Oops forgot to mention this part, Annie isn't a part of this story. She's not, well I don't know, she's a victor and everything, but Finnick doesn't really know her. Hope you like this chapter, it was a bit strange to write but I liked how it turned out. Happy reading and remember WWFD. (what would Finnick do) :D

-Rachel:

"Ow, ow! Don't ripe my ear off Haymitch!" I complain as my adopted father literally drags me out of the room by the ear.

"Shut it!" he barks as he slams his fist on the twelve button on the elevator. We arrive on our floor and I'm dragged farther into Haymitches room, where I'm ordered to sit on the bed while the door is slammed shut.

"WHAT WAS THAT!" he screams in my face, his breath reeks of liquor.

"What was what?" I ask, does he mean the taunting the Capital or Finnick kissing me?

"Ugh! Everything!"

"The Capital part that was stating facts. The Finnick part, I don't know, I guess he wanted to stop my ranting." I shrug.

"God help me," Haymitch moans, then his eyes narrow at me, "I don't want you spending any more time with Finnick," I just stare at him dumbfounded. He. Can't. Do. That. "ever." he finishes.

I stand up and almost shove him backwards, "You can't do that!" I yell, "You don't even have a reason!"

Haymitch grins, "I don't need a reason"

"I can still see Finn whenever I want"

"No, actually you can't, give me your key." He holds out his hand.

"No" I say simply, I've never told Haymitch no before, he guffaws at me.

"What did you say?"

"I said no"

"Sorry, that's not the right answer." I never knew Haymitch could actually still have quick reflexes, but he does somehow, since in a matter of seconds he has my arms pinned behind me and the key in his hand. He marches me off to my room.

"Grounded until further notice" he informs me as he pushes me in my room.

"Jerk" I spit at him, he laughs.

"Wow, I got an upgrade form drunk to jerk"

Ugh, I hate him so much right now.

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After dinner I wait until Haymitch isn't looking to slip out the back door. Yeah, I still get to see Finnick, at least for tonight and tomorrow night, because I still have to go to the hell hotel. So there, Haymitch can't keep me from seeing Finnick, at least until Wednesday he can't. I make my way to the usual room, before I even open the door I'm in Finnick's arms.

"I'm sorry" he tells me. I look up at him confused.

"For what?" he has nothing to be sorry for at all. He stopped my ranting, in a rather pleasant way too. I did feel bad about it before, but Peeta said I should be happy. Finnick makes me happy. Finn brings me in the room and closes the door so we're not just standing in the hallway.

"For the"

"I liked that" I cut him off, he grins down at me.

"You did?"

"Why wouldn't I?" I laugh.

Instead of answering I feel him kiss me again. He moves closer to me as I put my arms around him. Once he runs out of air Finnick puts his forehead on mine.

"Finn"

"Yeah?"

"Haymitch said I'm not allowed to see you."

"And?" he asks for something further.

"And nothing" I grin, Finn grins back and kisses me again.

"Thanks Finn" I tell him once his lips come off of mine again.

"wha?" of course he's confused.

"For not hurting me, the others do, you don't,"

-Finnick:

A thought creeps into my head, a thought only Finnick Odair can have. Sadly, Finnick Odair is me. I thought it when she said, for not hurting me. My stupid brain thought, Hey, you can show her that something else doesn't hurt either. But that wouldn't turn out well, she's scared of it. Which sucks. But I could, I could show her, now how do I bring that up? My stupid brain puts the sentence out of my mouth before I can even think of what I'm saying.

"I can show you it doesn't always hurt, not always bad."

She stares up at me, stunned. Shit, shit, shit, I just ruined everything. Or so I thought.

"Really?" she asks. "You'd do that? For me?"

This conversation is totally on a new level of awkward.

"Yeah, of course"

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-Rachel:

"I love you Finn" I tell him, his arms go around my waist as he steps closer to me.

"I love you too." He kisses me, I grin at him.

"Prove it" I only see him grin for a split second before his lips are on mine again. I feel him touch my bottom lip, asking me if he can. I open my mouth more and let him. He's never kissed me like this before, no one has, not even Peeta.

I feel my hands grip his shirt, than I only think of Finnick. My Finnick.

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-Finnick:

I lie next to her in bed, my arms wrapped protectively around her. Her skin feels cold against my own, so I pull her closer. She stirs slightly in my arms.

"We need to leave soon" I whisper to her, she just nods slightly. Slowly and gently I help her get up, she dresses again as I put my pants back on. I hear voices and boots coming down the hallway, wonder what that could be?

The door flies open as peacekeepers flood the room. I grab Rachel and put her behind me, the peacekeepers guns trained on us.

