Glass. I hear glass breaking somewhere.

My eyes opened and I was frightened with my surroundings. I was in a strange room. A bedroom. Cato was nowhere in the room, but I vaguely remember waking up while he was taking my clothes off.

There was another crash of glass breaking and then someone.. laughing?

I slowly stood up from the bed and looked down. I was in Cato's shirt.. where was he? It was not like him to leave me alone in any instances, probably not even to use the bathroom.

I picked up the bedside lamp and wielded it like a weapon while I slowly made my way out of the bedroom and to the kitchen where I heard the noise. I remembered that we were supposed to be making it back to our new place tonight. That's most likely where I was now. The place was extraordinarily nice. It had exquisite furniture and was filled with everything that we could possibly need.

As I made my way to the kitchen, I was able to sit the lamp down. It was Cato, and he was drunk. There was a bottle of a brown liquid in his hand and he was telling the glass on the ground to be quiet by placing his finger on his lip and making the 'shh' sound.

How on earth could this have happened? I never knew Cato to drink and I didn't expect to ever have him in this condition.

"Cato?"

He turned to face me and frowned. "Oh, hello, who are you?" Cato moved to stand next to me, but bumped into the kitchen island. He doesn't know who I am...?

Cato turned to the island. "Sh, be quiet! You might wake up Rose!"

I giggled and reached to take his hand. "I'm right here Cato," I told him.

Cato frowned and stared at me. "No, you're not."

"Then who am I?" I questioned, crossing my arms. This should be hilarious, but the fact that he was drunk was beginning to scare me. No matter what, Cato knew who I was and was there for me, but now he couldn't even recognize my face?

"I don't know," he shrugged lazily. "But, you better not have hurt her. Why are you here? Where is she?" He took more staggering steps toward me and I backed away.

"Cato, I'm right here."

"No, who the hell are you? Tell me, before I hurt you."

My eyes widened and I stepped away from him. Now he was threatening me. This is bad, really bad. Who knows what he could do, especially while he was in this state? Cato's an angry guy, and he's way bigger and stronger than me.

No, Cato would never do anything to hurt me.

But, he doesn't even know that it is me.

"Cato, it's me. It's Rose," I told him, staring him straight in the eyes.

Cato shook his head and took long strides toward me. "Rose?" he yelled into the empty spaces around us.

"Yes, Cato?"

"Shut up!" he yelled at me. He stopped in the middle of the room and I backed all the way to the wall, where there was no where else to go.

"Cato-"

"Shut the fuck up!"

I closed my mouth and stood on the wall, trying to make myself as invisible as I possibly could.

"Stay there," Cato warned, pointing at me with the hand that held the bottle of alcohol.

He walked away, going to check the rooms of the new apartment complex, most likely in search of me. I didn't get how he couldn't tell that it was me. I was wearing what he had put on me, my hair was the same, and I wasn't wearing any makeup or anything. I watched as he returned to the living room and disappeared over and over again.

Cato returned to the living room minutes later after he couldn't find who he was looking for. He stared at me with a hard angry expression on his face. He placed the bottle to his lips and took three big gulps before stalking toward me. He swayed a few times as he walked.

I tried moving and getting away as fast as I possibly could, but his legs were longer and he caught up with me where I went.

Cato threw his hand out and held my shoulder to the wall. "Where the hell is my girlfriend?"

"Cato," my voice shook, "I'm right-"

"No! Don't give me that bullshit. Tell me where she is, or else I'm going to hurt you."

I didn't know what to say or do. I'm trying to convince myself that he wouldn't hurt me. Cato would never do anything to me. He wouldn't.

"Please," I pleaded. "Cato, we need to get you some water and into bed."

Cato shook his head no. He stared down at me and it was apparent in his eyes that he wasn't seeing me. He didn't have that look in his eyes.. that sparkle that he had when he looked at me. His bloodshot eyes were glazed over. This wasn't Cato, this was someone else.

Cato began to breathe hard and raised his hand with the brown liquid. I closed my eyes, and the next thing I knew, he was shoving me hard into the wall, the glass was breaking and I felt a piece dig into my bare arm. I let out a painful yelp and clutched myself. The glass.. he had broken it by my head and one hit me.

