Like Father Like Daughter
Chapter two: three years later
I woken up with a groan for my bed was cold. I stretched out my finger, in seek out midnight's warmth but found nothing but a pillow on the comfortable mattress. It wasn't until I felt a purr against my feet that I sighed. Damn Cat, always tangled around my feet. I wasn't usually the cat type person, preferred dogs, but when I found Midnight, I couldn't say no, to those liquid amber eyes. So I took him in my own house in Victor village.
Yeah, I live in my own house, for about a year when I turned eighteen. I got sick and tire of my fathers place. No matter how I tried to keep his place clean it was pigs sty. Though I couldn't blame my father Haymitch. His life was tough, first he wins the second quarter quells, and loses his family. Then he moved on with his life and married my mother Lucy twenty years ago. Except my mom died from cancer ten years ago or had something along those lines. That Haymitch gave up and started drinking his pain away along with failing in keeping tributes alive until I was reaped.
Turns out they rigged the poles so I was defiantly reaped; but I sure proved them wrong, that Abernathy is toughed to kill. Winning the Seventy-first hunger games. However President Snow had plans for me. He made me an escort and I don't mean what Effie does for a living. I was depressed for a year and President Snow gave me a decision to be an escort for customers and attend them to event and celebrity dates or be a prostitute. I chose escort, I rather be bored than selling my body. Including my hobby to get away from the pain of the memories, and that was singing. Becoming the Capitol canary. Haymitch hated what I was doing for them. But I had no choice; it was either that or him burry six feet under.
Midnight meowed crawling up till he rested his head on my chest. I sighed and rubbed behind his ear to receive a purr. I smiled and continued to scratch his ears. It wasn't long until the phone rang, that Midnight got off me so I could answer the bloody damn thing.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Hello sweetheart." Said a flirtatious voice.
I rolled my eyes. "Good morning, Finnick."
"Awe, can't give a proper greet." Finnick teased.
I rolled my eyes once again with a snort this time. Since winning the Hunger Games, I became personal friends with some of the victors. Manly Johanna, Finnick, Beetee, Wiress, and Mag, though Finnick is the only one who like to call me dead early in the morning. Looking at a clock to see it was seven O'clock in the morning. Doing the math, it would probably be four O'clock.
"It's seven in the morning, and your chipper than a woodchuck. Let me guess drank coffee or got la—"
"Coffee," Finnick interrupted with a laughed. "You know I love only one woman."
That's true. Finnick maybe a womanizer to the Capitol since President Snow forced him into Prostitution. But his true love and emotion, the woman who claimed his heart was Annie Cresta. I only met her, a handful of times. Poor thing, she was victor before me and experiences the most traumatizing way than any victor with in three generation experiences. Was forced to watch your tribute partner, be beheaded. I may had saw Mike's death when he fell into a wire trap slitting his throat. But an execution was way out of control. Though it brings a smile in knowing Annie has somebody who patient enough to wait for her.
"How is she?" I asked.
". . . She's getting there." Finnick breathed. "In fact she's getting better. She's talking more to me Mags and me."
"That's good to hear. So what so important that you called."
"Happy Hunger Games!"
When he said that I stiffen and running toward the calendar to what today's date. When I saw the read skeleton I drew. Damn it, I forgot about the reaping. Ever since the seventy-second I intentually try to forget about the Hunger Games. Unlike Haymitch who drinks his sorrows away. When Finnick figured out I was avoiding this subject two years ago. He confronted me saying my tributes needed me, and then gave me a kiss of luck. Because of him, I was able to get District Twelve Tributes to the final ten, but unable to get them home.
"Why, oh why did you have to remind me?"I groaned sitting on the bottom step of the stairs.
"Because you asked me too." Finnick replied. "I know this is tough for you Blaine, but you need to focus. Those kids are going to need your help if Haymitch does nothing. Remember it's because of you that the previous tributes made it for so long."
"But I still couldn't save them." I sniffed about to cry.
"Neither on my department." Finnick breathed. "I could only save Annie ever since then been tough."
He's right, Annie was Finnick only success in District Four Victor after him, and before him was Mags. Three of the other wise victors passed away from old age a few years back. Usually before Mags, District four practically won once in every five years. Until District two became brutal. If I didn't know better, I would say they were Spartan. Sighing and listen to Finnick.
"There's more," I said.
"Be aware that Snow may have something up his sleeve for you. You maybe an escort but you're also nineteen. He may change his mind."
"I know. ... I know Fin." I breathed.
"Blaine, you know you can lean on me. You're practically a sister to me."
"Thanks Finnick, I truly appreciate that." I said with a smile as Midnight climb onto my lap. Finnick was always like an older brother I never had. In fact, before I was born, Haymitch thought he was going to have a son. But when the nurse came in with a pink blanket, his world shattered that he gave me a boy's name. Though he treated me like girl I was definatlly a tomboy. That made Haymitch proud. But with Finnick, he treated me like a girl, like his own sister.
"I better get going, see you at the Capitol." Finnick said.
"Yeah, see yeah." With that said, I hang up.
I continued to pet Midnight before it was time to get ready for the reaping. I'm going to try harder this year to get at least one of the tributes home. I was also a sponsor, since singing at the capitol, gave me an opportunity in having a second account that went to the hunger game. Though use it for medical or emergency reason.
So getting up I took a shower, finishing prepping up before styling my brown long hair and put on a grey suit from the Capitol. Opening the bag I receive from my new stylist, since my previous one retired from the games. I stopped if not stagger at the garment. It wasn't a suit but a dress. What the hell, I requested a suit not a bloody cocktail dress. Pulling out and hang it on the door taking a look of the outfit, this stylist send me. It was a stretch black bandage dress with silver accent trim around the waist, sleeve cuffs and down the front. It was also a V-neckline in the front and back follows by ribbons in certain place. You know what, I kind of like it. Sure it was to my knees, but it looks suffisicated as well. Guess, when I meet this stylist I'll thanks them.
So putting it on follow by black heels, I grabbed my personal belongs in my purse and grabbed Midnight. I never leave him home alone in the one month absent. So I take him to the Capitol and Besides Effie loves him. I snickered and went two houses down to Haymitch house. Midnight hissed jumping out of my arms. He didn't like the smell. Sighing and telling the cat to wait there, I went in to find Haymitch asleep on the couch. Taking the knife out of his hand, I dumb a bucket of water on him.
This woke him up instantly that he started attacking. Being raised and train by this man, I blocked his every move and grabbed his arm pinning him to the table.
"Morning dad," I giggled kissing him on the cheek.
When he realized it was me, he relaxes. I let him go and he stood up. "Morning' sweetheart."With that said he kissed me on the cheek. Only when were alone does he act like a father. His reputation was important to him, though in vain it was from his drinking. He eyes my outfit and scowled, shaking his head, like any fathers would do.
"Whatever gets clean up; Today's the reaping and we got to be there early." I ordered.
Haymitch mutter some insult about the Capitol. But went up to take a shower while I try to find him some clean clothes; if there are any left . . . in this dump. I found a decant shirt and some clean pants. Setting them by the door, I made breakfast for us. Manly cheese buns, bacon and egg. I got some juice and put a table spoon of spirit. I know it's wrong to put fuel on the fire. However on this day he needs to let go. This was my life for the past ten years. And it's probably going to be like this.
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