Chapter Two.
It wouldn't be strange to get a card from Finnick's dad if he didn't try to beat me to death or if he wasn't in prison.
The only reason I know this is his Fiather's name is because it was in the police report.
I can feel my throat get tight. Finnick's Dad got locked up in jail. I don't remember how long for, but it was for over a year. He wouldn't or shouldn't know we are engaged.
He shouldn't know where I live either yet, here I am with a letter from him.
I look down at the Linda engraved in my arm and shutter.
Linda is Finnick's Mom's name. When his Dad captured me he took out some of the rage he felt for her on me. He dyed my hair to make me look more like her. He beat me several times. He finally engraved Linda into my arm when he felt I was worthy.
I pull out my phone and dial Finnick.
"Hello?" Finnick says.
"Can you come here please?" I ask softly.
"Why? What's wrong?" He asks.
"I got another congratulations card." I say softly.
"Okay?" He says unamused.
"Finnick it was from your Dad." I say.
"Annie are you sure?" He asks worried.
"Well, I don't know his handwriting but, he signed the card." I say.
"He's in prison Annie." Finnick says.
"I know. Which is why this is so creepy. He shouldn't even know we are engaged."
"You can send letters from prison." He says.
"How would he know where I live? How would he know we are engaged?" I ask worried.
"It just said Congratulations right?"
"Yes." I say.
"That could mean more than one thing. It could mean congratulations because I graduated." He says which makes sense except for one thing.
"Then why didn't he send it to your place?" I say.
"I don't know." He says softly.
"How does he even know where I live?" I ask.
"I don't know and it's not like anyone we know would've visited him. He shouldn't know where you live or that we're engaged" Finnick says.
"Exactly."
"I don't even know anyone from that side of the family so I don't understand." Finnick says.
"This is creepy." I say. "This is like I Know What You Did Last Summer. When you think the killer is gone but then sends another note that says 'I still know.'"
"That was a movie." He says. "We should just call the police to make sure he's still locked up." Finnick says.
I nod.
Finnick comes over and then calls the police. Finnick's Dad is still locked up but, the clerk suggested that I go down there for other security purposes.
"Do you want me to go with you?" Finnick asks.
I shake my head.
"It's not like I'm going to be speaking with him. I'm just going to be talking to an officer or someone." I say.
Finnick nods and kisses my cheek.
"Call me right after." He says and places his hands on my cheeks. He kisses the top of my head.
"Won't you be at work?" I ask and place my hands on top of his.
"This is more important." He says and kisses me and takes his hands off my cheeks.
"I'll be fine." I say.
"Okay." He whispers and kisses me. "But call me right after."
I smile.
"Don't worry. I will."
I go to the police station and they confirm he is still locked up. They also ask me lots of questions. I don't know the answer to most of them.
"Have you gotten any other messages or letters?" They ask me.
"No, or none that I noticed." I say and she nods.
"I think we have everything. If something like this happens again please call the police." She says.
I stand up and am about to leave when I think of something.
"What would happen if I visited him?" I ask.
"That would not be ideal Annie, that is probably what he wants." She says and I know she is true. This guy is a stalker and likes to watch his prey.
"I think it would make me feel better to see that, he is in fact locked up." I say which isn't a lie.
"Alright but you don't need to talk with him."
"I know." I say.
I get taken to a room that shows cameras of all the cells. I see him sitting in there and he is writing.
"Does he send lots of letters?" I ask. The man looks at a book. "Not really."
"Okay." I say.
"Seen enough?" He asks and I nod. "Remember call the police if anything else happens."
I nod. I get back in the car and drive home. I call him when I get home.
"So?" He asks.
"He's still locked up. The police told me to call if this happens again." I say.
"Hopefully this doesn't happen again." He says.
"It's still bothering me how he knew where I lived and how that card got into my mail slot." I say.
"Me too." He whispers.
"Isn't this ethically wrong?" I ask Finnick as I take a bite from my cake.
Finnick and I are getting free wedding cake samples at a really nice bakery. It's giving the illusion that we are going to pick this place to make our wedding cake when in fact we already know. Peeta offered to make our wedding cake and we happily accepted.
It's been almost four months since that card incident and nothing has happened, I think it was just some creepy thing that happened. Although I still wonder how he knew where I lived.
The wedding plans seem to be coming along. We still aren't very far but the guest list is coming together and we picked out a cake. The matter of a date still hasn't come into play but it's not like we are putting down a deposit somewhere. We actually won't be putting one down anywhere because we are getting married on a beach. We have a nice secluded one all lined up. It's just the matter of actually finishing school.
I talked to my school advisor and she said I may need to take a few more classes next semester. My timeline got messed up after I was almost beaten to death. I'm going to try and take them online. I want to marry Finnick this year. I don't want a long engagement I just want to be Finnick's wife.
"No. We don't know the exact cake we want." He says with a smile and feeds me a bite.
I lean in closer to him.
"But we aren't going to use this bakery." I whisper.
"But we can give Peeta ideas." He whispers back.
I roll my eyes but take a bite of the chocolate mousse cake.
I smile.
"Try this." I say and feed Finnick.
"Good." He smiles. "Better than the red velvet and the strange vanilla chocolate chip." He says.
"Do you think Peeta could make something like this?" I whisper.
"Peeta could do anything cake wise. Besides, he's my best friend. He just wants to make us happy." Finnick says and I smile.
"True." I say and kiss him.
I hear my phone alarm go off.
"I gotta go to class." I say and kiss his cheek.
"Okay, I'll just take care of this." He smiles and motions towards the sample cakes.
"You're a better liar than I am." I kiss the top of his head. "Love you." I say.
"Love you too." He says.
I turn to leave and I see the baker head to Finnick. I'm sure Finnick can just say we loved them all so much that we don't know yet. Although I wouldn't buy that.
"You got mail." Peeta says as Finnick and I come in. After class Finnick and I went out to lunch/dinner to Tom + Cheese it's the place we technically had our first date. It's nothing special, just a grilled cheese place but, they have dessert grilled cheeses on donuts which are to die for.
"Probably more congratulations cards." Finnick says.
"The initial drop off happened already." I say.
"It's probably a part of those relatives we don't know so they just got word." Finnick smiles. "And if they cared enough to send a card I think they would send a nice gift as well." He smiles and I roll my eyes.
Finnick rifles through their stack of mail. He pulls out some bills and the presumed congratulation card.
"Peeta this doesn't have a return address." Finnick says.
"Someone must've dropped it in the box." Peeta says unamused.
"Finnick-" I start.
"It's fine." Finnick says knowing what I am thinking.
Finnick tries to hide it from me after he reads it.
"Just junk." Finnick says in an unconvincing tone. "Peeta, Annie and I went looking around for good cake ideas today." Finnick says trying to distract me.
"Cheating on me already?" Peeta teases.
"Annie loved a… what was it called Ann?" He asks.
"Chocolate mousse." I say.
"I could experiment and try to make you a nice one. But I was hoping to go for something with coconut because of the white, it has to do with wedding." Peeta keeps talking up some coconut cake. Personally I wouldn't mind it. It would probably taste good.
But my mind is still on that card Finnick just got.
Make sure to pick out a nice cake. I'll see you soon.
