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Cato's POV

The weeks passed by and everything went smoothly. The relationship between me and Katniss bloomed to the point where we were basically inseparable. Of course during game time and practice we kept our distance and showed little to no emotion for each other. We didn't need any distractions, although I made sure the team knew we were dating. I didn't want any of the guys to get any ideas...

The season for football kicked off with our first win, courtesy of Katniss. I had never seen her so happy. She had done a great job as wide receiver, more than great job actually. She made almost every touchdown, aside from one I made running the ball in and one Gale made as the running back. It's obvious Katniss is the best player on the team, other than myself. I mean, I'd say I'm pretty damn good as well. Towards the end of the game, the TrackerJackers tried to use force to take her down, but she proved to be a lot quicker than she looked.

It was lunch time, and Katniss hadn't touched her food. We usually hung out by the football bleachers where there was some shade instead of the crowded lunch room. She didn't like the big crowds in school, all the peoples stares in the lunch room made her uncomfortable. So, being the great boyfriend I am, I found us our very own place out here. She was sitting between my legs, leaning against my chest, and I had my arms draped around her, loosely holding her hands as they rested in her lap. I could tell she was sound asleep by the constant rhythms of her breathing and her light snores.

Every weekend she would leave school just fine, but when Monday came around Katniss would come back drained, as if she hadn't gotten any sleep. Sometimes I would see bruises on her back or stomach when she would change for football and her muscle shirt rode up. Bruises I knew weren't caused by football practice.

"Katniss?" I asked, waking her from her slumber

"Hmm?" She asked drowsily.

"Are you okay? You've been sleeping at school a lot..."

She turned her head lazily so that her cheek was pressed against my chest. I nuzzled her neck, holding her tightly against me, but gentle enough so that I wasn't hurting her in any way.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She said, closing her eyes again.

"You look tired; did you sleep at all last night?" I ask again.

"No."

"Why?"

She paused for a few seconds, and I waited for my answer patiently. She did this often when I asked her certain questions, it was as if she was pondering for something to say, for a lie to feed me...

"I was stressed about my Government test," she said after a few moments.

I narrowed my eyes slightly in suspicion, I guess I could believe that. Government was her worst class after all. But deep down inside I knew that was as far from the truth as she could get.

"All weekend?" I pressed.

She nodded.

"Katniss-"

"I don't want to talk about it," She answered, cutting me off before almost instantly going back to sleep.

I didn't push it. She needed sleep.

But I wasn't done questioning her.

Snow's POV

I had returned from a business trip with Mr. Undersee. Katniss had been staying over at the Undersee mansion with her little friend, and I expected her to return home today. On my way home I had picked up a newspaper and placed on the desk of my office before asking Mags to make me some coffee. I checked a couple of the papers in the pile of paper work I was filling out as the elder brought what I asked of her. I picked up the newspaper and I crumbled the pages as I read the headline:

'FIRST FEMALE WIDE RECEIVER IN HHS DOES IT AGAIN!'

My jaw clenched and I forced myself to read the rest of the article. There was a picture of the little bitch on the cover in her uniform. I called Mags and told her she was dismissed for the day. The elder hesitated until I yelled at her to get out. I looked at her picture and saw him. Katniss looked a little like her mother, yes. But those eyes and the way she acted was all his.

I would make a point when she arrived home.

Katniss' POV

Every time Snow went for a business trip, which was basically every weekend, Seneca would take his opportunity to harass me. I would have to go back home Sunday afternoon from staying at Madge's house, and he'd come around nightfall. Since I already knew this, I would lock myself up ahead of time, bringing into the small closet a couple of water bottles and a fully charged cell phone. But this had consequences. I wouldn't sleep and Cato was starting to notice. I had a feeling he was going to find something out very soon, and I didn't need him assuming anything. Especially if what he assumed was true.

