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Walking through the door to Peeta's house was like walking through the door to another world. I guess I should've expected that, considering he lives in the merchant part of 12, other than the seam. But really, words can't explain how different his house is.
For a start, it's a lot bigger. There are more rooms too. From what I have seen, there is the living room, dining room and kitchen, bathroom, office and 4 bedrooms. This however, does not mean that Peeta is rich. In fact, like everyone else in 12, he is quite the opposite. In every district the rule is the same; you get allocated a house after marriage, depending on your profession and likelihood of having children. Ok so having children is a necessity, a law even, but what they actually mean by 'likelihood of having children' is how stupid they recon you are and how many children you will have by accident. Unfortunately (it is well known throughout the district) the Mellark's already had one baby, and another on the way. These kids would one day grow up to have Peeta as their younger brother. The Mellark's were given a big house to provide shelter to their big family.
I sit attentively on a chair in the dining room, watching Peeta as he just sorts out this and that around the house. When he's done he turns to me.
"You've had a rough day, are you tired?"
I nod slightly and follow him into a room. It is reasonably sized for a bedroom, the walls painted off-white with a large bed in the middle. All in all, the room feels safe. Well, as safe as you can get in district 12.
"You can sleep in my room tonight." He tells me, fluffing up cushions and smoothing out the quilt. "I'll be in the room next door if you need me, I… er… well. Not that you will need me, I don't suppose. But even so if you do-"
"Peeta." I interrupt, he looks up at me, mid babble. "I don't want to throw you out of your own room, seriously, I'll sleep on the sofa"
"No, that's fine. You sleep in here, seriously."
"…Alright" I sigh.
When he leaves, I get changed and lie down. The room is so weird, so different. I don't mind though. I like the change. I close my eyes and start to fall asleep when I suddenly feel trapped. All of a sudden I can see Prim. She's screaming and crying but I can't move, as much as I struggle, I can't move. That's when I see him. Gale. He walks slowly towards her, without saying a word. I watch as he turns his back on me and faces her. She looks so weak and lifeless. The same hunting knife that he had that night is in his back pocket. I try and run, hit, stop him from hurting her but I can't. I can't do anything but scream as he draws on her face with the blade, starting at her lips and working his way around everything before getting to her neck.
"Katniss! Katniss! Wake up!" I open my eyes and see Peeta towering over me. I can hear a loud screaming, and its minutes before I realise that it's coming from me. I stop screaming and burst into tears.
"Hey, shhhh. It's ok. It's alright" Peeta soothes, encircling me a hug. I curl up, cocooning myself in his arms, sobbing and blubbering and choking on my own tears. After a while, I stop and look up at him.
"Sorry" I whisper, rubbing my eyes.
"It's alright"
"I didn't mean to wake you" I sigh, realising I've just done yet another thing to add to my list of reasons I owe Peeta.
"No, it's ok. I wasn't really asleep anyway" He says. I can tell by the deep bags under his bloodshot eyes that he's not lying.
"At least you're ok." He smiles. "I thought you'd been murdered or something"
"No, it was just a bad dream."
"You get nightmares to, huh"
"You get nightmares?" I ask, a little taken back.
"Oh not really. I just started getting them recently. What did you dream about?"
"Gale had Prim, and I couldn't do anything but watch" I put it bluntly, as if not to reawaken the memories. "What are yours about?"
"Well…" He sighs. "To be honest, they're mostly about losing you" Immediately after he says that, I inhale a sharp gasp and bite my lip. I've caused him so much pain, but he won't admit it. His eyes give him away. I take his head in my hands and kiss him. He pulls away.
"Katniss…"
"Shhh" I say, kissing him again.
When the kiss is over, we both sit in silence for a moment. We don't look at each other or even talk. Eventually, Peeta gets up to leave.
"Wait." I whisper, and grab his hand as he turns towards the door. He looks back at me. I do not get up. Instead I stay sitting and look up at him, because I do. I look up to him in everything he does.
"Stay with me?"
He shares a small smile with me and lies down on the bed. I lie next to him, one hand on his chest. He puts his arm over my shoulders and holds me like that until I fall asleep.
I'm woken up the next morning by the sound of people talking, just outside the room.
"Peeta, you know our Mother would go ballistic if she found out you brought your girlfriend back here while she was away." A voice that must be Peeta's brother, Adrian, says.
"Well to start she's not my girlfriend." I hear Peeta this time.
"Oh, sorry, so you brought some girl home and slept with her. That sounds much better."
"I didn't sleep with her" he hisses, his voice ringing with defence.
"Really? Because it looks like you slept with her."
"Well I didn't. And anyway, why would it matter, you bring girls home all the time."
"Yeah but I don't leave the door open so that anyone can find us in the morning."
I lie there, not sure whether I should go and stop them talking about whether or not me and Peeta had sex, or if the whole thing would be too awkward. Eventually, I decide that it's not going to be more awkward than it already is, so I get up and walk to the door. Adrian is two years older than me, he was in the same class as Gale at school and I've never actually met him. He looks a lot like Peeta, only his hair and eyes are brown and he is a bit taller.
"Hey" I mumble to Peeta before turning to his brother.
"Peeta didn't sleep with me." I take a deep breath before saying the next bit. "He saved me"
"Huh?"
"He saved my life. I'd be dead if he didn't find me a few weeks ago and I'm here because he thought I would be safer spending the night here."
"Saved you from what, where did he… find you?" Adrian seems confused, but you can see that compassion was another thing he shared with his brother.
"Kat, you don't have to talk about it if you don't-" Peeta interrupts.
"No, I… I want to."
"He saved me from my… ex-boyfriend?" I look at Peeta to see if they were the right words. He nods slightly and I carry on.
"My younger sister found me half dead on the floor in my house after me and him had an argument. Peeta was the first one she found, and he saved me." I say, finally realising the hideous reality of it all.
Peeta Mellark saved my life.
New chapters soon, but I am back at school next week so they won't be as frequent as they have been :( Thanks for reading!