Visions of the Games began to flash through my arm, when the knife was stuck in my arm.. oh no. Why? I stared up at him, bewildered. He actually did it. He hurt me. Yes, he's not in his right mind, but that doesn't give him the justice.

I gasped and pushed him away forcefully. "How could you?"

Cato looked at the glass, the alcohol staining the wall, and back at me before he made the connection.

"Holy shit."

"You promised to never hurt me!"

"I didn't mean to-"

"Save it. I'm done."

I walked away from him in search of a bathroom. I didn't know this place yet, and I really wish I did now.

"Rose."

I walked into the bedroom where there was an in-suite bathroom. Cato followed behind me, but I slammed the bathroom door in his face.

Cato's white shirt was slowly soaking with blood. I bent, looking under the sink for a first aid kit. I found it and removed the shirt. I slowly removed the shard from my arm and cleaned the cut. After placing a bandage on it, I took a towel, wrapping it around my naked top.

I couldn't help but stare at myself in the mirror. So much has changed since I left home. My face and body have developed tremedously, but you can see in my eyes that I am tired. My cheeks are flushed, as they always are, my eyes are bright, my skin has a tanned glow to it, but I am tired.

My eyes betrayed me and I couldn't help but cry. I don't know how much more of this I can take. I really don't know. I'm trying so hard to take care of Cato, trying to make him better, but it was beginning to destroy me as well. What am I going to do? I can't leave Cato, or else Snow is going to kill him, his family, me and my family as well. But, I can't just forgive him for what he's done.

There was a soft knock on the door. "Baby please, can you open the door?" Cato asked softly.

I took a deep breath and opened the door. Cato was standing there with his head hung low.

"Kitten-"

I pushed past him, ignoring him. It is not fair that it takes him hurting me to sober him up. My pleas for him to recognize me didn't work, but that did. Why is it that that is what it took? Why couldn't me simply asking him to stop be enough?

"Rose, please. You know I didn't mean to."

I went to the drawers and opened one up, knowing that it was already stocked with all of the necessities. I searched for a shirt to put on and found one. It was a big one, obviously meant for Cato, but I chose it anyway.

He reached to touch me, but I pushed his hand away. "Don't."

He reached for the second time, but I pushed him away again. "Do not touch me!" No way was I going to just forgive him immediately. He better get on his knees and beg for my forgiveness.

After shrugging the shirt on, I went into the kitchen and filled up three glasses with cold water. They were for Cato, who of course, followed behind me and was standing next to me, watching my moves. Silently, I reached for the first glass and handed it to him. He frowned, but took the glass. When his fingers brushed against mine, I felt a shiver rise up my spine.

Cato gulped the first glass down in a couple of seconds and reached for the second and third glass, gulping those as well. I turned and filled the glasses up once more and he drank all three again. After he was done, I rinsed the glasses and placed them in a dish rack before walking away from him again.

"Baby."

I continued to ignore him and went to another drawer in the bedroom in search for a change of clothes for him. His clothes were stained with the smelly alcohol, but I wasn't going to place him into a bath because I was too shy to look at him without clothes on.

I found a shirt and pair of pyjama pants and silently held them out for him. He took them, and without his eyes ever leaving mine, he removed his clothes and replaced them with what I gave him. Cato kept watching me, waiting for me to move again, but I stood with my arms crossed, willing myself not to cry in front of him. I needed to be strong.

"Rose, please. I'm sorry."

I shook my head and covered my eyes as the tears started forming. This was such a dysfunctional relationship. We can't be with each other and be happy all of the time because once one problem goes away, another one forms. And most of our problems were because of what he can't control.. himself.

"Don't cry. Please don't cry," Cato pleaded.

"I don't think I can take this anymore," I cried. I leaned against the dresser, afraid that I would get too weak and fall.

"What are you saying?" he asks.

"I mean that I think it's time that we took some time apart."

Cato shook his head and walked up to me. I held my hand out, stopping him in his tracks. His head dropped. "You can't leave me. Baby I need you. I love you."

"You don't love me enough or you wouldn't have done it. Why would you get drunk? I've never known you to drink."

