A/N: KAY, chapter 2 of rewrite. Please review? I would love to hear what you think. Goal is 13 reviews!
I'll fix these broken things
Repair your broken wings
And make sure everything's alright
I scream and scream. That thing is – was – my best friend. Did Snow plan this? Did Snow know he wasn't my cousin? Did Snow know Gale had a love interest for me? Did Snow give him the money?
I push Gale off of me as hard as I can. He falls, but then quickly gets up again. But he was never in the games, so I have an advantage. He jumps in my way of the bathroom, but I punch him in the jaw and sprint to the bathroom. Once I make it into the room, I slam the door shut and lock it. The resounding click seems so much louder than it should've been.
I slide down to the floor against the wall opposite of the door. I don't know how it happens, but in the next few moments I am tying my hair up, feeling bile starting to come. My head finds its way to the toilet. My hands grip the sides of the bowl so hard my knuckles turn white. Everything I ate that day finds its way to the water at the bottom of the porcelain contraption.
When I'm sure I'm not going to vomit again, I lean against the wall again. I try to just sit there and breathe, but we all know that isn't going to happen. My thoughts invade my peaceful attempt to steady my breathing. It hits me right then, I am a prostitute. Snow can do whatever he wants with me, or if I say no he can just kill my loved ones.
I am the new Finnick Odair. I will become just like Finnick.
I don't remember it well, but when Finnick became the victor he fell off the stage because of this rock he didn't see. I remember his escort screaming. My mother rushed up and had two men carry him to her house. I sat in the chair next to the table, holding his hand. Mother stitched up his forehead while he was unconscious. I sat there just holding his hand. When he woke, he saw me and smiled. I remember him giving my mom a hug saying thank you. He looked at me and knelt in front of the 7 year old me and gave me a hug and a kiss on the forehead. He looked around the room, but my mom had gone back to take care of a sick Prim. He reached into his pocket and gave me a handful of coins. I shook my head frantically shoving the coins back into his hands. He just put them back in my hand and closed my fingers around them. "They are for you. A gift from me to you. Go buy some food. You look starving as does your mother and sister. Please, for me." He kissed my cheek and left after that. I never saw him in person again.
Then there is this pounding on the door, bringing me out of my stupor. "Open the door! Miss Everdeen! I need you to open the door. We brought the client to prison as he had a gun in his back pocket and he had intentions of killing you." What? Gale was trying to kill me? He was my best friend! Why would he do that? Was I not good enough, in his eyes, to live? "Miss Everdeen, please, I need you to open the door otherwise I will have it kicked down. I promise I won't hurt you." I crawl over to the door and slide the lock open. I back away from it, like a scared little kid, when it opened. Standing in the doorway is a beautiful young girl with brown hair and green eyes.
She walks over to me cautiously, like she is approaching a wounded animal. How I wish I wasn't here. I wish I was dead in that arena. I would've been better off if I was dead. Everyone would have been better off if I was dead.
She kneels in front of me, takes my hand and helps me up onto the lid of the toilet. "Hello, Miss Everdeen, my name is Kennedy. I am your assistant. I will be helping you manage all you clients into your schedule. I will also be here to help you after for you to vent or to just cry on my shoulder." She smiles sadly. "Do you have any questions?" I shake my head. "Okay that makes this easier, if it were up to me I would let you sit here and cry, but the President would like to speak to you." I stand up, well, try to stand up. My legs wobble causing me to fall back down. My head throbs and my heart is pounding. I manage, with Kennedy's help, to make it to my room. She points to a pile of clothes on the bed and I nod, understanding.
I quickly put the clothes over my lingerie. Kennedy hands me a small blue pill, "It's for headaches, dizziness, and aches." I toss the little powdery thing into my mouth, swallowing.
The walk to Snow's office is harder and longer than I thought it would be. Halfway there, my head starts spinning and I fall to the floor. Two peacekeepers thrust me up onto another's shoulder. We make it to his place of hide-out faster that way than we would if I walked. I am lowered into a red velvet chair. Snow is sat behind a large mahogany desk. I can't even look around the room with my head. I settle just looking at a little globe on his desk.
"Hello, Miss Everdeen, nice to see you again." He smiles, spreading his full lips. "Have you met Mr. Odair?" He says, gesturing to my left. I turn my head abruptly, causing my head to spin all over again. Sure enough, there he is, in all his glory. His bronze hair, tanned skin, sea green eyes. His face doesn't have his normal flirtatious smile, though. Instead, his face and eyes show worry. Worry directed at me. "Mr. Odair, have you met Katniss Everdeen?" Finnick nods his head, saying yes, without looking at Snow. We just stare at each other for a while, not able to stop the intensity being shared between the two of us, probably both remembering that moment when I was 7 and he was 14. "Well, as I was saying, Miss Everdeen, did you hear that Peeta was in an accident?" That breaks the stare. I fling myself across the desk at the snake. My fingernails rake down his face. Before I can do anymore damage, a pair of gentle hands grab my waist, pulling me away from the President. I scream and thrash in the hands, but it does no good, Finnick was after all a victor, and he has a strong hold. The President watches me struggle against Finnick's grip with a smirk. I finally give up; I'm obviously not going to be able to break his grip.
