Hello everyone. :] I decided to start a new story in addition to my other one. :] So yes Enjoy:] This whole story is in Katniss' POV

I'm sitting in our living room watching TV when I hear footsteps stomping outside. I quickly shut off the TV and run upstairs. I go into the bathroom and pretend to clean. "Katniss?" I hear Gale call as he stomps up the stairs. "Where are you?" "I-I'm cleaning the bathroom." I say. He walks in and I start scrubbing the bathtub. "Oh. Okay." He says and leaves. I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding in.

I hear a glass breaking downstairs. "Shit." I hear Gale say. "Katniss, why did you put that there?!" I stand up and close the bathroom door and lock it. I hear him stomp up the stairs again and fear creeps through me. He tries to open the door then starts banging on it when he realizes it's locked. "Let me in!" He shouts. I stand up and open the door just a little.

He pushes it the rest of the way open and takes a step towards me. I walk back until my legs hit the bathtub. "Why'd you do that?" "I-it I-I-I didn't know." I stutter. He grabs the back of my neck and starts pushing me out the bathroom door and down the stairs. He throws me down on the glass and my hands get cut up. "Clean it up!" He demands. "O-okay." I say tears clouding my eyes. The phone rings and Gale goes to get it. I hear him arguing with someone and then the conversation ends with him saying, "Fine." He walks out to me and I wipe my tears with the back of my hand. "I have to go back to work." He says then grabs his coat and leaves slamming the door behind him.

I stand up and look at my hands. I go to the sink and wash them which makes them sting horribly. This happens almost every day. Gale will get mad and blame me for whatever is wrong. I have so many bruises and scars. I married Gale thinking that I needed to get away from the past. Get away from everything that had anything to do with the Games or rebellion. That was the worst mistake I've ever made. I would leave, but I'm afraid. If I got caught trying to leave, who knows what Gale would do? I don't tell anyone either. I only ever told Haymitch over the phone, and he told me to come home to district twelve, but I didn't.

Later Gale will come back saying he's sorry, but after him saying it so many times, it's lost all meaning. Sometimes Peeta sends me letters, but Gale always throws them in the fireplace or tears them. Then he hits me. Peeta. I know he'd never hurt me. I always think about going back and being with Peeta, but like I said before, I'm afraid.

I decide to go call Haymitch. Last time I called he said that Effie was trying to get him to stop drinking. I dial his number and after three rings he answers sounding, surprisingly, sober. Wow. Did Effie actually get him to quit? "Hi Haymitch." I say. "Hey sweetheart, you finally come to your senses about leaving?" He asks. "I want to, but I can't." I say. "Well, why the hell not!?" He yells. "Why are you so angry?!" I ask. "Well, there's a boy here that would treat you amazing despite all the shit you put him through, but you decide to stay with the one who beats your ass every god damn day!" I try to say something, but I'm speechless, so all that comes out is a squeak. Tears roll down my cheeks. "I'm sorry sweetheart, but you need to come home." I sniffle. "I know, but-" "Katniss." He says sternly. "What if he catches me?" I ask. "He won't, just go when he's at work, you said he's almost always at work." "He'll come after me." I say. "Fine sweetheart, if you want to stay there being beaten and raped you go ahead." He says and hangs up the phone.

I slam the phone down and curl up into a ball on the floor sobbing. I take my wedding ring off and throw it across the room. Why do I wear that stupid thing? I crawl over and pick it up and stare at it. I crawl to the fireplace and toss the ring into the flames. I scream while the ring is engulfed by the flames. I run upstairs to the bedroom and close and lock the door. I lay down on the bed thinking. I don't know when Gale is gonna be back, so I can't leave tonight. I'll go tomorrow a while after he leaves for work. I'll pack tonight then hide the suitcase in the basement, no one ever goes down there.

I slowly get up and take the suitcase from under the bed. I open the dresser and scoop up all my underwear and socks and throw them messily into the suitcase. Then I walk over to the closet. I pull all my clothes off the hangers and shove them in. I go to my bedside table and open the single drawer. I take out four things. The locket and pearl Peeta gave me, my parent's wedding photo, and my father's plant book. I open the locket and take Gale's picture out of it and tear it, all the pieces falling to the floor. I'll replace it with one of Peeta when I get to district twelve. I put the locket around my neck and the plant book and photo carefully in the suitcase. I put the pearl in my pocket and close the suitcase. I drag it down the stairs, it thumping on each stair, and to the basement. I open the door and walk down the creaky wooden stairs. I put the suitcase at the bottom of the staircase then run back up.

I realize I never finished cleaning up the glass, and I don't want Gale to get mad, so I go clean it up. When I'm done I go back up to the bedroom and turn off the light. I crawl under the covers, and try to fall asleep, but I can't. There's too much on my mind.

I hear the front door open downstairs and close my eyes pretending to sleep. I hear him walking up the stairs and into the bedroom. He sighs then goes into the bathroom. He comes out a minute later and gets in bed. I feel his eyes on me and hope he can't tell I'm awake. He turns around, and I eventually fall asleep with one thing running through my head: I'm going home.

I wake up and sunlight floods into the room. Gale isn't in bed and I don't hear him downstairs, so I conclude that he'd left already. I sit up and stretch. I quickly hop off the bed and run downstairs. I'm still in my normal clothes so I don't need to change. I open the basement door and walk down, the stairs creaking with every step. I grab the suitcase and carry it upstairs. I open the front door and Gale is standing there, his hand looking like he was about to open the door. I freeze. He looks at the suitcase and back up at me."What are you doing?"

Thanks for reading. Feel free to give me suggestions to make this story better. :]