A/N: So this is my first three-shot (possibly only two-shot, but who knows) and it is a sequel to The Mockingjay's Daughter. It isn't necessary to have read that first, but just know that Freesia is around sixteen or seventeen and she does know what her parents have went through. Reviews are welcome- Enjoy!
I like when my father hums.
He rarely does so, and the same can always be said for my mother. Every once in a while, though, I'll catch him, like now, a soft little song leaving his lips as we work on making cinnamon-apple bread. My favorite.
I don't even realize that I'm humming along until I feel my father's eyes on me. I turn and look into-
Black. Flat black.
I don't even have time to react before I am slammed up against the wall, my father's arm across my neck, his usually-comforting voice now growling into my ear.
"Where is she?"
I gasp. I can barely breathe. "Who?" I manage to squeak out.
His arm lifts a tiny bit and my feet leave the ground, completely blocking my airway.
"I ASKED WHERE SHE WAS. I KNOW YOU KNOW WHERE SHE IS."
His voice is loud and violent in my ear and my heart nearly stops, both form lack of oxygen and from fear.
"TELL ME WHERE KATNISS EVERDEEN IS!" he yells, and spots start swimming before my eyes.
"Peeta!"
My mother's voice meets my ears. My father turns to look at her in the doorway.
"Let her go! Not real, Peeta, it's not real!" she starts saying.
My father's grip loosens and I black out. I'm not even aware of hitting the floor.
A/N: Reviews are always welcome!