I am so so so so so so so sorry for not doing a chapter in like...a month and some days! I meant to, I did, but it kept getting deleted, and my laptop kept crashing, so I got frustrated and didn't want to write, and then a friend of mine got cancer, and that's all I could think about for a while, and to top it off, I started high school and was adapting to that, so all in all, it has been far too long since I updated, I know, but I am hoping this chapter will make it up to you and be absolutely amazing and perfect and fabulous. If it isn't, I am really, really, really sorry. Also, I don't know if this will be as long as the last official chapter, but I am going to try and give it enough that you have to scroll down a bit to get to there end of it. I really hope it'll be good. But you people HAVE TO review, or else you get long waits like this. Also, to the anon review t, I AM REALLY SORRY. PLEASE DO NOT BE MAD. I am making the chapter now, and you are the reason this authors note is huge. So yeah t, that was all you. Anyway, here you go. I hope you will love it.
Cato POV-
You will never understand how it is hard it is for me to deal with watching my daughter suffer. She's laying in a hospital bed, trembling from dreams of who knows what and who knows who, and I can see that whatever is happening, it's not good. You don't know how much I want to run in, and hold her, and stroke her hair, and tell her everything is alright, like when she was younger. When times were simpler. When she still wanted my I wasn't being scolded for acting like a father. Before Snow and I had that talk about how I had to act to make people thing highly of me...or...well, as highly as they had when Clove and I had won our own Hunger Games, at that time, about 3 or 4 years previous. That there's nothing scary or bad out here to hurt her. That her dream was only that-a dream. A bad one, granted, it is a nightmare, but that doesn't matter.
I can't tell her that everything is alright, or that nothing can hurt her. Because that would be the biggest lie in the world at the moment. And even though lying is one of my specialties, I hate lying to my daughter. I hate telling her anything that could make her feel bad, feel any pain at all. But sadly, I have to.
And right now...well, right now, I'm watching her have terrifying nightmares, and not stopping it at all, all for the sake of some wackjob doctor to test and see if her brain is functioning right.
I know her brain is fine. But the doctors want yet another excuse to keep her here. To keep the perfect little Victor girl here, to watch her, and judge her, and touch her, and make themselves feel like they are more important then they thought before just because she is there in their presence.
They want to pretend their her friend, her family, that they even know her. They want medical records. Things to prove they saw her up close. Or things to report back to their wicked president Snow to show that they are good little boys and girls that will do everything he says, just because he asks them to, when he asks them to.
It's ficking sickening.
God I hate this place.
Clove POV-
God I hate Cato right now. I hate him, with all my mind, all my body, and all my soul. Yes, our daughter is in her hospital room having a nightmare that's probably scaring her half to death, and neither one of us is allowed to lay a finger on her. Yes, we are both worried sick about our little girl, no doubt. But neither one of us is going to be able to do something. We both know it. And Cato continues to argue. Continues to embarrass himself, and me by making a scene, humiliating the family even further into shame and the spotlight then we already are. Continues to pretend that the two of us have any control over anything happening to our daughter right now. Not even she has control over everything inside her right now. So I know for a fact there's nothing I can do. Nothing Cato can do. But my dear husband does not seem to get that, and continues to fight a battle he will not win.
Alright, so that's not the only reason I am hating on Cato. It started yesterday, with the talk we were having that turned wicked and nasty.
One day ago...
As usual, Cato is being immature and pretending that we were somewhere other then the hospital, and that we're not parents. As usual, he wanted to have sex with me. Or a make out session. It was one of those...thinking it was a make out session.
"Clove," he breathes in my ear in that always ever seductive tone of his, coming up behind me and grasping me tightly around the waist.
Now usually I loved when Cato snuck up on me like that, or even when he said my name or tried to seduce me at all, but this time, I knew that there were more important things to take care of. Liz was in the hospital room, sleeping soundly last I checked, the sound of the monitor the only sound that could be heard. I was purposely trying to be quiet for once, convinced if I woke her that the doctors would swarm like bees, all taking turns and fighting over just who gets to fawn over her.
I'm her mother. I should be first in line to be fawning over her! But apparently it's not considered alright for a mother to take care her child when they aren't in her own home. So let the record show that I was annoyed to begin with.
"Cato," I reply, trying to wiggle my way slightly out of his grasp. "Later. We'll do this later, alright?"
