Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games…or Catching Fire…or anything related to the Hunger Games Trilogy.

A/N: Rape…again. I really have no idea why I can write this; I just do. Anyways, pairing is PrimxHaymitch. So this fic is pedo-rape. Awesome, huh? :P Er…I'm really not in the right mind right now so just…[fill in the blank warning] and that should be all.

B/N: That's right; this is a present. Lemme see…how do I do this short and sweet? It's Sole's present so happy birthday, Sole! Yay…I think that was short and sweet. Or just short. :P


~Forever and Ever~

School was boring. Plain and simple. I, for one, didn't want to learn about coal, coal, and even more coal. I wasn't going to be a miner; it was already unofficially determined that I would follow in my mother's footsteps and tend to those who lived in the Seam district. All of this schooling was useless to me but I still wanted to do well. It always made me happy when I saw how pleased my teacher and my mother would be. I always kept up my grades and I made sure to remember as many facts as possible. Still didn't make it any more exciting. All day, I was waiting for that one bell to ring. The one bell that would let me trudge home to my mother. Perhaps there was somebody hurt. Healing somebody was much more productive than school.

It was cold outside. While going past the Hob, I couldn't help but wonder where Katniss was. Probably out with Gale…or Peeta. I knew she wouldn't want to be with Peeta though. They were still rather cold towards each other and with Gale still in the picture, Katniss could easily ignore Peeta. I let out a warm breath, watching the steam swiftly rise up into the air and disappear. The cool air pinched my cheeks and I was sure my cheeks had a rosy color to it. Unlike my sister, I had pale skin. Sure it was an attraction in the Seam but I always wished I could fit in. Tan skin would have been much easier during the summer when the sun blasted light and heat.

How much longer did I have to walk? It must have felt like forever…but it was most likely the snow. There was no clear path and the snow was still packed. It was a miracle I wasn't stuck yet. Just as I thought about how thankful I was, a hard wind knocked my books out of my arms. I was thrown back a bit and lost my balance. I brought my hands out as quickly as I could, resulting in several scratches on my hands. My hands burned as the ice came into contact with my skin. I thought it was fair to say that already, today was not my day. I gathered up my books and ignored the throbbing. I needed to get back as fast I could, just in case my mother really did need me.

I flew through the open door and ran up the flight of stairs. I dropped all of my books and schoolwork and rushed down, hoping to see a patient. Instead, I saw Haymitch and Katniss. Katniss had a small bruise across her cheek, obviously from a slap. Haymitch was tending to it, holding a pack of ice to the spot. Katniss looked down, slightly ashamed.

"I shouldn't have stopped him. But he was running away! I didn't want to lose him."

Haymitch had a stern yet concerned look on his face. "It's alright. Don't worry about him; he'll be fine by himself."

"But that's not why I stopped him! I would have gone with him if it weren't for Prim and my mother! Do you know how much it would break their heart if they knew I was gone? I couldn't do that to them."

"Sweetie, you had to choose. And you chose your family which is good because then, the Capitol can't get to Prim and your mother. Would you really have left them at home? Defenseless?"

Katniss turned her head, looking rather ashamed. "I was trying to stop him."

Maybe it was wrong of me but my sister was crying and I wanted to step in. No doubt Haymitch and Katniss were talking about Gale. Who else could make Katniss cry so much? I prepared myself to open my mouth, trying to offer words of comfort. But knowing that she was considering on leaving me and my mother made me resent her. She had already left us twice. My mother held up but the whole time, we were racked with guilt. At least the two times she left, we knew what she was doing, how she was surviving. But by running away, we would have known nothing. I walked into the room, trying not to make my presence known. But they must have heard as Katniss kicked her chair back and stalked up to her room with a scowl on her face. I followed Katniss with my eyes until the partition blocked my view. I turned back to Haymitch, a questioning look on my face.

"What's going on?"

"Nothing that concerns you."

"Katniss is my older sister; I deserve to know what happened."

Haymitch let out a sigh and walked up to me. He gently placed a hand on my frostbitten face. With his hand there, I could feel my face warm up, thaw out a bit. "Prim, don't worry about it. Your sister will be fine."

"Dammit, Haymitch! What the hell happened to my sister?!" My eyes widened as I realized what it was I had just said. Never before had I said those words. Never had I shouted at an authority figure. I didn't know what had possessed me. I was furious but…I didn't think it was enough to make me say those words. Or shout at Haymitch. Especially Haymitch.

"Prim, drop it. It's not something for you to worry about. Like I said, your sister will be fine." Haymitch turned back towards the front door. If I thought I was possessed then, what was I now? I sprinted towards him before he could open the door and grabbed his hand. I was furious and jerked his hand so that he would be facing me.

"I don't give a damn about what you think is best for me! Just tell me or I swear, I'll…I'll…I'll fuck you so hard, you'll regret it!"

Judging Haymitch's reaction, what I said was something he had not expected. I didn't expect it either. I only remembered hearing the word from some of my classmates but I heard about the trouble they had gotten into. I figured it was worth the trouble if I was able to get something out of Haymitch, though. But things weren't looking my way as Haymitch tightened my grasp on his hand. He leaned in towards me. I could smell the alcohol in his breath which surprised me as he sounded sober as he was treating Katniss.