"You bastard! You said if I did this you wouldn't hurt them! You said I was protecting them by doing this! You said they would be safe if I did this!" I scream at the snake.
"Miss Everdeen, tell me, did you follow through with all my orders? Did you follow through with the demands of your client? Hmmm…what was his name? Wasn't it Gale?" My whole body tenses at the name, Finnick's grip gets tighter as if he is predicting my next move. I scream again, causing my throat to scream back at me to stop. I thrash in Finnick's arms, desperately trying to murder this person right here, right now.
"Peeta has died. He slipped on some water that was on the floor and landed on a knife. He died right then." I scream again. He was supposed to live if I did this! This wasn't supposed to happen!
"I don't believe you! You probably sent peacekeepers to his house to murder him. Slash him up with a knife. I hate you!"
"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. You will never know. All you know is that he is dead. Gone. Forever." Why hasn't Finnick talked at all during this? He didn't get his tongue cut out, I know that. I guess he just knows this isn't his business right now. I feel my body go limp when it dawns on me, Peeta is gone, dead, forever. I will never see him again. Finnick sits down pulling me into his lap. I turn away from that evil person, and cry into Finnick's shirt. I ball some of his shirt in my hand and rest my head on his shoulder, crying the whole time. Sobs rack my body, causing me to almost fall off of his lap. I don't care if I am showing the President how much pain I am in right now. I feel gentle hands rub circles on my back, calming me down enough to stop crying.
"I have a proposition for you two." I don't even look at Snow. I keep my head on Finnick's shoulder. "I want you two become a couple. Be sold as a package. It would rake in so much profit." My head shoots up at these words. I glare at that snake. "I mean both of your love interests have died." I remember reading on a tabloid that Annie had died. "What would be more perfect than have the two most beautiful victors hooking up? And having them be sold together?" I can't help but feel intense hatred for this being in front of me. "I mean wouldn't it be sad if sweet little Prim got into an accident? Hmmm….fell in the snow and landed on a sharp piece of glass?"
"Fine, I'll do it." I grumble.
"Okay, I'll do it too." Finnick says, sadness lacing the word. I feel a vibration go through me when he talks. That's when I remember I am still sitting in his lap. I feel heat fill my cheeks and jump up.
"Now, make it public. Go on dates in popular Capitol restaurants. Hold hands. Kiss. Now leave." He says pointing to the door. Finnick stands up and grabs my hand, lacing his fingers with mine. He leads me out the door. When we make it to my bedroom, I lie down on my bed, while Finnick sits awkwardly on the edge.
"Dude, calm down. Relax. If we are going to make this believable before we develop feelings for each other, we have to look comfortable around each other." He looks weirdly at me, thinking something probably along the lines of does she actually enjoy this?
He lies down next to me and pulls me close to him. "Do you think we will develop feeling for each other?" I look into his eyes, successfully getting absorbed into them.
"We'll have to. You know Snow will force us to be together forever. Get married, have children. Why not try?" I say, somehow becoming wise.
He nods, tossing his hair. He has never looked more perfect. "How long do you think it will take? You know, to develop feelings for each other?"
"I don't know. But knowing Snow he will have a client for us by tomorrow. My first time will be with a Capitol citizen. You know that? I'm so scared, Finnick."
"Call me Finn, since we will be a couple. It sounds better to have a nickname for each other. I'll call you Kat. I know, I was scared for my first time. It was this woman who was like 40 something. I was 16 at the time; I didn't want to have to do that. She beat me until I cried. It's not fair. Nothing Snow ever does is." He suddenly looks nervous. "Do you want your first time to be me instead? You know, to be prepared?" His hand flies to the back of his neck, which he scratches. I feel heat creep its way to my cheeks as I nod.
**TIME SKIP***LINE BREAK***TIME SKIP***LINE BREAK***TIME SKIP************
The showers in the Capitol are so weird. There are so many buttons on the side. Different shampoos, conditions, body washes. I press all of them, causing various soaps to spring out. Some of them coating my body, some of them landing on my head. I lather all the soap on my head throughout my hair and scalp.
The moment I step out hot air blows up and down and all around my body, drying it in seconds. I put silk pajamas on and walk out to Finnick, who is sitting on the bed in just shorts, reading something. A board I step on creaks, making Finnick snap his head up. "Hey, you." He says to me as I lie down on the bed. His book is on the side table, the page he is on bookmarked. I smile, hopefully convincing that I'm okay. Apparently it's not convincing enough, because he frowns and pulls me against his body. "It's going to be okay. We'll be okay."
Will we? With that thought in my mind, I fall into a restless sleep.
A/N: I am so sorry about the wait and the crappy chapter. Just a reminder, I know that with this subject it is hard to keep it T, but I won't write M. Okay? I don't feel comfortable writing M. Some stuff like might be closer to stuff that would have to be changed, but never HAVING to be changed. The rating will stay T. I will work on forming an update schedule. I will post it with the next chapter. But I will make no promises, the schedule will be more of a goal for me/guideline for you guys. I do have school and sports and other stories to write. I also don't write in front of my family because than they wonder what I am doing and I like to keep my fanfiction life private. I would be awkward if they read it. So yeah… REVIEW!