Cato gives me a frown. "Oh come on, angel. We can take a little break. Just a little one, I promise."
I roll my eyes, still trying to be as gentle as I possibly can with him.
"Cato, sweetie, we can't. Alright? I will do whatever you want later, but right now, we can't. Understand?"
He doesn't release his grip, so I elbow him in the ribs, hard.
"I said no, Cato. Get that through your head."
I'm pretty damn infuriated by that point, so there's no reason he shouldn't have seen that coming. He should know by now that if I don't get what I want, I get a little violent. And he, as my husband, should also have known that he could potentially get the worst of it.
Cato always wants to do something we aren't supposed to. He has no way of self control. His brain is always ingrained with thoughts of me, and...everything he wants to do with me, put in simple terms.
He seems to figure out that I don't want to cooperate, or maybe it's just that he is really angry at me for elbowing him, but he looks really...not happy, to say the least.
Suddenly, his elbow is jabbing into my neck, my body slamming against the wall across from Liz's room. His expression is menacing, and extremely angry.
"I said come on, Clove." he growls.
"And you hurt me, babe. You hurt me real bad, princess."
His words are soft and gentle now, and yet I know he isn't a gentle man, and never will be.
"That sucks. Now let me go to out daughter." I hiss.
His arm moves, but his lips go to my neck.
"You love me." he says. "You know you love me, sweetie."
I involuntarily let a soft moan escape my lips.
"Later." I insist. "I promise."
Cato stops, stepping back.
"Your no fun anymore, gum drop."
I can feel my face heating up. He knows how much I hate pet names. That he was pushing his luck calling me princess and sweetie. But gum drop? That brought it over the line.
"Shut up!" I exclaim.
"Shut up and stop being such a jerk!"
He smirks at me. "Now honey, that's no way to talk to the love of your life."
I groan. "Who said your the love of my life? Snow made us get married, you idiot."
Cato continues to smirk at me, his eyes bright. "You love me, Clove. You adore me with every fiber of your being."
He mocks me, pointing out what I wish to hide so badly. I'm angry at him. Not trying to show that I love him! I hate him right now! God, do I hate him for making me think like this. We're married, we're supposed to love each other unconditionally and always. Well...our marriage has been tested with a lot. I'm sure it can get through this with no issue.
"I mean, you have to love me. I'm the reason our daughter is still alive."
Maybe I was wrong about the whole 'our marriage can survive this' thing.
"Excuse me?" I ask, my lips pressed tightly together.
"I'm. The reason. Our daughter. Is still alive."
He smirks at that, like he knows I'll fight him on that. Am I that predictable nowadays? That is terrible if I am.
"You are not!" I shout. "You barely do anything except sit around relying on me and trying to look superior to everyone else, which, by the way, you are so totally not!"
His smirk widens.
"I'm not the one who hits her."
I pale. "Don't make me the bad guy, Cato Hirsch!" I yell.
"It's discipline! I hate doing that to her! I am not the bad one here."
I can feel tears welling up in my eyes, stinging, but I push them back, blinking.
"You stupid, lying, daughter of a-"
His reply is cut short when the door opens, and out steps Liz. My gaze, along with Cato's, snap up to her at the same time.
"I can't believe you think I'm worse then you!".
He seems to have forgotten what he was saying before, but frankly, I don't think I want to know what he was about to call me.
I'm not sure what insults I'm throwing at Cato anymore; I'm aware of only the fact that I am shouting every mean thing I can think of at him, and he's shouting every mean thing he can think of at me.
Liz has walked away, though I can see her still, getting smaller and smaller as she gets farther and farther away.
"Cato!" I say, putting my hand over his mouth, much to his annoyance, it would seem.
'Shut the hell up, and so will I, alright? In fact, I'll stop talking to you completely."
I start walking away after that, wondering where Liz has gone.
"Whatever, Clove. You and I both know your only walking away because you know I'm right."
I turn around, walking backwards. "We're getting a divorce!" I shriek, and then keep walking, tuning him out.