"Really now? Do you even know what you're saying?"

Haymitch's breath reeked. I shook my head. I really had no idea what I had just said. I threw around the word and hoped for the best.

"Well, you're about to learn a new word, Prim. I think you just might like it."

So the word "fuck" was something good? Then why did people get in trouble saying it? I needed more time for contemplation but Haymitch was already dragging me to my lesson. Apparently, he thought it best that the lesson took place in my room. He locked the door, saying that he didn't want Katniss to overhear and that she would receive the lesson some other time. At least that's what I thought he said. I wasn't too sure as his mumbling started to resemble his drunken talk.

"Haymitch, what are you saying? You're not making any sense."

Haymitch paused for a bit. When he finally looked back, a grin was plastered on his face. I didn't know Haymitch well but I knew him enough to know he was up to something. The look on his face cried suspicion and I didn't like it at all.

"Don't worry, Prim. I just need to check something."

A slight pause. "Alright." What else could he possibly check? It was just a lesson. Haymitch pressed his ear against the door. I was extremely confused now. What was the point in that? Just as Haymitch had suddenly said that there would be a lesson, he turned around and grinned. I knew my eyes widened but I wasn't quite sure as to why it was. Did I know something was about to happen?

Apparently, my mind did know. Haymitch had me pressed against the wall. Considering how drunk he was (his breath reeked with alcohol), I should have been able to slip out of his grip. But I was too small and Haymitch had successfully dispersed his weight to keep me against the wall. Already I was uncomfortable. I let out a slight whimper. I was scared and I wanted Haymitch off.

"Such pretty blond hair." Haymitch grabbed a section of my hair and twirled it around his finger. I turned my head to the side, scared of what Haymitch was going to do with me. What sort of lesson was this? Katniss never told me about this. Haymitch then turned my face towards him. "Don't turn away, sweetheart. I want to be able to see your nice blue eyes while I'm fucking you."

My stomach sank. All of a sudden, I wished I never learned that word. I was in an uncomfortable position but I knew Haymitch wouldn't care. If he did, he would have been off me already. I closed my eyes, wanting to escape. Haymitch started to undress me. "It's alright, sweetheart. I'm not going to hurt you much."

I was not consoled at all. Not only was I scared, I was cold. I stood against the wall, naked and shivering. My small frame was trembling and I felt as if the chill reached all the way down to my toes. I wanted nothing more than to leave. But I was frozen in place, trapped by some unseen force. I had the decency to turn away as Haymitch undressed himself. I had no issue with seeing the male parts…but I had an issue with seeing Haymitch's. If I was healing him, I might have been okay with it. I knew that whatever it was he was about to do was not for healing purposes.

"And there we go." My eyes were still shut but I knew Haymitch was fully undressed. What else could he have possibly been talking about? I pressed myself against the wall, willing myself to go through it. I didn't want to be here with him. And definitely not when I was naked and exposed. My wishing didn't work. Haymitch's warm body was against mine. Instead of feeling glad that I was now warm, I was disgusted and scared. I had to play a game to keep my mind preoccupied. I started listing all of the herbs I needed Katniss to gather. We had been running low on a few and if there were to be any more accidents, we needed them fast.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Fi--!

The pain was unbearable. Tears started to form near the corner of my eyes. I wanted to tell Haymitch to stop, that I was uncomfortable. But no words could escape from my mouth. Finally, the pain started to recede slightly. The brief respite from the pain was short-lived, however. A new wave of pain rushed over me. More tears erupted from the corner of my eyes. I could feel a warm, steady stream of salty tears moving down my cheeks. It hurt…it hurt so much! I told my muscles to move, to punch, kick, anything! But they weren't listening. I was still frozen and trapped.

My insides were burning. The pain…the pain! What was Haymitch trying to do to me? Did he know how uncomfortable this was? How I wanted him to just go away? I had always thought of him as a father-like figure, making sure Katniss and I were doing okay. But fathers would never do this to their child…would they? I was breaking down inside but for the first time ever, Haymitch couldn't be the one to comfort me for he was the reason why I felt like this. If I had been thinking properly, I would have noticed the trail of blood slowly moving down my leg. I would have felt how tired and bruised my body was. But my thoughts were nowhere near those. It was more of a buzz or a clock or something, something to help me get through this.

Hours must have passed before I gained control of myself again. Haymitch was long gone but the effects of what he did to me were still there. I wanted to cry…but I couldn't. I wanted to scream, tear at my hair…but I couldn't. I wanted to curse Haymitch, kill him, make him suffer…but I couldn't. No matter how much I wanted to do something, I couldn't do it anymore. I might have gained control of myself but I was broken, broken inside. To say I was beyond repair might have been an exaggeration, but I knew I was never going to forgive Haymitch.

Another few hours passed. I was still on the floor, naked. I hadn't bothered to clean myself up. What was the point anyways? I was ready to die. To have somebody like Haymitch betray me was devastating, killing me inside. I looked up to him; he turned around and gave me a blow so hard, I couldn't stand back up. I had lost the fight and I was going to give up. I could feel it. My arms weren't even strong enough to hold me up. I curled up into a ball and stayed there. I didn't cry; I kept my pain silent as I lay there forever and ever.