Cato and clove:
Chapter 2-Forever Stay with me
It just was like then. When the 7 year old Cato looked at me .'Clove? Is that you?' he asked while he looked at me. He came to sit next to me. He looked in to my eyes but I didn't look back because I won't let him see my weakness. 'Clove…I'm sorry. I shouldn't scream to you .' I looked at him a second. It seemed like he meant it. 'It doesn't matter ….I'm used to it.' I said quiet. I saw him look confused in the corner of my eyes. I bitted on my lip .
'What do you mean?' He asked . 'Do you really think I would go to the hunger games for bringing proud or honor to my district? I don't do it for myself. I do it for Travis!' I said thinking of my little brother. He was quiet a minute. 'Your brother?' He asked.
I nodded.
'I don't want him to grow up like I did .My father has… drank problems 'I look at the water that ripples . 'You don't need to tell me this if you don't want to. ' I look at him for a long time. He smiled at me. 'I want to tell you, I don't want you to think that I have a perfect life. The reason why I go to the hunger games is because of my brother. When I…''I took a deep breath' …If I come back, then I will be rich and then he never will live with my dad. He…'s in the hospital now. My dad got angry yesterday and…'
My eyes were hazy I tried to stop the tears so that Cato wouldn't see my weakness. But I couldn't stop them. It was the first time in in 10 years I had cried. The first time in 10 years that I let see my weakness. Of all those years that I lived with my dad ,I turned into a monster with no feelings. A monster who was destroying herself. I'm the perfect career. A career with no heart, no feelings and no heart. This was were I was born for. Born to kill.
I hoped he didn't see the tears. But he did. He laid his arms around me and wiped away my tears. For just this time I didn't care how weak I was. I felt me safe ,happy .Something I didn't feel for years. Something a career shouldn't feel.
'It will be okay, I promise' he whispered, his arms still around me. I smiled at the thought of my memories. 'What's wrong? 'he asked, while he saw me smiling.' Do you remember that day by the lake ten years ago?' I ask. He smiled and said: 'I do, I thought you forget it. That's how I found you. I remember that I brought you home that day' He grinned
'Can I take the lady home?' he said grinning in his most fake charming voice. I laughed. 'Sure' He took my hand and we walked away of the lake. Normally I would hit the person in the face when someone touched me like that. Because I became scared after all those years. I became scared of loving someone. In a blink of an eye the person could be gone. Gone forever. I never touched anyone like that except my brother. But I just let it happen today .'I don't want to go home' I said 'let's go to the hospital'
'Your will is law, Madame' he said it what looked like a butler in an old movie. I laughed. It was strange who he could make me laugh while no one else could.
The whole way he tried to make me laugh. He told all his funny stories of his trainers of the past years. When we stopped by the hospital I asked him;' Do you want to meet Travis? 'He look at me. 'It would be an honor'
I walked through different hallways. Until I was with Travis' room I watched him through the little window in the door. His little body was full of scars and wounds. He was only it would be his first reaping. It hurt to see him look that. I bited on my lip. If I came home faster he wouldn't be like this. I hated my father. I hated him what he had done to our family. He had ruined everything. It was his fault that my mother killed herself. He made her life so miserable that she couldn't life anymore. She had loved us. But she was killing herself inside. She couldn't handle it anymore. I had start to learn that feeling. But I couldn't give up. Because I never wouldn't leave Travis. I opened the door of his room. A smile appeared on his face when he saw me. I walked to him and gave him a hug. 'How are you?' I asked. His tiny hand who was in the plaster
'Better' he said quiet. I nodded. I looked at the ground. 'i'm so sorry!' I brought out. 'I should had been there to protect you. I should save you.'
'It wasn't your fault, clove.'
'Yes it was! I should stop him!' A tear flew over my cheek. It was already the second time that I had cried today.
'Clove?,' he asked after a minute. 'Yes?' '
'Please don't go to the hunger games' he started to cry.