Soon enough, I find myself in the maternity ward of the hospital. Figures, Liz would be in this part of this part of the hospital. She'll be here in a matter of months. As I look around I spot a multitude of pregnant woman, some of which with small pregnant stomachs, smiling and crying and looking into their boyfriend's or husband's eyes. Probable that they just got their ultrasounds. Others are moaning every now and then. In labor. And then, down at the end of the hall, is a large glass window leading into a room where countless little babies are laying in cradles, and that is where I spot Liz, one hand pressed against the pane.
I approach slowly, worried that I'll startle her. I don't want to startle her. I know how it f eels to be scared of the future, wondering how your baby will live, how you'll even get through the whole thing yourself.
I know my daughter must be so confused right now, so frightened. And I'll bet there are a million things running through her mind.
"Hey," I say, and Liz turns her head towards me, looking frightened. I can imagine why.
She's probably thinking she'll be in trouble right now.
She looks seriously worried. I'm not exactly sure what she's expecting me to do, but I know I am not going to yell at her. I don't want to make her feel any worse. I try and look as calm as I can, hoping that I will calm her down in the process. I sigh softly.
"What were you and dad fighting about?" She asks, getting right to the point.
I was hoping that I could escape this route of the conversation for as long as possible. I don't want to talk about what was happening, particularly because most of it was about Liz. And if I know any one thing about my daughter, it's that she absolutely hates people talking about her when anything even remotely negative is being said.
She removes her hand from the glass, letting it fall limply to her side, keeping her gaze off me, looking at the little babies. Then she looks back at me, as though realizing she doesn't want to look in there, seeing a little glimpse into her future. Now she's looking me in the eye.
I look back at her, smirking a little bit, trying to make it seem like just a little stupid fight.
"Your dad's being a jerk," I say.
"You know, the usual."
She does something I don't expect. She laughs. A bell-like, perfect sound that cuts through the air and stops the sound of one cursing, in labor. Though the sound of the single crying baby doesn't get washed out, and makes it sound strange with the happy, wonderful sound escaping my daughter's lips. The crying stops. Perhaps the baby just sort of...decided it had no reason to cry, and then stopped. If only it was that easy every time.
"I hope you didn't go with your usual make up routine." She smirks at me.
I smirk even wider, trying so damn hard not to show how the whole thing really went. If she wants to believe that her father and I are faking a fight, or fighting to make up later, I won't ruin that. But there will not be a make up ritual anytime soon. Or at least, not tonight or tomorrow.
"Don't worry about that," I tell her, my smirk finally turning into a serious expression.
I still am wondering why the heck she is here, of all places. Was it just because it was where her feet lead her? Did she mean to try and find this part of the hospital? Does she even know why she's here?
"What are you doing here?" I ask her, my curiosity finally coming to the surface. I'm still working to be nice and calm, for her sake.
She frowns at me. Maybe she's just as shocked as me that I'm being calm and collected for once.
"Nothing," She says, shrugging.
"I got bored, and since you and dad were screaming I figured I'd go for a walk."
She smiles at me, but I keep myself serious. But I'm so used to Liz smirking back at me when I smirk that her smile is actually funny, and I find myself start laughing. She looks at me weird, as if to say 'Who the hell is this woman inside my mother's body?'. I can't say I blame her. She looks at me like my laughter is the worst thing in the world. I should laugh more often so this doesn't come as such a shock to her.
But sadly, I can't be positive and lively and laughing forever. I have to make myself understand why she's here, make her understand that she's going to be ok, and she's strong enough to do this, more importantly.
"You're going to have one of your own soon, you know." My voice comes out a lot softer than it usually does, and I am shocked at myself.
She nods. "I know," and then she sighs.
,All at the same time, the laboring woman starts swearing even louder, and I can imagine exactly what that woman is going through. The pain was almost unbearable, and, whether I like to admit it or not, I did cry. Quite a bit. But maybe that was because I wasn't in a hospital with a doctor. I was on Katniss's porch, my midwife being a barely 14 year old girl who just happened to be little Primrose Everdeen, Katniss's little sister. Anyway, there's the baby that starts crying all over again. Liz's eyes go from the baby to the woman, and then stop on me.
"Mom," She says quietly, her lip trembling. I know she's about ready to cry.
"I don't want to have a baby."
My heart breaks. Every little piece of cruelty I could have just melts away, and I extend my arms. I expect her to be hesitant and not want to be anywhere near me, but she comes into my embrace almost instantly, full out crying now.