I opened the door to my house and dropped my backpack at the bottom of the stairs before making my way up. I didn't get very far before I felt someone pull the back of my hair and drag me down; making my head hit the hard floor hard enough to maybe give me a concussion. I yelled in pain as the perpetrator dragged me to a guest room and finally threw me onto the hard wood floor. I looked up and saw that my father was fuming, and I wondered what I could have done wrong this time.

"What is this?" he managed to say through his teeth, throwing me a newspaper. I read the front page and felt my heart drop.

He knew.

And I was in big trouble.

I looked up at him, trying to find an explanation but I was coming up blank. Of all the times for my brain to malfunction, now was not the time. He saw that I couldn't explain the words on the paper, and he slapped me across the face, busting my lip.

"Dad, this is what I like. I want to play football," I whispered avoiding his gaze. He glared at me and slapped me again, even harder than before.

"Oh you do?" he asked, laughing coldly. I flinched, I knew what he was about to do. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up, leading me to his office where there were candles on the floor, already lit. "Take off your shirt."

I shook my head. Snow kicked me onto the ground, kicking my sides a couple of times before tearing my shirt off. "Now go on, get your worthless ass in push-up position." Slowly I did as I was told and he put the candles under me, where my skin was exposed. I felt the flames licking at my skin, only centimeters away from burning me. He pulled a chair closer and placed his feet on my back, ordering me to do push-ups. I did as I was told, getting to about 95 before I couldn't bend my arms any further.

Snow yelled at me to keep going but I just couldn't, my arms were screaming bloody murder in protest. They couldn't move anymore, I felt as if I would collapse at any moment. He stood up and stomped him foot on my back, making me fall on the candles. I let out a scream as they burned my flesh, as the searing hot pain licking at my body. I rolled off the hellish fire, clutching my stomach in pain as the Devil glared at me with a hatred I didn't know one could muster.

He wasn't done yet. He threw a bucket of cold water over me and flipped me over so that I was on my stomach. I screamed as it agitated the the burns there, but he didn't care. He raised the bamboo stick in hand and hit my back many times.

When he finished he huffed, being slightly out of breath from beating me so hard, as I bit my tongue trying to hold back the tears. He kicked me onto my back and I let out a small yelp, taking in short breaths due to the immense pain racking my body. It felt as if each and every one of my bones were cracked, as if my skin was torn into many bits and pieces, shredded to a bloody and burned mess.

"I'll let you stay in your little sport," he sneered. "But I assure you I will make your life a living hell, to the point when you will be begging me to end your miserable life."

I didn't say anything and he walked out of the room, leaving me there, bloodied and in more pain than I had ever been in. I tried to get up, I really did, but it was all too much so I stayed there, as tears ran down my cheeks.

John's POV

Ivy and I were having breakfast together when my butler came in with the newspaper. I picked up my coffee and read a couple of pages before going to the sports section. My eyes widened in shock as I read the high school sports page. There was an article written on the District Two's first female football player and wide receiver. I looked over at Ivy who gave me a confused expression.

"What is it?" she asked. I shook my head and continued to read.

Katniss.

The girl's name was Katniss. That had been our baby girl's name, the one that had been taken from us when she was but six months old. Nothing but an innocent infant.

"Katniss," I managed to choke out. My wife flinched at the mention of our missing daughter. "It's Katniss," I said as I handed her the newspaper. She read the article and her eyes widened too before she shook her head and handed it back.

"It can't be." She whispered in disbelief.

"Ivy, look at the facts," I persisted. "What are the odds that this girl would have our baby's name and plays football?"

She looked away. I knew how much the separation had pained my wife. She didn't eat or sleep for days, for months. For a while I thought she had lost her mind, but somehow I had helped her through it. I placed a hand over hers and gave it a squeeze.

"This is the only lead we've had in nearly seventeen years," I whispered gently. "We have to try."

Ivy sighed and nodded. "We'll take the first flight to District Two tomorrow."

Are things maybe looking up for Katniss? What did you think of having her actual fathers POV? Will her parents find her and take her back? Or will Snow beat her so badly that they don't ever get the chance? Will Cato ever find out?

Let me know what you think!