'Travis,' I said while look him into his eyes ' we already talked about this. I have to go. I have to go for you and me. So that we can be happy again. Then we gonna live in the victors village without Him' I whispered while I gave him a kiss on his forehead.
When I saw Travis look at the door of his room I realized I totally forgot him. I looked at him and saw that Cato was waving at my little brother and he camo to Travis to give him a hand. 'Are you Cato?' Travis asked.
'The only real one' he said grinning' and you must be Travis. I heared a lot of you.'
The nurse came to say that we needed to go. 'Bye , Travis' Cato waved .'Bye' Travis responded.
'I'll see you tomorrow' I laid his pillow on him and gave him one last kiss. 'Sleepwell 'I said. He closed his eyes and fell asleep immeadliatly. I closed the door and looked a last time at him.
'You are the best sister ever.' Cato said.
'I'm not. I should had safe him. You don't know how terrible it was when I saw Travis laying on the floor. I thought he was dead and my father just laid in the sofa while my brother was almost dying. 'My body filled with anger.
'You couldn't help him, Clove. It' wasn't your fault.' He looked at me. 'Who protected you when you had Travis' age?'
I stared at his blue eyes who were filled with so much sadness. 'No one' I whispered.
We walked to my house. 'Here it's' I muttered. He nodded
Cato walked with me to the little brown house, where I lived whole my live .The house with so much bad memories. The house where my mother died, the house where my father started hurting me when I was 6. But it will change, I will win the hunger games for a better life. A life that I deserve.
'Will you be okay?' Cato asked worried when he saw the light in my house. I nodded at the same moment when I heard my father scream.
'CLOVEEEEE!'
'I'm coming! 'I screamed back. I sighed. 'Thank you for bringing me home 'I said to Cato and I really meant it. 'Are you sure that I don't need to come in?' He asked.
'I will be fine' I lied. Because I know that I wouldn't be fine. I know that I never wouldn't be fine If will live here any longer. I know that this night will be bloody for me. Just like every night. He doubted a second. 'Okay then. See you tomorrow. Goodnight,Clove.' He decided
'Goodnight.' He smiled and l walked away from my door. I opened the door and as soon as I opened the door of the living room. I smelled the smell of drunk and sweat. He looked at me, his face full of anger. 'WHERE WERE YOU! He screamed to me.
'That's none of your business! I answered cold. 'YOU DON'T TALK TO ME LIKE THAT!' He slapped me before I even could react. He pushed me hard to the wall. Blood streamed of my head.
I tried already so many times to defend me. But I never made a different. He may be drunk but he was still stronger than me. It only get worse when I defense myself. He laughed at me. 'You are so pathetic.' I tried not to slap him back, because I know he would break every single bone and I would go to the arena soon. He hit me 3 more times in my ribs. I moaned of pain. He wanted to hit me again. But the bell of the front door rang. 'Opened the door.' he yelled and he took his bottle of beer again.
I opened the door. Cato. He looked at me in horror. I stared at the ground. I felt the blood still stream of my head. 'What happen…? He asked. He stiffed. He looked at my dad who was sleeping in the sofa.' THAT BASTARD! I KILL HIM'. He wanted to run to my father. But I stopped him. 'You will only make it worse for me!' I looked right into his eyes.
'Come with me, Please. You can stay here! He Said.
'I care…about you. Why don't you see that?' He added.
My stomach had a strange feeling but I ignored it. 'Go home Cato. It's late and it's a big day tomorrow.' Before I could close the door, he stopped me. 'Here you dropped this' He gave me the golden medallion. It was of my mother. It's the last thing I have from her. In the inside there was a picture of me and my mother. We both smiled at it. When she was here I was so happy. She was the sun in my darkness. But she couldn't handle it anymore, she couldn't handle my father anymore. She commited suicide. I'm pride on my dark hair. It reminds me of her.
'Thank you' I whisper. 'Goodnight, Clove' I watched him leave my house. I closed the door and ignored the sound of the living room where my father is.
When I layed in my bed I realize that it's going to be a big, big day tomorrow.