Chapter 1

I look into his eyes. Brown. Cold. Unforgiving. I'm not letting him come.

"Lily, Daisy, Rose, Freesia, Prim, April, Lucas, Andrew and Mum can come. Sorry you're not coming David. I won. I can take who I want. I don't want you coming with us."

"You little worthless whore-"

"Don't you dare say that in front of a 10 year old, you pig."

His eyes harden in anger. Mine flash in determination. He is not coming. I don't want him there. In my house. Spending my winnings. Drinking my liqueur. Ruining my family. Again.

He tries to swing at me. I duck and kick him in the stomach.

"Ok guys go and pack your belongings in the bags under the bathroom sink. I will deal with this."

Lily, Daisy and Rose usher them all up stairs and mum trails behind giving me a look that says don't-get-hurt.

"You little bitch. what the fuck! Where the hell did you learn that? Why the fuck would you do that to me you little slut?"

"In case you've forgotten I just won the hunger games. And I am the youngest to ever win"

We all forward out of the little 2 bedroom house. Our small possessions packed neatly in 3 old suitcases. We make our way to the victor's village where our new life begins. I cant wait to get away from that dreadful house. that place holds too many bad memories. The beatings. Being raped again and again, listening to mum suffering through miscarriages, nightmares coming true.

I am Katniss Everdeen. 12 years old. The youngest winner of the 70th hunger games. Forth in sixteen children. Eight are dead. My father is dead. David is my step-father. He abused us. Raped my sisters. Raped me. He only cared for my brothers. It's not their fault. It's his. He will pay. He will burn in hell.

An excited squealing rips me from my brooding thoughts. Prim and April are running ahead of us all jumping and squealing about moving into a new house and having more than 2 bedrooms, while holding that damned cat. Buttercup. I should have k1illed it while I had the chance. But then I can never take something away from my baby sisters that they love.

"I have just realised that we will have Haymitch as a neighbour now. Agrrrrhhhhhhh." I groan. great. just great. I have to put up with Haymitch now.

"Who is Haymitch?" Freesia asks.

"He is my drunk mentor that helped me in the games. You know the one that fell of stage?"

"Oh okay. He is funny." Freesia giggles.

Haymitch Abernathy. Winer of the 50th hunger games. Drunk because that's how he deals with it. I haven't found a way to deal with it yet. I will soon enough.