A/N so I was watching a show that had Peter Facinelli, who of you don't know by name played as Carsile Cullen in Twilight, and I was thinking that I could imagine him playing as Peeta's dad if they showed him. Like when his hair is blonde. Plus he has a nice soft voice! Like I could totally imagine him as Peeta's dad. Can't you?

Katniss pov

We run.

We run until we can't breathe.

We end up breaking into one of the twelve empty victor houses, the farthest one we could find. If we ran to the forest my dad would catch us. So we hide.

"What the hell is going on?" Peeta asks,"I woke up tied to a chair and I could hear Haymitch and your parents arguing? Then you come in and we're sneaking away?!"

"They want to send you back to district thirteen."

"Shit..."He says look down.

"I won't let them."

"What happened?"

"We were talking, we were talking in front of the spot where the bakery was. Then you had a flashback and started to choke me. My dad saw and punched you, he knocked you out. When I woke up, I was in my room and they told me that you were going to be sent back. I tried to run, but they locked me in my room. Prim let me out and my parents left to talk to Haymitch, so that's when I snuck out and came to you."

"That explains why my head hurts."

"I'm really sorry about that,"I say.

"I should be the one whose sorry."He says.

"It's okay,"I say.

"So how long do you think we'll be here?"he asks.

"I'm not sure..."I say as I look around,"I'm not sure how long we'll be able to hide from them."

"Eventually we'll have to face them."He says.

"I know, but maybe by the time we face them, they'll be willing to listen."

"I don't want to go to thirteen. I never want to go there." He says looking at the ground as kicks a piece of glass that was from the window we broke. He looks up and looks at my hand.

"You're bleeding,"he says worried.

"I'm fine."

"No, you're bleeding. Hold on."

He looks around for something and eventually comes up with a piece of cloth that I think he ripped from curtains. He asks me for my hand and then wraps it around the hand that I used to break the window. Now that I think about it, it stings.

Peeta and I look around the house, as expected, it's exactly like our houses. I explore the kitchen to discover running water and canned food. I don't trust the food though. Right now I wish that I took my bow with me. It would be helpful. I didn't plan anything though. I just reacted.

I look at the mirror on the wall and realize that I am only wearing a thin nightgown and no bra. Not that it really matters, I don't really have much and its not like he hasn't seen it. However it is rather cold. Especially in a house that has never been inhabited.

I cross my arms and try to warm myself up. Peeta notices this and asks me if I'm cold. I nod and he says,"maybe we can find a blanket."

I go to where the blankets are in my house, and sure enough, a stack of blankets is there. I grab a few and bring them in front of the fire Peeta is making. I look in the closet and find a poncho and boots. They're a little big but they'll do.

"I'm going to go look for some berries."I say before leaving out the back door. The backyard leads to the forest. I've never really been in this part of the woods. I find a patch of strawberries not to far from the house.

Strawberries bring back memories of Madge.

Without my bow I can't shoot anything, however I could set up a snare like my dad has taught me. That came in handy during the games. Even though I was used to using my bow, the snares were all I had until I got one.

I pick as much strawberries as I can and then return back to Peeta.

"Strawberries?" He asks.

"Yep."

"I remember Madge used to always have them when they were in season,"he says.

"Yeah, Gale and I used to pick them. Then we would meet up at her backyard and sell them to her. They were her favorite..."

That's like opening a fresh wound. It's just as painful.

We both knew Madge so this is sad for both of us. I remember Peeta used to hang out with her and Delly. Madge would always leave them at lunch to sitwith me. Little did I know Peeta was too shy to come too.

I look at the clocks, but none of them work, so I look to the window and decide that it's about 8:00pm.

Peeta and I decide it's too cold to not sleep by the fire, so we make a bed with the blankets and pillows. We're both emotionally exhausted. We sleep a few feet away.


I wake up shivering. That's when I feel his arms pull a blanket up closer to me. The fire is completely out now, and I've rolled away from where my pillows and blankets are. But Peeta, his arms pull me to him and he makes an effort to keep me warm. I pretend to sleep.

I breathe in the scent that is cinnamon and dill. It's the smell of Peeta. I'm not sure if he knows I'm awake or not, but he seems to be content. And so am I.