Cato hesitated, and it looked like he wanted to tell me something, but he just wouldn't say it. What was so horrible that he couldn't even tell me? I've been understanding, as understanding as I could be with someone like him.

"You're hurting, and I can't give you what you want," I told him. It was true, he needed someone as dysfunctional as him to understand his ways. I'm not who he needs me to be.

"No, no don't- don't say that to me. You can't say that to me," Cato pleaded.

"It's true," I shrugged my shoulders. There's nothing more to it. I need to do this.

Cato started rubbing his head and his body was shaking. He was losing it. I could tell. He started pacing the room and I followed him with my eyes. He began mumbling under his breath to himself, shaking his head and rubbing his forehead. He was definitely losing it.

"Cato please, can you sit down? You're scaring me again."

Cato stopped, stared, walked up to me, and dropped down to his knees. His arms wrapped around my legs and I knew without even seeing it that he was crying.

"I'm sorry."

"I know you are. That doesn't change anything."

"No, no don't leave," he cried, "just don't.. We can work something out I swear."

He was in hysterics, literally balling his eyes out while clinging onto me on his knees. I knew that any longer and he would be losing his mind. He wouldn't be able to function if I left him. I know Cato.. he'd go into a rampage and probably cause a riot. I can't leave him, no matter what I do. Snow will hurt him, and then hurt me and our families.

Cato really needs help. I know there's something bugging him. We were doing great up until we made it here. Something must have happened while I was asleep that caused him to drink excessively. That has to be the explanation. Cato has never held a drink in front of me, nor has he even talked about drinking. Someone must have said something, about me or about him.. but what was it?

He's sorry, he is. He promised he would never hurt me, and his mind was so fogged up from the bourbon. I'm sure that if he was able to recognize me, it would have never happened.

"Primrose, please. I will do anything."

He never calls me Primrose...

"I don't know what I would do without you. I can't let you leave," he continues to beg.

My hands found Cato's hair and I rubbed gently, trying to calm him. I knew from the beginning that this relationship was corrupted. I knew it would take a long time to shake Cato of his old ways, including his infatuation with girls. It's going to be a long way from the end, but we can do it. We can make it through anything.

I haven't completely forgiven him for this, but right now he's drunk and needs me to take care of him.

"Come on. We need to get you to bed."

Cato stared up at me before standing up. He wiped his eyes and runny nose. "You forgive me?"

I shook my head. "No, but you need to be taken care of."

Cato nodded and leaned in, trying to kiss me, but I stopped him. "You're not forgiven."

"Okay."

"Do you need a bath?" I ask. I know I didn't want to wash him, but now that I think about it, I've seen so many men naked in my lifetime. Helping mom heal men from coal mining incidents usually meant seeing a man naked.

Cato nodded and sniffed himself. He reeked of bourbon and I didn't want to lay in bed with him like that.

"Come."

I reached and took his hand, leading him into the bathroom where I ran the water.

"Take off your clothes."

I wanted to laugh, but this was too serious. Cato stared in disbelief at how dominant I was being giving him the orders while he remained silent. He began removing his shirt and pyjama bottoms and I turned the tap off.

I tried hard not to stare when I turned around and he was standing naked before me. I cleared my throat as Cato stood nervously, scratching the back of his head. He was.. um.. he was.. it was a beautiful sight.

"Get in," I mumbled, motioning to the tub without making eye contact with him. I knew that I was extremely flushed. He walked past me slowly and stepped into the tub, lowering himself into the hot water.

I knelt at the edge of the tub and picked up a sponge and soap. I began washing his body slowly while he leaned back with his eyes closed. I couldn't help but think that this was me only a couple days ago. It's weird how our roles have reversed. Cato is the vulnerable one now.

"I really am sorry, baby," Cato mumbled.

"I know."

"I'd kill myself before I would even think of hurting you."

"Then why, huh?" I stop washing him and lean back on my feet. "Tell me what's bothering you?"

Cato shakes his head. "I promise that you'll know by the end of tonight."

"Why can't you just tell me now?" I roll my eyes. All the suspense was killing me. He can never tell me anything.

"Because I know that Snow is watching and if he finds out that I told you early, we'd both be in trouble."

