Effie POV -
I could hear the sound of rustling but I shook it off as I was even more tired than usual this morning. The rustling continued to the point of it being impossible to sleep. Lazily, I opened my eyes to see Haymitch leaving slowly, shoes in hand.
"Haymitch?" I asked, sitting up slowly.
The white sheets fell slightly and I suddenly became aware of the fact I was naked. I covered my self up before turning my head slightly, remembering what had happened last night and what was happening now. I put the pieces together and it was obvious what was happening. It was just a one night stand.
"Look Effie, what do you want me to do? You and I... We're just too different."
I couldn't control the hot tears starting to drip down my face. I breathed in sharply to try and control myself before wiping the tears away quickly.
"Is that how you treat every woman? Make them feel special just so you can get in their pants?"
"Don't tell me you didn't want it too" Haymitch replied.
He was right, I knew last night it was just meaningless sex but I kept pushing it out of mind for hope he actually wanted me. I was wrong.
"I thought..."
"Well, what did you think?"
"I thought that we were going to be... Together." I murmured the last word quieter than a whisper.
How could I have been so foolish? I scolded myself for letting him play me like this. A surge of hurt and anger started to build up in my chest.
"That's not how life is sweetheart, we're not all over in the Capitol having parties, designer clothes and having a perfect life."
My pure hatred was reaching boiling point. I turned to face him, his face was creased, straightening out when he saw me. Almost as of he actually felt sad, but I didn't care.
"GET OUT!" I screeched.
Grabbing the nearest object to me and hurled it at the wall beside him. Pure shock was displayed on his face. He stared quickly at the vase that I had thrown before he reached for the door handle and exiting, slamming the door behind him. His heavy footsteps were audible through the walls, vanishing a few seconds later. My heart was racing. I sat in my bed in silence of a long moment until I put my head in my hands and started to cry. The tears were streaming into my hands as I shook with the emotion built up inside.
My eyes were puffy and sore by the time I managed to pull myself out of my bed. I clothed my naked body with my silk dressing gown, staring at myself in the long mirror opposite me.
How could I have let myself get so low? I asked myself repeatedly. The sudden hollow echo of a knock on the door followed by the voice of Katniss made my heart do a flip as I was not expecting it.
"Breakfast is on the table"
"O-okay" I stammered "I'll be there in a few minuets" I managed to stutter out the rest.
I silently hoped it was Haymitch, coming back to apologise.
I waited tensely for a long minute before relaxing, feeling safe to move again. I look round the room. It was an absolute mess. My favourite dress had been ripped a and was now scrunched up in the corner of the room from last night. The smashed violet vase lying in a million pieces joined by the red roses, now limp against the hard wood floor.
