I wake up and feel that Chelsea is lying next to me. I feel the warmth of her body on my skin. I sigh. It's been almost three months since that Games.

Today, we must go on the Victory Tour. We will tour the districts. In each district, there will be a ceremony in our honor, a dinner our honor that only the wealthy can attend. I wouldn't mind all of the screaming fans, but the fact that they'll be screaming as if we're killers-which we are- isn't exactly going to be fun. I wish we could go back in time to the day we came back to District Twelve.

When we left my mother's house, instead of going over to my new house, we went to the Justice building. We ran up the large stairway, into the building, and ran over to the front desk.

"Can we get the marriage papers that we need to sign," Chelsea asked eagerly. The woman at the counter smiled at us and handed us the papers.

"Just sign on the dotted lines, put your initial where it says to, and you'll need to get a parent to sign it as well."

"Why," I asked, annoyed.

"You're not eighteen. You need a parent's permission to get married."

"Can we take these home?" Chelsea asked. The receptionist nodded. We looked at the papers. It said that one of each of our parents would need to sign it.

"They'll never sign this," Chelsea moaned.

"We could trick them. They'll never have to know that they signed it." She nodded and we ran back to Victors' Village. When we got there, we ran into Chelsea's parents' house. Her father was sitting at the table. He said "Why don't you two join me."

We sit across from him. I handed him a bunch of papers. "You need to sign these."

He nodded "I remember my parents needing to sign these." He signed the papers. When he handed them back to us, we took them and ran out the door to my mother's house.

My mother was sitting on her couch. "Hey sweetie," she said. I handed her the papers and said "You need to sign these. They're the finalizing papers that say that you acknowledge that I'll be living next door."

She nodded and signed the papers. She handed them back to me and we ran out of the door. I heard he say "Hey where are you going?"

We ran to the Justice Building. We flew up the stairs and ran to the receptionist. We handed the papers over and she said "Congratulations, you are now officially married."

I turned and kissed Chelsea.

We walked home.

That was three months ago, this is now. This is the time when the president forced us to get divorced. He said something about how he might need us to be single for a little while longer.

We have no idea what that meant, but when our parents found out, they were very distressed. They said that it might be something similar to what Finnick Odair had to go through when he was younger. All I know is that it can't be good that the president told us to get divorced.

I get out of bed and walk downstairs. To my surprise, Haymich is sitting in the living room. He's holding a letter in his hand.

I can tell that he's sober. The day that we got back, Chelsea threw out his alcohol supply. Then, she tracked down Ripper (the person who sells alcohol) and started to give her a month's worth of victor winnings for the rest of our lives. She will keep this up for as long as Ripper doesn't sell alcohol to anyone.

"This is from Finnick about your situation. We'll talk about it outside." He motions me to walk with him. We walk out of the house. We keep walking until we're out of Victors' Village. Then, he stops and turns to me. "Atticus, you and Chelsea are going to be sold to the highest bidders whenever you two are in the Capitol from now on. That's why Snow made you get divorced. It doesn't look good for him to be auctioning off married people. It could ruin his reputation."
"I won't do it. I won't let him force me or Chelsea to have sex with anyone we don't want to so he can make money."

"You don't get it, Atticus! He'll kill someone you love if you don't do what he wants."

"My family?" I ask nervously. He nods and says "You're lucky. Your mother and Chelsea are both victors. He won't kill them. He likes to watch the victors suffer. He'll never kill them. However, he will kill you father, your sister, your brother, and any friends that you have that aren't victors. You need to be careful."

I was breathing heavily at this point. How could I let President Snow use me and Chelsea like this? "What can I do?"

"Nothing. The only chance you have is if no one wants you two but that will never happen. You two are two of the most popular victors that there are."

I can feel all of my hopes of being with Chelsea collapse. I thought that maybe President Snow was just trying to stop the people of Panem from thinking that he is condoning underage marriage. I never thought that he would try to sell us in the Capitol for a profit.

All my hopes of having children with Chelsea are gone. I can tell that there will never be a happy ending for us. I wish that I could kill Snow. If he were dead, maybe we could be together. I only know that while he lives, I can't be with Chelsea.

Maybe… I'll propose to Chelsea on television. Wait, no, that won't work. She already said that I proposed during her interviews for the Games. How does President Snow plan to change that one?

At that moment, I see Chelsea's face and I am filled with anger. Not at the Capitol or President Snow. I'm infuriated with Chelsea because she knew about this and she didn't tell me.