, my eyes wide.

"A daughter," Ivy confessed.

I looked at her, hurt visible in my face. I sat on the couch and ordered her to leave. She tried to comfort me but I yelled at her to get out.

A daughter.

She was having a daughter with that… that scoundrel. That's when my brilliant idea came to mind. They had hurt me. She had hurt me. Tore my heart out and fed it to the dogs, and I would do the same to her.

It is needless to say that I didn't show up for the wedding. No, I had a plan to perfect. It had been about a year after our…little encounter. I found out where they lived and set my plan into motion. I hired a few goons to keep them busy to buy me some time. I went into the nursery and picked up the six month old child. At that moment I almost turned back.

Almost.

The infant had her mothers smile, but the thing that kept me going was the fact she had her fathers face and gray eyes. It reminded me of why I was doing it in the first place. My own eyes grew cold and the infant let out a whimper, letting everyone know she was scared.

"Katniss!" Ivy shouted.

"We'll give you anything, just don't take her," John said, pleading with me.

"Please, take me, but leave our baby alone." Ivy said, tears forming in her blue eyes that I had fallen in love with.

I smirked behind the mask that I wore. She could have spared herself all this pain if she had only listened to me. I walked away still holding the infant and ordered them to burn the entire place. I didn't know they survived until a few days later. It was all over the news. They were looking for the toddler, but I got us out of the state just in time and moved to District Two.

This is where I have been for the past sixteen years.

I looked at the girl. She laid there crumpled on the floor, clutching her torso while keeping in her groans of pain. I hadn't broken anything, I wasn't an idiot. I knew if the damage I'd done was visible if have police snooping about my business. I didn't need that.

I knelt down next to her and I saw her flinch. I had to admit, I relished in the fear I'd beaten into this girl. I grabbed her chin and forced her to look at me. She looked so much like her damn father, yet another reason I despise this child so much. She made a sound and I realized I'd tightened my grip; I didn't loosen it.

"Just remember girl, I'm allowing you to live." I released her chin and stood. "Do I make myself clear?"

She nodded slowly. "Yes, sir," she whispered in reply. I smirked, finding it amusing how fast she could go from furious to afraid, from tough to weak.

"Good."

Let me know what you think of it so far!

A quick thanks to not only Speedy08, but also BG-13 who helped write the original version!