Chapter 3

As I turn on the water, I take off Peeta's shirt and step into the warm water. No. Not hot enough to wash off the filth of last night's act. I finally get the shower to a hot enough temperature, and let my anger get the best of me. Ugh. Stupid Peeta. You think he'd miss that shirt if it accidentally ended up in the garbage?

"Or even better! The fire place. Ha!"

I end up having a conversation with myself, listing the harmful things I'd do to him and his belongings. With each hateful remark I scrub my skin harder and harder until I'm bright pink, like I spent too much time hunting in the sun. Maybe I'm just over reacting.. He did have work.. But, I mean, he could have said something yesterday. Ugh. How long have I been in here?

I get out, wrap the towel around myself and look at the clock. It's 9:30. I spent 2 and a half hours in the shower.. He's definitely gone by now. I put on a shirt and some pants, I reach for my jacket, but my hand just falls through the air. Right, it's at Peeta's. Well, I might as well go put on my boots... Nope, they're over there too. Oh well, guess I'm going barefoot.

I walk to his door feeling the mud squish under my feet. I turn the knob to see if it's locked... It's not. Okay, where would it be. Maybe I should retrace our tumbles. After we opened the door we went... The living room!

I walk into the room, my feet making a wet noise like I was walking through... Oh crap... Mud. I tracked mud into his house. Okay, don't worry Katniss, you'll find your stuff and then you'll clean this up. I look under the tables, the couches and every possible place in the god forsaken living room. Oh wait! This morning he said he found my clothes, he could have moved them.. He spent a lot of time in the kitchen this morning...

While walking to the kitchen, I think about the scene this morning. Peeta woke up early just to make me breakfast.. Not just breakfast... A FEAST! And how do I repay him? By storming out and acting like a five year old who got coal for her birthday instead of a new set of arrows... I was just being selfi.. "OWWWWW" As I turn the corner into the room, there's a sudden pain in my heel.

The thing that was once a gorgeous meal is now scattered across the kitchen. There's glass every where, stains on the wall from food, and holes in the wall from punches and plates.. Oh, Peeta.. I really messed up this time. I try to avoid the minefield but fail miserably. With every step I take, I feel the crunch under my feet. There isn't a single spot that doesn't have glass on it... How hard did Peeta throw these to cause such damage? Okay, my feet can NOT handle this anymore, I'm going to check upstairs.

Before I even get into his room, I see my clothes laying in a bundle on the floor. Okay.. Now to clean up the mud and...Why is the shower running? I dropped my clothes, and walked cautiously to the bathroom. I get to the door, but stop myself from going in. What if he lied to me? Maybe he didn't have fun last night and he was just trying to get rid of me. I start to turn around, but then I realize something.. I'm standing in a puddle. I look down, and see the water streaming from under the door.. but it has an odd red tint to it.. oh god..

"PEETA!"

I burst through the door, and there he is in the shower hugging his knees to his chest, his face barely visible through the water with the shower door wide open. He has cuts on his arms and legs, and they look pretty bad. I run over to him. What do I do, do I treat his cuts? Do I take him out? Prim was the one who was good with this sort of thing. Something makes me touch the side of his face, and brush the hair out of his eyes. Those eyes. They're not happy, and twinkling like always. They have that sadness and fear an animal has when they know they've been broken, right before they take their final breath.

"Oh Peeta." I whisper, more to myself than for a response from him. I sit down next to him, and pull him into my arms, with his head on my chest. I stroke his golden hair, to try an calm him down. Suddenly he's sobbing.

"I... I'm so..o.. soorry..Katniss"

I continue stroking his hair, "It's all okay Peeta. I'm right here. Shhh, It's going to be alright"