I nod my head in understanding. Since it was Snow, I really can't argue with it. Snow allowed for us to live with one another, so there was no use.

"Okay."

It went silent for a while. I continued washing Cato, making sure to wash him twice to rid him of as much of his stench as possible. He sat back, his eyes clenched shut and let me do my work without protest. This was the longest he has probably been quiet with me around. I liked it, the peaceful aura after the storm.

"I'm done," I mumbled after I had rinsed him off for the last time. I had succeeded in washing him, rinsing him and shampooing his hair.

Cato stood and drained the water from the tub while I went to get him towels. He wrapped the first one around his body and I followed him out of the bathroom with the second. He sat on the bed and bent his head, silently asking me to dry his hair for him.

He dries his own body off while I got pyjamas for him. Cato kept tipping over slightly, still overly intoxicated to function properly enough.

I sat under the sheets, waiting for him to climb in with me. Cato was always rocking me to sleep, watching over me and protecting me. He was too drunk to do that, too, so it looks like it's my turn.

He lazily climbed into bed and immediately tucked himself under my arms as I was sitting up. His arms secured around me and he closed his eyes.

"Thank you for taking care of me."

I silently nod.

He continues. "This won't ever happen again. I vowed to protect you and never hurt you."

"But you did," I mutter.

"And I'm never going to let myself forget. I will punish myself every day for even touching you."

I stayed silent again. I didn't know what to say, nor did I want to speak.

"I love you, Rose."

Again, I didn't reply. A few minutes later, he was asleep, clutching my waist with his head on my chest.

I really don't know what I'm going to do about all of this. Cato said that something was happening later tonight and I was most definitely afraid. If it caused him to come home in this state, what does that mean for us? He resulted in drinking the pain away because he can't talk about it to anyone else. It obvious that he's afraid, and the only things he was most afraid of that would put him in this position would be a) if he were to lose me or b) if he were to lose his family.

But, if it was about losing his family, why wouldn't be able to tell me? It's not about me, and I'm nowhere near his family, so I couldn't save them if I tried. That means it has to be me right?

By the time morning finally came, I was exhausted. I had only gotten about four hours of sleep before I woke up at the sound of the glass breaking. My eyes were drooping, but I couldn't go to sleep until Cato woke up and I knew he was okay. It didn't really matter though, because I was so consumed by my thoughts and trying to think about what could possibly happen tonight that I didn't notice time passing by.

It was maybe a couple of hours after the sun came up that Cato woke. He hadn't let to of me the entire time he slept, so when he woke up I could tell from the movement of his arms.

"You okay?" I asked as he sat up.

Cato nodded and rubbed his eyes. "Are you?" he grumbled in his incredibly raspy morning voice.

I nodded even though I wasn't. I still hadn't forgiven him and I was completely knackered. "Just a little tired."

Cato forced me down onto the bed and tucked me under the sheets. "Rest, Kitten."

I shook my head quickly. "How do I know you're going to be okay? I was sleeping while you were alone last night, and look at where that led us?"

Cato sighed. "I promised you that won't happen again. Just get some sleep."

"You're sure you'll be okay?"

"I'm gonna be just fine. But I won't be unless I know you're fully rested."

I almost hesitated, but thought against it. I knew Cato, and he wouldn't stop until I slept. But, I was just so nervous about what could happen if I slept and he was alone. I didn't want to wake up and have a recap of last night. It brought back haunting memories that I didn't want to have anymore, plus he was scary on his own.

"Okay. Don't let me sleep long."

Cato nodded and smiled, leaning down to kiss me on the forehead while I closed my eyes.

My dream was haunting, but I didn't wake up out of it. The dream was of the day in the Games that I was caught by Peeta and Cherche, but Cato was allied with them, aiding them in my torture.
When I woke up from the nightmare, Cato was nowhere to be seen.. again.

I immediately shot up out of the bed and rushed into the living room area, hoping and praying that he wasn't in the kitchen with a bottle or passed out on the couch. It was mid-afternoon, which would only make things worse.

He wasn't on the couch, so I rushed into the kitchen.

Cato was there, and he was.. cooking?