"What if I can't do it? I don't know how to raise a baby. I don't know how to give birth. And I don't want to, mom. I don't want to."
I don't say a word, knowing the best thing to do is to not say anything unless she has questions or needs comfort very badly. My own step mother and I had had this conversation. God, I hated that woman. And she had gripped me roughly and yelled at me until I stopped; until I packed some things and went to spend the night at Cato's.
"I know you don't want to," I say eventually, figuring I can say something. The poor girl needs something to cling to, to get hope from.
"And I know it's scary."
I stop there, not knowing what else to say. I can't tell her it'll be alright, because it probably won't be. She'll be exhausted, and scared, and unhappy, and just...messed up and broken for a while. She won't be alright until she gets the hang of everything. And then...well after that she'll probably be decent.
"What if I mess up? What if my child will start hating me, or Luke doesn't want to be with me anymore?" She babbles, obviously still internally having a breakdown of some sort.
"I'll help you," I tell her. It's the only thing I can think to say that isn't 'Well your father will kick his ass and burn his corpse no matter what, so it really doesn't matter a whole lot' or 'Who gives a damn about that loser?'. I know she wouldn't like hearing that. And besides, it's the only real thing I can promise her.
"I'll be there. I'll let you cry on my shoulder, if you want, when you find out you're having a baby. I'll buy you anything you're craving during the pregnancy. I'll come with you on every doctor's appointment, if you would like that. I'll hold your hand when you're in labor. I'm sorry I can't do anything else, Liz," I whisper, holding her, embracing her, and letting her relax, listening to my words so she'll be calm.
"But I'll do that, if you'll let me."
She nods into my shoulder. "I'd like that, mom."
I step back, wiping the tears carefully from her eyes with the maternal instinct I haven't had to use for a while.
"Don't cry," I instruct. Screw maternal instinct. She needs to stop, or I'll start.
"We'll make it work. Don't cry."
A nurse finally comes to soothe the crying baby, and I feel bad for forgetting that was happening. I probably could have stopped that, but I didn't feel like it. And I don't touch other people's babies. I barely touched my own! And people tend not to like letting Clove Hirsch hold their baby. Bad things happen when she's around. People die.
"You know," I say, trying to reassure my daughter the way my stepmother didn't, and my mother never got the chance to.
"Having a baby can be nice too."
I smile at her, squeezing her hand. Soon, a similar smile appears on her face.
I lead her back to her room, being nice and gentle, ignoring Cato as he looks at Liz and I, and settling her back down into her bed, tucking the blankets up under her chin, and even kissing her forehead, stroking her hair until her eyes close and her head lolls to the side, the tell-tale sign that she's asleep.
Everything seems perfect. But of course, Cato had to be a bad person and come in and ruin everything. Jerk! He can never just shut up and leave people alone, can he?
"Hey Clover." he says with a snarky air.
I nod my greeting to him, deciding not to speak, and sit on the side of the bed, next to Liz, stroking her hair.
"She's pretty when she sleeps." Cato says.
I nod.
"We make a good kid." he continues. Without turning to him, I am sure he's smirking.
I hear his footsteps behind me. "Come on, Clove. You have to talk to me.
I roll my eyes. "I don't have to do anything I don't want to! If I don't want to talk to you, I don't, under any circumstances, have to do anything of the sort!" I sniffle, feeling tears trickle down my face before I even know I need to cry. "I meant what I said." I say softly. "I want a divorce."
He steps towards me, kissing my cheek, his cheek wet when he comes away. "Don't you dare deny me of that, Clove. I can kiss my wife, and you will not take that wonderful, blissful thing away from me. No matter what you do."
He turns on his heel and walks away, leaving me alone, finally.
I turn, looking at Liz. "If you didn't have half his DNA, he wouldn't be here...I promise." I sniffle again, shaking slightly as I take my daughter's hand. "He loves you...he just doesn't know how to show it..." I whisper.
That was yesterday, and here we are again, the next day. Cato and I still haven't spoken much since yesterday. That's mostly my choice, and it's only because I don't know what to say to him.
The two of us disagree on everything that comes up, which is why we've taken to making decisions quickly, making sure Liz is going to be alright of course. But there is one thing the two of us agreed on. It's an unwritten, unspoken rule for the two of us to pretend that everything is alright when there is potential that Liz could hear or see us. Or is awake at all. We never know when she'll come out and catch us. It's not lying...it's saving her from further pain. I mean...she doesn't need any more pain right now. She's going through enough as it is.
