ME: Back to Gale's sins, or the fallout of said sins. A/N: This will be shorter than normal.
Time: Flashback
Gale and Enobaria were now back outside Gale's house in District Two, but it was a year before the former coal miner and hunter learned of her existence.
When his family still lived with him, he flinched.
Gale's reputation had not endeared him to the population; in fact, they hated him and by extension his family. His mother was viewed as an outcast at the hospital where she worked, while his younger siblings were consistently bullied at school by their peers (their teachers either ignoring or joining their tormentors)
A car drove by fast, and just after a window rolled down one of the occupants threw a grenade.
The frag broke one of the windows and landed on the floor at Posy's feet. The nine-year old screamed in fright, and past Gale ran in.
In the present Gale let out a sigh of relief, knowing it was a dud.
Enobaria must've been a mind reader, for then she said, "That's more than can be said for those who could've lived if your snare bombs were duds."
That was the last straw for Hazelle Hawthorne, who took his sister and brothers away and moved back to District Twelve. Gale stayed, not wanting to leave and face Katniss in spite of the death threats he got every day.
"And it doesn't stop there," said Enobaria. "Even though you're estranged, Hawthorne, not a day goes by whenever they don't get death threats or insults in the mail. And that's on a good day-sometimes they're delivered in person."