Authors Note: I know some of you are probably thinking: Wait don't you have another story that you haven't finished? And the answer to that would be yes, I do have another story that I didn't finish and I am actually deleting that story because I just wasn't feeling it anymore. I didn't know where the story was going and I wanted to make sure it was the best for you guys so I was like fuck it and I started a new story. So, if you guys hate me after stopping my first story I understand but I would really like it if you guys give me another chance and read this story called "Fighters Love" I would really appreciated. Well here goes nothing..
Disclaimer: I own nothing! Suzanne Collins owns everything.
Made a wrong turn once or twice
Dug my way out, blood and fire
Bad decisions, that's alright
Welcome to my silly life
Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood
Miss 'No way, it's all good'
It didn't slow me down.
Mistaken, always second guessing
Underestimated, look I'm still around
Katniss (POV)
My eyes lock with cold, hard green eyes which belong to my opponent Clove Miller. I give her my signature cold, dark stare back and I mentally prepare myself for what I am about to encounter considering Miller is the Ultimate MMA Champion. Even though she's one of the best in the Country I still don't feel intimidated, I see the lights go dim twice which I know is the signal that we are about to fight, I step in the ring and look to my mentor Haymich and he just nods knowing that I know what to do. The ref signals for me and Clove to shake hands before me start but it only ends up being a quick slap of the hands, as the ref begins saying our names and announcing that if I win I will be the new Women's MMA Champion For Panen. I take this time to get my thoughts together and to try and remember the only thing that gets me in destroy mode. I slow my breathing and hope that Miller is prepared for the fight of her life.
Ding.
FLASHBACK:
"Please, just leave me alone" I say as loud as I can, hoping that he won't beat me anymore than he has already. I can feel the blood seeping through the back of my hand and im too scared to look at the gash he made on my arm. I made the mistake of not having dinner cooked, house cleaned, and looking presentable by the time he got home from work.
"Oh no no no, I don't think you learn your lesson yet." he picks me up my hair and throws me on the bed. I already know what happens next. He gets on top of me and grabs my face hard so I'm forced to look at him in the eyes. "Is it so hard to be a good girlfriend and do what I ask of you, haven't I treated you nice. Gave you everything you ever wanted, a house, nice clothes, nice car and all I ask is that when I come home is that I have dinner waiting for me. Is that too much to ask Katniss?" when I don't answer I receive a slap to the face.
" Answer me you worthless whore" I whimper in response, froze in my own fear and just wanting to wake up and see that this is all a horrible nightmare. He punches my stomach and I scream out in pain, he puts a hand over my mouth and gives me an evil smile.
"I'll tell you what Kitty, since all you seem to do is scream I'll put your vocal cords to use and make you do more than just scream." I shake my head vigorously but this only makes him undress me faster and before I know it im meant with excruciating pain, he laughs at my pureness and just keeps moving in and out. Tears stream down my face as I try my hardest not to scream, I try to move but he is bigger and stronger than me and just when it seems that this has been going on for hours and hours he finishes and pulls out of me.
He takes a break and then tells me too prepare to a second round when his phone rings, I silently thank whoever is calling him while he gets off of me and goes to answer his phone in the corner of the room I can't really hear who he's talking to but one thing he says sets me off. "Yeah, I had to teach her a lesson... Well of course the little whore... I mean her pussy was basically begging for more... (He laughs) Yeah I know, now only if that pretty little sister of hers was still alive man I would show her a different world."
I jump off of the bed, the only thing that I see is him and before I know it I hit him with a desk lamp he, falls to the ground with a loud thud and im on top of him banging him over the head with a desk lamp over and over again. I stop when I see that the lamp and all bloody, I wipe my face and get off of him and stand over him, but I keep replaying those words in my mind, I start punching and kicking him all over wanting him too suffer as much as I have over these 3 years of hell. I never had the guts to do this before but NOBODY talks about Prim like that... NOBODY.
I look at his motionless body and walk to the bathroom and take a shower, I get dressed and take all the money in his wallet and pack a small bag. I light a cigarette and go to stand over his body again.
"Now who's the bitch Marvel." and I spit on him. I run down the stairs and on my way out the door I grab the car keys and get in the car and drive away and never look back.
END OF FLASHBACK.
STOP! KATNISS STOP! I come back to reality and I'm meant with the ref in front of me with Haymich holding my arms behind my back. I look down and I see medics around Cloves unconscious body. I widen my eyes, I didn't think I would go this far. I walk out of the ring and I am met with reporters asking me a million questions, I push through them and go to my personal room where I prepare for matches. I close the door and look myself in the mirror and where I use too see a toy, weak, pathetic girl who would take beats from Marvel and apologize for everything but now I see is cold, hard, soulless eyes staring back at me, I look away from the mirror when Haymich walks in.
"You did good Sweetheart; I thought you were going to kill that Miller girl." Haymich says to me trying to lighten up the mood.
"I kept seeing him Haymich, over and over again." I whisper almost inaudible.
Haymich takes a seat next to me and pulls me close to him and I lay my head on his shoulder. "I know sweetheart, but that's not your life anymore. He can't hurt you anymore and I'll be damned if I let you sit here in self-pity over something you couldn't control at the time." He stands up and looks at me. "Now I'm going to go back out there and talk with the reporters and tell them that you need some time to take in that you're Champion, but tomorrow I expect you to be recovered and ready to train." and with that he walks out.
I'm not surprised that Haymich is giving me tough love; he's always been like that. He was the first person I learned trust when I came to Panem it just came naturally, he's like a father figure for me. When I told him what happened the first thing he did was give me a high five for beating the shit out of Marvel, then he let me cry it out on his shoulder like a baby and stay at his house while I wallowed in self-pity then one day Haymich came into my room and told me to get up he told me that he was going to help me relieve some stress and that's how I got into MMA. First it was kicking boxing then it gradually turned in to MMA, it really helped take my mind off of things and I learned that fighting was the only way to survive and deal with things. So when I got enough money I moved 2 house down from Haymich and started training with him ever since.
I get up and look back in the mirror. I should be happy, I got wanted to be Champion and show people that im strong and not a pathetic girl, but even with the money, fame, and medals. I can't figure out one thing. Under this entire tough exterior...
Who is Katniss Everdeen.?
So what did you guys think? Hate it... Love it... please review and let me know. I will update as soon as I can. I really like where this story is going and don't worry, Cato will be coming up soon:)... Until next time.
The song at the beginning was not mine; I don't own that song... But someone does, review with the artist and song title of the song you think that it is and I will give you a shout out in my next chapter and you will be featured in "Fighters Love" in some way... Once again I DO NOT OWN THE SONG. ALL RIGHTS TO THE RIGHTFUL OWNER.
-Nique