He appeared to be fine, I think. I know he said that he's great at cooking, but I didn't expect him to be doing it now.

Cato looked up from chopping onions and gasped. "You weren't supposed to be up for another thirty minutes."

I frowned. "Why not?"

"I wanted to surprise you with a late lunch in bed," he answered with a pout.

Oh... That's incredibly sweet.

"I wanted to make sure that we were okay," Cato muttered, eyeing me warily.

He must really feel horribly about what he did last night. I would too, especially with all the promises he made to me in the past. I'm not leaving him.. no that would be crazy and dangerous for the both of us. He's apologized so many times, and I know that I'm going to forgive him eventually so why not now?

"Um.. I don't really know yet. Can we wait until after I eat?" I answer with a smile.

Cato sighed in relief and smiles. "No problem. It'll be about fifteen minutes though."

"Okay," I nod, "I'll just take a quick shower."

"Good."

As promised, my shower was quick. I brushed my teeth and everything, leaving my hair wet since I was too hungry to do anything but brush it. I remove the bandage on my arm, cleaned the cut again and placed a fresh bandage on it. I pulled on a sweatshirt and legging bottoms along with socks before rushing back into the kitchen to eat.

My food was all ready when I made it there. The first thing I noticed was the tall glass of orange juice.. my favorite. With that was a heaping plate of eggs, bacon, chocolate chip pancakes, vanilla yogurt, and cup of strawberries and a small cup of whipped cream.

"This is a lot," I commented to Cato who was standing in the opposite side of the island, smiling down at me.

"I know," he said. "I was thinking that maybe we could, you know, eat it together." What was he getting so nervous for all of a sudden?

I nod my head. "Yeah."

"Okay," he answered nervously. Cato walked around the island to my side. He bent down and lifted me up. He sat himself down and placed me on his lap, wrapping an arm around me.

I began blushing for no real reason. I don't know why I was feeling nervous like him. Maybe because this was our first meal together in our own place. Maybe it was because I knew we would end up feeding one another.. all I know is that I was nervous.

"What do you wanna try first?" Cato asked.

I shrugged my shoulders. If I could, I would stuff the whole plate into my mouth. "Surprise me."

Cato nodded and reached for the chocolate chip pancakes. "These are my favorite," he said.

I did not know that. He took the fork and cut a piece for me, offering it to me. I opened my mouth and he fed it to me, and I immediately tasted the chocolate chip. It was so amazing.

"Good?" he asked as he stuffed his mouth with a full pancake. I nodded and opened my mouth for more.

It went on like this until we cleared the entire plate. Obviously Cato ate much more than I did, but it was one of the best breakfasts that I've ever had. Once I finished the last bite of food, I felt a soft kiss being placed on my neck.

"So, are we good now?" Cato mumbles in my ear.

I hesitated, but ended up smiling. "Yes, we're good now." I tried to continue smiling, but it just ended up in a frown.

"But.." Cato started.

I sighed. "But, I feel like that's going to change after what happens tonight."

"It will," Cato answers honestly, "but, I hope that it won't change what we have. I want to prove to you that no matter what I am now, I am trying my hardest to change for you. I need us to be together and for you to be happy. That's my only goal. I've had so many choices, but all I really want is to show you that even though I'm a complete fuck-up, I love you and I want us to last forever."

"Well, I can't make any guarantees, but I promise that I will try my hardest to see the real you and know that you are trying you best for me. And for that, I am extremely grateful."

Cato places another kiss on my neck. "You still love me?"

"Yes, I'll always love you."

"Good. So, can we make out now?"

I laugh at how he changes the subject so quickly. "Yes, we can make out now."

"Thank the fucking heavens. I haven't fully kissed you since we were at my Mum's. My lips are already becoming all inexperienced and shit."

Yessss! Another chapter down, and this one is on time, WOO! BUT OMG GUYS. So, next semester of university, I friggen love my schedule because I'm taking Criminal Justice, PoliSci, Ballet, Precalculus, Spanish III, and Psychology. Seriously, I have the best schedule, one class on Tuesdays, I get to wake up super late three times a week... I know that was personal, but I'm just too excited and cannot wait to get back to school!

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