Like I said before, Liz is in the middle of a nightmare. The doctors are watching her to see if she'll react how they think is properly. She's sweating, tossing and turning, murmuring Luke's name like there's not another name in the world. I don't want to even know what she's having a nightmare about. All I know is my daughter is upset and scared, and I can't help her.
It is driving me insane.
Liz POV-
Blood. So much blood. It runs down a hill and down to my feet, and I start running up the hill, seeing my perfect Luke laying in a heap on the ground.
It's my worst nightmare in the entire world. I keep trying to wake myself up, but it isn't working! I can't find a way to get myself awake. And it is driving me crazy to no end.
"Luke!" I scream, and kneel down, pulling off the jacket I'm wearing, trying to get the bleeding to stop. I find myself sobbing openly.
"Come on." I say. "Come on, Luke! Get up! Please...please."
He doesn't move.
"Luke! Please honey, get up!" I'm sobbing harder now, and Luke still isn't moving.
And then I see Miklisho, standing with a knife, a few feet away. It's dripping with red, and I scream, this time in real life, opening my eyes and seeing nothing but the hospital room and my father standing over me.
Cato POV-
"Shh...shh." I say, trying to coax Liz into calming down.
"Shh...it's alright."
She's shaking like a leaf, obviously scared out of her mind. I don't know what she got so scared of, but it obviously made her pretty scared, otherwise she wouldn't be like this.
I'm glad I'm here to comfort her though. I know how to do that pretty well, secretly. And I get to be her dad again. Not just that guy who makes sure she's strong and tough and not weak. I get to make her feel better. Which is what I love.
"Shhh...Liz, Luke is alright. He's at his house. He's in District 12."
She doesn't look convinced, so I hold her tight, rubbing her back in small circles. "Liz...Luke is fine. He's perfectly fine."
She nods, looking at me, her eyes big and sad.
"Daddy," she says. "What's going on with you and mom? I know you two are fighting."
I sigh. How did she know?! We were pretending pretty darn well. At least, I think I was. Not sure how Clove feels. Not that I care! She's evil, and rude, and manipulative!
And I love her more than anything.
"She and I had a fight...we said things to each other that were cruel, and very mean. We weren't thinking, honey...your mom said she wanted a divorce."
She gasps, sitting bolt upright. "SHE WHAT?!"
I gulp. "She wanted a divorce...I'm working on fixing that."
"How?"
"Well...I...I need to prove I still love her...she doesn't think I love you and her."
My daughter smiles. "I love you...and you do love me, don't you?"
I nod. "Of course I do...and I want to make sure your mother knows that."
"She knows." I turn my head, seeing the reason Liz suddenly smiled. Clove is standing there, smirking, arms crossed over her chest.
"Oh Cato," she says dramatically. "You certainly know how to hide your soft side, babe."
I can feel my face turning the color of a tomato. "I...I am not..."
"Oh, yes you are!" Clove laughs. "You are soft, Cato!" she squeals, jumping up and down. "I am not soft, but you are."
I look at Liz. "You knew she was there?"
She nods, her smirk matching her mother's. "I absolutely did. I'm not as stupid as you might think. I knew she'd come in here to check on me. If I kept you here with me, she'd eventually come in and see you comforting me." her smirk gets even bigger.
"You faked being scared?"
Her eyes dart back and forth. "Um...sure."
I know she was truly scared, but I don't say anything, figuring she wants to pretend she's stronger.
I feel something around my waist. "I love you." I hear, and Clove's lips go to my neck, then my cheek, then my lips as she walks around to the front of me.
"You alright?" she asks Liz. Our daughter nods to her.
"Now leave. I hate old people PDA."
She smiles to show she's joking...or at least, I hope that's why she's smiling. I'm not old. Neither is Clove.
I take her hand, and together we walk out to the hallway, sliding onto a bench. Instantly, we're kissing. It's like we never stopped loving each other. Like we never had a fight. It's perfect.
Luke POV-
I knew it would be hard to say goodbye. I knew it, with every fiber of my being. I tried to prepare myself for it, convincing myself that I could do it without getting emotional. That I'd be back soon, hopefully with Liz. But that didn't stop me from being sad the morning I left. That was a few hourts ago, and I still am thinking about it.
