Author Note: This is my second Hunger Games story. This story is from Peeta's perspective. Check out the other story I'm currently working on at this link- s/9386076/1/Lost-and-Alone . I hope you enjoy this! I do not own the Hunger Games. All rights are to Suzanne Collins.

Chapter one

I was fourteen when my mother was finally removed from my home. My dad finally divorced her for being the witch that she was. She used to beat me and my brothers when my dad was away checking on other chain bakeries. He would never know because my mother threatened to do worse on us if we ever told. I'm sure he suspected when he would come home and see us covered in bruises. We would brush it off as injuries we got from wrestling each other or falling down outside.

My mother did worse things to me when I turned ten. I was the only one and to this day none of us know why she only did it to me, but she did. She would come into my room in the middle of the night and touch me. The first time she grew frustrated that I remained soft. I don't know why she thought I wouldn't otherwise. I was young, she was my mother, and I was terrified. Did she really expect my body to react in a positive way? The next time she came into my room she brought a pill. She forced me to swallow it and then she began to touch me.

I didn't know what it was at the time, but now I know that she was giving me Viagra; forcing me to get an erection. She took my virginity at ten years old. My mother. It disgusts me to this day and I still find myself crying at night in my sleep. I'll have nightmares about her riding me to completion and slapping me every time I cried out for help or let tears fall down my cheeks. She would force me to touch her as well and afterword, when she left the room, I would crawl to the bathroom and throw up until I was heaving and sobbing.

She did this every time my father went away for four years. She did it so discreetly that my brothers never knew. One day my oldest brother, Naan, walked in on it. (He was seventeen at the time) He had been looking for his pain set, which I had borrowed a few days before. He saw me crying and was nearly beaten to death by her because he pulled her off of me. He went to the hospital because the injuries were so severe. My father came home from business straight away and the doctors told him that his injuries were obviously do to being hit repeatedly.

My father pulled my middle brother, Rye, aside and asked him what the hell had been going on. Rye, who was fifteen at the time, broke down and told him all the horrible things that had been going on. My father was disgusted at first, and then he broke down into horrible sobbing fit while he clung to Rye and I. He kept repeating over and over again how sorry he was and that he loved us. It made me smile.

My mother was arrested for abuse at first, and then later child molestation once Naan told Dad what he saw. Life was very peaceful after that. Time went by and Naan moved out on his own. My dad, Rye, and I had a happy life together and I really couldn't ask for anything more. Even though it's been three years I still grow uncomfortable around not only women but girls my age. My therapist, Dr. Aurelius says that this is due to trauma. Rye teases me about it sometimes, but deep down; it kills him to know why I'm like this.

Rye, Naan, and I all know that my dad has been dating someone. He never talks about her but we all know. We see it in the way he smiles, whistles love songs in the morning, has an extra spring in his step, goes out for a few hours every Saturday night, we know. It makes us happy to see him happy.

He currently has us all sitting around the family table for an important discussion. He walks in, and takes his time sitting down and getting comfortable for what he's about to tell us. We all look at him expectantly he takes a deep breath and begins.

"I've been seeing someone." He lets out with his exhale.

"We know." All three of us respond at the same time. Dad just laughs like that's the answer he expected.

"We got married two days ago."

This shocks all of us. That is definitely not what we were expecting.

"And you didn't invite us?" Rye laughs.

"It was a last minute; let's just go elope, kind of thing. She's currently packing up her things with her kids. They're moving in today."

I flinch. Dad notices.

"Peeta…" He starts, "She has two daughters. One of which is your age, the other is four years younger."

I try to control my rapid breathing. Three females will be permanently living under my roof in a matter of a few hours.

"Do-do I know them?" Sometimes it makes it easier if I know the people.

"No son. They're from a different town."

"Okay."

The doorbell rings.

"That's them. Peeta, are you sure you can handle meeting them right now?"

"Yeah, yeah dad. I can do it for you."

He smiles and heads to the door. We follow him as he greets a blonde women and her two daughters.

"Boys, this is Lily." He gestures to his new wife. She greets us with a warm smile, and steps aside to introduce her daughters to us.

"This is Primrose, but we all call her Prim." She gestures to the tiny thirteen year old who smiles brightly at us. She has blonde hair and deep blue eyes. She looks just like her mother.

"And this is Katniss." Instead of being met with what I expected to be blue eyes, blonde hair, and a warm smile; I am met with a bold pair of grey eyes, a brown braid, and a scowl that demonstrates the saying if looks could kill.

The difference in her shocks me. I feel as though I should be afraid, but I'm drawn to her.

"And this is Peeta, the youngest of my boys." My father pats me on the back. I tear my eyes away from Katniss to look at him. I hadn't even realized he was introducing us. I turn to look at Katniss again and she's eyeing me suspiciously. She's probably wondering why I'm staring at her. I quickly duck my head and stare at the ground.

I suddenly feel a pair of arms around me and I realize it's Lily. I freeze in her arms and do not return her hug. Suddenly I'm frightened and I pull away from her quickly and back into my dad, shaking. All three of the girls look confused. My dad never told Lily.

"Lily, Prim, Katniss. I'll talk to you guys in the other room. Boys, why don't you go bring their bags up to their rooms. Katniss and Prim will be sharing your old room Naan. When I step out the door I faintly hear Lily ask what's wrong, and if I don't like her. My eyes meet Katniss's eyes one more time before I walk out to the car. Her expression is cold and unreadable.

I assume that's something I'll have to get used to.

Well there is the first chapter! I hope you guys enjoy it! Please review!