As it happens I can be less than nice when writing fanfiction. This is rather a sad one shot, and there is no kindness, nor is there a happy ending. This is slash, Peeta/Cato and Angry!Peeta, Cheater!Cato and they're married. Do review I should like to see what you all think and to be sure I own nothing to do with the Hunger Games, I've also no beta.
I drew breath in sharply, the images and thoughts, realisation. It came flooding in great torrents, it hit me with such force for a moment I knew not how I ought react. How he could have done something that so blatantly disregarded my life and feeling doubtless he was not made of the stuff great men are made from. This moment truly was the stuff of nightmares.
"Peeta, just say something please" Cato's voice was small and pleading, so uncharacteristic.
"Get out" The words were cold and held such anger and I gave him a look and if looks could kill he'd have been hung and shot.
Cato looked at me, his eyes were watering. He was going to cry, a wry smile curled at my lips, a year ago I'd have chastised myself for this act of pettiness. But now, none of that matters, convictions and morality seem to be so lowly valued.
"Peet, let me explain, just let me"
"What!" I shrieked "Just what is there to explain, that we've been married some years now and you think it perfectly fine to go a fuck some slut! Am I too boring for you? Am I a prude?!"
"No, Peeta it's not that, just le-"
"No, do you have any notion of just what fidelity is?!" I was filled with a sudden bravado, anxiety coursed through me and it gripped me and filled me. The words came tumbling out in a frenzy.
"Peeta, I was drunk-I didn't know what I was doing"
I scoffed "You didn't know what you were doing, and that just makes everything alright, doesn't it? You're a grown man Cato, grow a pair and take responsibility for your actions"
"But Peeta-"
"Out. Now" These words came from my mouth with little emotion and yet they conveyed all I wished to say.
Cato looked as if he might resist my words once more, his face was that of thought aside from shame and guilt, up and left he went without a second word and for the first time in years I broke down into absolute hysterics the second the front door slammed shut.
Fin
