*Ok, so this is my first Hunger Games FanFiction, and I got the idea to do a really long story, and this idea came to me...so ya. I hope you like this. If you don't, that's fine, but I think this story might actually be good. :)

I'm going to stop rambling so you can read!*

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CHAPTER ONE (Flashback)

Peeta's P.O.V.

"Katniss! Stop!" I yell, smacking the bottle from her hands. The bottle of beer flies from her grasp, and hits our bedroom wall with a loud smash. The liquid spills around the shards of glass, and I cringe.

Katniss turns towards me, her stormy gray eyes blazing. "What are you doing?" She demands, her jawed clenched. Her dark hair, once-beautiful, is stringy, and tangled. It hangs around her face, and always smells like alcohol. That's how I know when she's been drinking. Katniss always manages to get it on her hair, and I smell it on her, even if she brushes her teeth to hide the stench. She used to smell so wonderful-like the flowers in the meadow we used to spend so much time in. Now Katniss is an angry, sad alcoholic. All because of one little girl.

"You have a two-month-old daughter in your life!" I yell. I know I'll regret yelling at her later, but I feel so infuriated right now, it's all I can do is yell. "You need to find a way to control yourself!"

Katniss shrinks away from me, and slumps on the edge of our bed. "You don't understand..." She mumbles, barely audible. Her hand comes up to her face to wipe away the tears that start to fall.

"Of course I understand. We have a daughter, and you are still nervous about being a mother." I feel calmer now. My hands have stopped shaking, and my skin doesn't feel as hot as it did when I was yelling.

"She's your daughter. Not mine."

"Katniss, what are you talking about? Heather is your daughter!" I exclaim, bewildered. I can feel my anger coming back. How can she reject her daughter like that?

"You wanted her, not me." Katniss looks up at me, accusation in her tone.

I shake my head, and run a hand through my hair. I let out some hot air from my lungs, and face Katniss. "How can you say that? She is you daughter! We made her! You are her mother!" My voice starts out calm, but then it gradually gets louder, and I see Katniss press into the bed to get further away from me.

Katniss shakes her head a little bit, and I think she is shaking her head 'no' at me, but she puts a hand on her forehead, and leans foreword. I can see that she is swaying a bit, and she looks dizzy.

"Katniss? Are you alright?" I had caught her drinking when I got home, but she hadn't drank enough to be drunk.

"I think...something is...I might..." Katniss tries to stand up to grab my arm, but she falls, and I catch her just before she hits the floor.

She feels so limp in my arms..."Katniss...Katniss!" She's unresponsive. My anger turns to worry as I slip one arm under her leg, and my other arm under her shoulders.

Then I hear: Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!

My eyes snap open from the flashback. I'm gazing out of my bedroom window, looking over the backyard.

Four years. I think. It's been almost four years since she went to that hospital and didn't come back.

"Daddy!" Heather's voice interrupts my thoughts. My frown turns to a smile when I hear my daughter's voice.

I unlock the door for her, and she comes bustling in. Her dark hair has one messy braid on one side of her head, while the other side of her head has the rest of her hair thrown over her shoulder.

"Fix my hair, Daddy! I don't wanna wear pigtails!" She demands, stamping the floor with her little boots.

"Why don't you just let Delly make you another hairstyle?" I ask her softly. She is definitely a mini Katniss. Just as stubborn, and just as bad-mooded.

"I wanna wear it normal!" Heather cries, plumping down on my bed. Her arms fold across her chest, and she sits there, with a deep frown on her face.

"Please don't frown; it's not pretty when you frown." I plead.

Heather just rolls her eyes and stares out the bedroom and down the hall where Delly is approaching.

"Heather, Sweetheart, it's time to go to daycare." Delly says sweetly when she steps into the room.

"I'm not gonna go to school lookin' like this!" Heather states stubbornly. Delly and I cover our mouths to keep from bursting out laughing. "It's not funny!" Heather says, but a smile smile is playing at the corner of her lips.

"Heather, please let me finish your hair." Delly holds out her hand to the little girl, but Heather just tightens her arms around her body, turns her head and pouts.

"I'm only gonna go if Daddy does my hair like Mommy's."

Delly's hand drops to her side, and her smile twitches a bit. I can tell she feels a little hurt and uncomfortable with what Heather said. "Heather, you know you can't do-"

"It's ok, Delly. I'll do it." I cut her off, and move in front of her. "Just this once." I add on quickly when she purses her lips. She nods and heads out of the room, closing it behind her.

"Ok, Heather, turn around." I instruct my daughter. She turns around so that I can start on her hair.

"Daddy, can you tell me about Mommy?" Heather asks quietly. She knows I don't like talking about Katniss, but she's almost four years old, and she's getting really curious. It's only fair to tell her about Katniss because she is her mother. But I'll only tell Heather about Katniss before the alcohol.

"You know your mother had the most amazing voice when she sang. When we would go to the meadow that Delly and I take you to, she would sing as she picked flowers, and all the birds would stop to listen to her."

"I never heard her sing..." Heather sighs, fiddling with the end of the braid I just finished braiding. She's turned towards me now, her big blue eyes filled with tears. I pull her into my arms, and her head rests on my chest as she cries.

"Shhh...it's ok..." I whisper into her hair.

"Why did she leave?" Heather looks up at me, and it crushes me to see her look so sad. "Was it because of me? Did she hate me?"

"No, no." I say quickly. "She loved you very much." And as I say that, I wonder if that is really true. Or if it really is a lie.

*So there's the first chapter! If you have any questions, or if you maybe noticed something, PLEASE review! Constructive criticism helps! I want to be a better writer! Well anyway, thank you so much for reading, and a HUGE THANK YOU if you added this story to your favorites/followed it!

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