Chapter 2 - June

It really didn't take long for Katniss to recover from Cato's infidelity. She was upset for about a week, but Prim took it a lot harder than she did.

"I think you should really talk to him Katniss," Prim mumbled through a mouthful of cereal, "I really liked him!"

Sometimes Katniss could forget just how old Prim was. She was sitting across the table from her, curling the end of one of her plaits around her finger, looking as sweet and innocent as ever. She was breathtakingly beautiful. There were no blemishes on her pale skin, and her bright blue eyes were framed with long lashes that didn't even need mascara. It was hard to believe that she was 16 next month.

"Prim, he did something unforgivable! He cheated on me! I just can't forget that. I know you liked him, but he just wasn't the person we thought he was." Katniss sighed, and looked at the clock, realising that it was time for Prim to leave for school. "Come on Little Duck," she said, using the fond nickname that had first been given to her by her father, "it's time you should go."

Prim pouted, but got up and picked up her schoolbag nonetheless. She skipped out the door, leaving Katniss alone. She didn't have to work until two that day, so she decided to do some studying. She was doing a nursing course, and it required a lot of work. She sat at her desk drinking in the information for about and hour, when there was a loud, unsteady knock at the door. She got up to answer it and saw a very drowsy looking Cato staring at her, his eyes clouded over.

The smell of alcohol hit her instantly, just like it did the last time she opened the door to him, about a month ago.

"K-Katnissss," he slurred, "You l-look great"

"What do you want Cato? You're drunk." Katniss couldn't help but feel uneasy, ask Cato Gave her a wicked grin.

"You."

Suddenly, his chapped lips were on hers. She pushed him away, but he came back. Again. And again.

And then it happened.

It took her a while to process what had just happened. She looked around. Her clothes were thrown around the room, and there was a painful ache between her legs. Katniss tried to stand up, but was too unsteady and shocked to move.

He had forced himself on her.

And taken her virginity.

Suddenly, her body started shaking with uncontrollable sobs. She wasn't sure how long she cried for, but when she looked at the clock after getting her tears under control, she realised that it was almost time for her to go to work. She knew she wouldn't be able to face all of the customers at the store she worked in, so she called her best friend, Finnick.

He picked up on the second ring, and Finnick's smooth and flirtatious voice soothed her. He was a raging ladies man, but underneath that shell he had a heart of gold. There had never been anything romantic between them. They had been on one date when they first met but soon realised that they would be much better as friends. Since that revelation, they talked every single day, whether it was face to face or on the phone. He adored Prim, and Katniss was pretty sure that Prim had a bit of a crush on him.

"Hello?" he purred down the phone.

"C-can you come over? Now?" it came out as more of a mumble, but Finnick must have been able to understand.

"Of course, I'll be there in five." He sounded concerned. He knew her so well, always able to tell when something was wrong with her.

He got there in five minutes, as promised, and as soon as he saw her he lifted her up and set her down on his lap on the couch. As soon as they were settled, she started sobbing again. Finnick didn't say a word, just held her as she cried. When she finally settled down about twenty minutes later, he produced a tissue from his jean pocket and wiped her tears away. Curiosity finally got to him, and he asked.

"What happened Katniss?"

"H-he-he raped me." And with that she burst into tears all over again, for the third time that day. Katniss felt his grip tighten on her waist momentarily in anger but loosened almost immediately, anger flashing in his sea green eyes. Finnick was the first person that Katniss had told about Cato cheating, aside from Prim of course, and he had been absolutely fuming, to say the least. He had rushed over to the bar where he was most likely to be, and punched Cato straight in the nose, with no hesitation.

"That son of a bitch!" he whispered, venom in his voice, "Did you call the police?"

"No! And I don't think it will make a difference. His uncle is the head of the police force, he'll just say that I didn't state clearly that I didn't want it to happen."

"But you have to do something Katniss! Even if you do get over this, he lives five minutes away. Chances are, you'll see him almost every day." Finnick sounded distraught, which was uncommon. He was usually happy-go-lucky and laid back, never letting his problems get in his way. The only time he had ever heard him like this was when his long time girlfriend, Annie, left him for a job in England. She was a very talented teacher, and got invited to teach at a very prestigious private school near London. Finnick had been absolutely head over heels in love with her, and it just broke him when she left. Since then, he had no problem getting girls. They were usually slutty and wore way too much make-up, and Finnick never spent more than one night, maybe two if they were lucky, with them before they were cast aside.

Really, he would go after anything with a pulse.

"Can we talk about this tomorrow? I really just don't want to be alone. Will you stay here tonight please?" she pleaded, feeling too scared to stay in her apartment on her own. Luckily, Prim was staying at Rue's house tonight, so Katniss could have some time to try and process what had happened properly before she had to talk about it.

Katniss and Finnick stayed inside all day, ordering in food. When it arrived and the delivery boy knocked on the door, Katniss flinched, and Finnick must have noticed the panic in her eyes.

"It's ok, just the delivery person." He gave her a kiss on the forehead before he got up and paid for the food.

They ate and chatted, and soon the memory faded a bit. It was still replaying in her head, but she was able to laugh at Finnick's jokes and pay attention to the cheesy movie he had put on.

When it started getting dark, Katniss' eyes started to droop. They were both lying on the couch, her head resting on Finnick's shoulder. She then realised how amazing her best friend was, and how lucky she was to have him in her life.

"Finnick?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

A/N.

Hey! Got a pretty good response to the first chapter, and I know this was a little intense. It gets better eventually, I promise! I'm sorry about any grammar errors, but I don't have the time to check over it and correct it all. Keep reviewing! I love ittttt.

P.S. I'm Irish, so if I use any Irish slang by accident please tell me and I'll take it out. Habits!