Hey I've quickly written another chapter. Phew, 2 in a day!


Chapter 2

I could hear her breath in and out. The drug was taking its full on effect now. I could only hear sounds when I was at least five metres away from the source of it. My mind couldn't concentrate and I was really heating up now.

The cold tiles of the kitchen felt weird but made me relax a bit more. Our living room was right near the kitchen, without a door to separate the two rooms because we were so poor. And when I spent money on booze I wasted money. No wonder she always got mad when I purchased some Heineken.

I opened up a cupboard where all the cups were stored and made my way over to the tap. I kept watching Katniss. She is so cruel and controlling. I am an adult. I can do what I liked thank you very much! She wasn't my mother… My mind only thought about Katniss and her traits that made me fuming mad. She drank too. Why was she the one who always took the credit? She is nothing in this world…

I never usually thought about my wife like that but I was beginning to now. Bizarrely, I filled the kettle with water and pressed the 'heat' button. I wasn't in control of my own mind and I was getting myself worked up.

I paced up and down the kitchen, always glaring at Katniss as if she was a criminal and I was keeping guard of her in case she broke out and started to kill innocent people. But she wasn't the criminal, I was.

"Peeta, is that you?" She woke up and noticed I was there. Shit! I stayed silent, not willing to co-operate with her anymore.

"Peeta? I can see you. Please, I'm so sorry for kicking you out earlier, it wasn't right." I could hear (just about) the regret in her voice. I didn't know why but I felt fiery anger build up inside me.

The kettle had stopped boiling now. Just in time. I grabbed it by the black, hot metal handle and walked over to where she sat up, dazed.

"Hello Katniss."

"Hi. What the hell?" She suddenly looked at the kettle with suspicion and soon realised my intentions because then she ran; she ran up the creaky stairs into our room.

"Katniss, you need to learn that you don't own me." My voice was haunted and unrecognizable. I walked slowly, with all the time in the world, up the stairs. I stopped at our door.

I opened it bit by bit, peering in.

I could see her, curled up, crying. Like a baby, like a wimp. Her arms were wrapped around her legs.

She looks up at me and doesn't do anything. Or say anything. She just watched as I inched closer and closer to her and removed the top of the kettle.

I only realise what I am doing as the scalding water cascades onto her, burning her skin. She shrieks in pain.

"Oh my FUCKING god! No!" I quickly moved the kettle away from her body and dumped it on the bed. The water splashed everywhere and dampened the duvet.

"Why? Peeta…" She looked at her burnt, damaged and scared body and looked back up at me. She buried her head in her arms and just built a brick wall around her; she cut me out of her life.

"No. Please. Please. Please! I'm sorry. The drug, the drink…" I felt the air becoming hotter and hotter as I pleaded for her forgiveness, "please…"

Darkness seduced me and I collapsed.


This chapter is very emotional and violent. Peeta can't control himself because of the drug. :(

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HungerWizard