Ok, so this is basically just a…continuation of Chapter 2. I'm still brainstorming ideas for a Chapter 3, but here's a little something to hold you until then. Enjoy! (:
I can hear my mother's screams drifting down the hallway from our room as I turn the corner, warily pulling the room key from my pocket. Rye and Eddy are with me for 'support', they had said, but I really just think it's because they want to see Mother threatening someone's life besides their own. Johanna tags along as well, and I fondly recall the first moment she'd met my brothers on the train and practically sexually harassed them in front of my parents.
"…with scratch marks on his back! Little skank!" Oh shit. Katniss is never going to forgive me for this.
"It's good you got lucky last night, little brother, because you're not gonna be gettin' any back for a long time!" Rye snickers. And for once, my asshole of a brother is right. I steel myself as I watch the little light above the door handle blink green and allow me to open the door.
Oh, shit.
Scattered across the floor are various, ahem, 'undergarments' of Katniss's. A pink lace bustier. A white silk slip. A matching purple leopard bra and underwear set. And sadly, a deep black lacey ensemble that I had actually been quite fond of. Standing in the midst of it all is Katniss, fuming from head to toe. You could literally almost see the steam coming out of her ears. Mother is storming around the room, pulling this and that out of drawers and tossing it behind her on the floor. We just stand there, watching her, until she finally seems satisfied with her work and storms out of the room.
"Well, that was…fun." Johanna snubs. I beg to differ.
"Let's just go. Peeta will clean this up later." Katniss strides out of the room and I follow, remembering what had once been a very pleasing black lace-filled evening.