"What is this!" I demand to them. One of them grins at me.

"We take her; Snow would like to speak to her. You know, about her conduct." He motions to Rachel, who stiffens. We both know what Snow means; he's talking about her rant against the Capital earlier today. Because no one speaks out against the Capital. Especially not someone who has power and influence over the people, like a victor. I feel her coming out to go with them; I gently push her back behind me.

"Finn I don't have a choice" she tells me.

"No! I won't let you." I yell at the peacekeepers. Rachel goes and steps in front of me.

"I'll be fine, he just wants to talk. I'll see you soon, okay? Just let me go with them, I'll be fine Finnick." She laughs softly, she's making me feel like a five year old using my full name. I take a shaky breath and nod slowly; she gives me a quick hug. Then quickly, all too quickly, the peacekeepers surround her and march her out the door, leaving me alone.

-Rachel:

As I'm surrounded I let out a sigh, I knew this was coming. I'd be more worried if they hadn't come, given all the things I had said, given all the things the whole nation heard me say. I'm taken outside and lead to a car. It's a short ride, and before I know it, I'm standing outside the doors to President Snow's office. Wonderful.

I'm let inside, but unlike last time, there are no excess peacekeepers here. I look around frantically, this isn't good. But Snow is a bitch, nothing is good if it involves him.

"Please sit, we have a lot to talk about" he smiles at me, his eyes pierce into mine. Snake eyes. I listen and take the seat across from him. He gets right to business.

"You created quite a lot of talk with your little outburst this morning I'm afraid. Something, that, I'm sorry to say, I couldn't let go unpunished for you." He takes a remote and motions for me to look at a television screen, he presses play.

I cover my mouth as I see the square in District Twelve. In the square though, Gale is tied to a whipping post, while a peacekeeper whips him repeatedly, over and over again. Even though the camera is far off, I can hear the whip being brought down on his back. As I examine the scene more, I see three squirrels above him.

"Your friend got caught coming in from the woods. Didn't you ever tell him that was illegal?" Snow presses a button and the screen goes black. When I don't respond Snow grins at me. "I know they go in every day. But if you slip up more, well, then maybe they might be caught more often."

"Please don't" I plead

"Well, I won't if you're good. So as a personal punishment, you don't get to see Mr. Odair tomorrow, your new schedule is to start. And furthermore, I'm going to make sure that you don't see your new boyfriend for a long time. Well, you can see him, but you won't get to speak to him, or interact with him in any way. Because if I get word you that you do." He presses play again and I see Gale being whipped once more. "Than your friends will suffer"

I just nod and stand to leave. "By the way, I saw this." Snow presses another button, I see myself and Finnick on screen, kissing. I turn on my heel and barge out of the room. I need to get back, I need to get to my room, quickly.

As I arrive in my room I punch a hole in the wall. I meant every word I said about the Capital. And Gale had to pay for it, not me, Gale. And he didn't even do anything wrong, he doesn't know why he's being punished, because usually he sells his game to the peacekeepers. But now instead of paying him for it, their whipping him. I hear footsteps coming down the hallway from the elevator, Haymitch. He opens the door, his eyes widen as he sees my fist in the hole in the wall.

"Just go! Leave me alone!" I scream.

Haymitch doesn't say anything, but goes and sits on my bed. "There's ten left" he informs me.

"Great! More kids dead! Joy!" I say as I remove my fist and drive it through the wall again.

"Come sit, what's wrong?" Haymitch's voice takes on the soft fatherly tone that I've only heard a few times in my life. Usually, when he talks to me this way, I spill my guts to him. But now, I can't do that. He can't know, even if it's just getting worse. But I sit down anyways, I'll tell him something different.

"Can I see Finnick?" I ask him, I know the answer, even if he says yes I can't see Finnick. His answer doesn't surprise me.

"No, I don't want you too, now that you're older, he's bad for you"

Bad for me! Bad for me? Finnick is what keeps me from killing myself; the thing that is bad for me happens to be the best thing in my sucky life right now. I want to scream at Haymitch, but I don't. I just nod like a good daughter and lean against Haymitch. I allow myself to forget all that's happened over the past week, the past month, the past year. I just sit there, my father comforting me. How long ago was I just his little girl, when I needed him, when he could protect me?

If only he knew. If only he knew that he can't protect me anymore that he's lost that girl that he half raised. That the girl who would watch the Games and wonder how on earth those kids kill each other would now drive a knife through someone without question. If only he knew, who I've become on the inside: maniacal, killer, brutal, rash, harsh, unstable, whore, and a rebel.

If only I could tell him.