Chapter Four
The car comes jolting to a stop. A cemetery? My heart races in fear and anticipation of why in the world Cato had decided to take me to show me a cemetery. I just simply can't understand this, it is beyond me. My hand reaches out to Cato's arm. He turns to me bored looking. Why can't he smile for once?
"Why are we here?" I ask.
"I want to show you something," He says again just like he did last time I questioned him. The Cemetery is light green long grass surrounding the flat land with some bumpy hills here and there with tombstone after tombstone. Cato speeds off walking quickly so I have to half run to keep up with him. We walk for a few minutes through the cemetery with each step I take in the grass my heart races even more in anticipation.
We come to a stop at a tombstone. The first name is Thomas but I can't see the last name since it is covered with plant growth. It is a nice tombstone made out of a black stone unlike the common gray stone and the name is gold. I doubt real gold of course but it still looks much nicer than all of the other tombstones. There is a small American flag sticking out of the ground next to it.
"What is this?" I ask Cato.
"The father of a colleague of mine." He says it so simply like it is nothing but his eyes seemed so pain. I want to reach out to comfort him, instinct I guess. Though while most accept my nurturing nature I think it would just anger Cato. "He had a son you know. He got into a situation much like your own."
I blink suddenly starting to come to a realization of why he has taken me here.
"Though unlike you his son knew. He was in military school at the time but his father prepared him for this. It was his future." He turns to me. "He could have waited, he was sixteen too, but he knew that now that people were after him he couldn't live normal anymore. So he began to take over his father's place." He says unemotionally.
"How do you know him?"
"We worked on a mission together," he tells me quickly and I nod.
I look down at my feet unable to stare at the grave any longer. "What is your point?" I ask.
"That boy was prepared Prim. That boy didn't want to exactly be that way but he had no choice." He says and runs his hands through hi spiked up blonde hair. "You aren't prepared to handle this alone thought Prim."
"Why?" I say hurt. I feel pathetic, I feel dramatic. I calm my voice down so I don't seem as pathetic. "You know I am stronger than you think. I can heal people, I am going to become a nurse like my mother and I could be a nurse for the military." I say.
"You don't know what it is like out there."
"I don't care I am not a little girl!" I say.
He turns to me. His eyes change a little, just a little. "You aren't. Just let me protect you Prim okay? Your sister and mother can't be with you for a reason." He says.
"And the reason behind that is?" I ask raising my right eyebrow and fold my arms.
He laughs a little. "Because even if they were with you yesterday you would all would be split up. Yeah Katniss and your mother aren't together. You all are separate for a reason." He stares at me. "Take a moment to imagine something Primrose." He exaggerates the rose in my name. "Let's say these bad people catch up to you. And they kill the body guard and then kill your mother and your sister. But let's change that to if they find one of you only one of you dies. Spreading you out is to keep more of you alive." He says.
I never thought of it that way but now that Cato has said it to me it all makes sense. "Your right, but Cato if you hate me so much how can I trust you to keep me safe?" I ask addressing him attitude to me over the last day.
He laughs, "You think I hate you? You might be sixteen but you have a lot to learn." He says. What is that suppose to mean? My cheeks turn red and Cato shakes his head in a very cocky matter that makes my cheeks go even redder. This boy is so confusing…
After walking back to the car from the tombstone in complete silence I quietly get into the passenger seat and Cato gets into the driver's seat and he starts to pull away from the Cemetery. We pass the gates and are on the streets again. Maybe he is right. I am just some stupid teenage girl. I feel my bottom lip tremble and hold back tears. I am weak. I am so weak and dependent on others. I hate it, I can't stand it.
We drive in silence back to the safe house. And when we do arrive I get the bag of clothing and stalk into the house my face stoic in an attempt to show Cato I wasn't on the verge of tears. That I am brave, but I know my stoic look must be awfully fake. I am weak and everyone knows that. That is why they found it necessary to stick me in the middle of the woods to hide me so I don't get myself killed.
Walking into the house with Cato trailing behind me I walk into the door and door the stairs to the underground floor with his footsteps just behind mine. When I reach the bottom I take a moment to think it through. I could go watch TV or I can go to my room. I don't feel like watching TV, I feel like sleeping. With the thought of sleep in my head I walk quickly to my room just as Cato reaches the bottom of the stairs. I close the door behind me and sit on the edge of my bed and look into the mirror. I look different somehow. Even though it has only been a day I look a lot more like a mess. And I could use a shower.
I hear a voice at the door, "Look Prim I have to do work if you need me I am in my room." He says in a matter that only he says things. Maybe professional. Mixed in with a little bit of anger and boredom, I imagine him with a cocky smile and saying something that way. He seems the type, but he isn't even showing that side to me.
"Fine I am going to take a shower." I tell him looking again to my hair. It isn't that bad but it will feel nice to have the hot water pouring onto my skin. So once I hear the slam of Cato's door I creep off of the bed slipping out of my shoes and go into the hallway and to the door next to me, the bathroom. Opening the door I see the familiar space. I used it a couple of times before to use the toilet but never have I opened the closet door on the opposite side of the sink. Nor did I look past the shower curtains on the end opposite of the toilet.
Curiously I close the door behind me and open the closet one. Towels, extra shampoo and conditioner, and all the basics for a bathroom. Well at least the basic for a male. My mind revolves around the idea if I stay long enough here that I will have my monthly, well my time of the month. Even though no one is around and I just thought it the simple idea of having to ask for those supplies makes me blush and my cheeks turn a rosy red. I grab a towel and strip down.
Once stripped I put the towel on the sink and step into the shower tub and pull the curtains close and play with the knobs for a minute to figure out how to turn it on. It is nothing like the shower at my home. Once water is pouring down like rain onto my face I adjust the heat to a perfect tempter, kind of lukewarm temperature. I never really liked the water too hot anyway.
Stepping out of the shower feeling fresh and clean I wrap a towel around my exposed body and look at the clothing sitting on the floor. I pick it up but don't put them on. Anyway they are dirty and now that I have a change of clothing I can wear that. And besides my room is just to the right of this one. I pick up the dirty clothes not wanting to leave it in the bathroom and dry my feet so I can walk outside and keep the towel tightly around me and walk out of the bathroom and open my door to the bedroom just as I hear the door opening behind me.
I squeak and spin around to see a red Cato. I blush and walk into my room and close the door. "Sorry!" I say through the door and I think my voice is just reeking of my embarrassment. I mean at least I had a towel and everything that needed to be covered was covered but I guess I am just easily embarrassed.
Through the door I hear laughter. I blink shocked and hear laughter and can't tell what it means. "I walk into the hall with you in a towel and you say sorry to me?"He says. "You know most girls would slap me."
"I am not most girls." I point out. It is right though, I never had a rough time in school but I was never popular. I didn't understand them; they were so… so silly. That sounds like such an immature thing for a sixteen year old to say but I don't care. They slept around and gossiped. I didn't agree with them on anything.
"I think I have that figured out by now." Cato says laughing. I smile and wish for a moment I could see him laughing. Because when people laugh they smile. And I want to see his smile, since he always has such a serious and angry face all the time. It would be nice to see him smile. I just hope I get another chance to see such a sight.
A/N- Well there you have it. I just wanted to make sure you guys know- this story is rated T. Which means no lemons or anything. I am not saying it won't have that kind of material but if you are looking to read a story with graphic sexual scenes this isn't that kind of story.