The goodbyes with my friends were done at the lake, via secret traditions you really don't want to know about. They're secret. I'm sure that's understandable. We all have our secrets, especially with our friends.
I thought I had all the time in the world with my friends to hang out, to pretend I would never have to say goodbye. But I was wrong. I'm holding my suitcase in one hand, Effie's in the other, and both of us are boarding a train heading back to the Capitol.
I'm sad to be leaving my friends, but so, so happy to be seeing Liz. I've missed her so terribly the last few days, so much it hurt to be away from her.
Now, I sit in a seat, pretending that I'm a calm, respectable, upstanding Victor, as Effie would say. I'm none of those besides a Victor. I couldn't be less calm if I tried. It's taking every ounce of self control that I have to stay in my seat and not jump up every time we exit a tunnel. Effie is smiling her usual pink lipped smile, sitting up straight as a board, looking respectable.
We only have another 10 minutes until we can get off, but it feels like an eternity will pass before then. I figure I might as well talk to Effie. Maybe she can provide some time filling, slightly interesting conversation.
"So..." I start.
She looks at me, eyes even more alert, if that's possible.
"Um...what did you do...back home?"
She blinks a few times, not speaking, making me feel like I did something wrong.
"Well..." she replies. "I didn't do much, if that's what you mean...mostly just...nothing. I arranged my outfits, planned some wedding details, and...business things. Not very much to discuss."
I was only listening slightly, but I swear I heard the words wedding details.
"Wedding details?" I ask. "Like what?"
She chuckles, which sounds phony and forced. "I made sure I put my input in for what dress Liz should wear." she says.
I'm even more alert at the mention of the dress, all the options unseen to me.
"Which one? What does it look like? Will Liz look amazing in it?"
Effie smiles brightly, her white teeth shining.
"Luke, dear, you know I can't tell you anything. It's bad luck, dear. And I am not one for bad luck. Luck is what keeps our lives punctual." she laughs. "And you know she'll look amazing in anything. It's just the way Elizabeth Hirsch is."
I sigh. "Sorry...I'm just excited. I want to know so badly."
Effie nods. "I know. You will, very soon."
The train comes to a stop, and immediately, Effie and I are up and off the train as fast as we can be. We're a little slow because of Effie's careful steeping. The woman does not own a single pair of shoes below 6 inch, I kid you not.
We get a cab, and head toward the hospital. Our driver is insane, a very bad driver, and it gets even worse when he realizes I'm famous. He wants to keep me in there for a while, I can tell. I quickly tell him I need to get to my fiance, and he slams on the breaks, right in front of the hospital. I hit my head, but still pay the guy and get the heck out of there and into the lobby. The same nurse as before comes and takes me to Liz, who is sitting in her bed, looking at the clock when I first see her.
I knock on the door, and her eyes slowly glide up to meet mine.
A smile creeps to her lips.
"Luke!" she exclaims, throwing the covers off and standing, running to me. I pick her up around the waist, swinging her around as her parents and mine file in, watching us curiously.
"I missed you!" I exclaim, setting her down and kissing her nose.
"I missed you too! You have no idea how lonely it is around here without you." she frowns, but I kiss her lips, and her expression changes to a much happier one.
"I love you." I say, kissing her again.
"I love you too...never leave me again. Please. I almost had a heart attack, thinking I didn't know where you went. You know, before I saw that note."
I sigh. "I'm so sorry, honey. I didn't mean to frighten you. My friends missed me really badly. I hadn't seen them in forever, and I...they were really happy to see me. Can't wait to meet you either."
She smiles. "It's alright. I know it was important, so it's ok."
"I promise, I will never, ever, ever leave you again. We'll be together forever and ever and ever."
I hear a cough behind me.
"Ahem." Cato says.
Oh damn. I forgot...I still don't know if I'm allowed to marry Liz.
Alright, so there is the mystical magical chapter I took forever on. I know, it wasn't as long as I wanted either, but I wanted to get something up, and I lacked inspiration, and the next chapter will be a lot better, I promise. I still want to know what you thought though. Please let me know. Thanks! And I promise, I WILL update soon. Thanks for sticking with me this long. May the odds be ever in your favor!
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