Chapter 7
Clove's POV
"Am I really drunk or are you Cato?"
Cato looks at me as if he is unsure of what to say next. After a minute he grabs my hand as if to pull me somewhere, but I withdraw my hand. "No, Cato you pissed me off when we first met and that's perfectly fine by me. But I don't think I can be apart of your life. I mean, in the past day you had me pick a kid, which I know is kidnapping whether or not your her brother, and you snuck out of a hotel. I'm scared Cato. I'm scared when I around you." I say on the verge of tears.
Cato stays silent and yet again grabs my. He pulls me away from the dance floor before I can even speak.
He pulls me into a room and seats my down on the bed. Cato seats opposite from me on the bed. "About a year ago…"
Cato's POV
I drag her into the closest room I can find and I tell her. I tell her everything. The whole ugly truth. How Sarah got my mum addicted to drugs. How my own mother hit me. What my mother did this morning.
I finish my sad story and take a deep breath, waiting for her reaction. "So Sarah is that old lady?" She asks and I almost laugh. After all that, she choses to ask that.
"Well, Sarah is actually like 47 but she looks older because of the drugs. She used to run one of the biggest drug rings in New York before she stabbed her husband while being high. After 10 years in jail, she went back to start it up again but everyone had already forgotten about her. So she moved back here, got a couple of people hooked and she's been making her money that way for a year." I answer her question with a little bit of extra information. (AN: There you go, guest.)
Someone opens the door, "Clove! I've been looking for you everywhere. Sorry to interrupt, man. Clove, go to the games room once you're done here." He tells Clove, I assume she knows him and what he meant by that. She looks at him as if to process a reply then she says, "I'm coming, Finnick. I'll be there in a minute." She turns to me and gives me a look that says "Anything else?" I'm about to reply when the door closes again. Now that it's shut, I can say what I really want to say.
"I'm leaving. I moving to Washington with my aunt."
Clove's POV
I am so glad I'm drunk, otherwise I think I would burst into tears. There are just so many emotions going through my head. I know I should tell Cato this but I can't. I know I should say goodbye but I can't. I know I should at least tell him something but I just can't.
So I do the thing I have always done.
I run.
Sorry for two short chapters in a row but I was thinking about this story and I just realised that it is EXTREMELY dark and sad. So basically the is going in the opposite direction I am aiming for. But I am determined to continue it so I won't be ending it. I'll update within the next couple of days and that chapter will start with it being 3 months later and that chapter will be a tiny bit dark and then it will be nice and bright. Did anyone actually like the dark and sad theme tho? If you did let me know. But if you agree that it should be brighter, let me know as well.