It took alot for this chapter. It accidentally got deleted by my boyfriend des3cwt but he wrote back what he could. Apparently he had recorded me reading a section of it. And then he helped me write half of it. I had to rewrite the rest. I think it's better anyway.
Chapter 2:
I woke up on my couch once again, wrapped in a blanket, with no memory of how I or it got there. Then I remember Peeta trying to kill me. I also remember Haymitch stepping in and pulling him off me.
I knew I was alone. I was certain Haymitch had left me here after seeing I was safe. He was most likely back at his house holding a bottle or past out in the kitchen.
Secretly hoping he was still here. I sat up and looked around the shadowed room.
"Haymitch?" I said softly to the still air.
Why am I even bothering?
"Right here, Sweetheart." I heard his voice right beside where my head had been.
He's still here. He didn't leave me.
I reached for him and felt him take my hand in his.
"I-I thought y-you left," my voice quivered and I hated myself for sounding so weak.
"Now, why would I do that?" Haymitch's voice was soft as honey, different than Peeta's tone had been. Instead of inflicting fear it made me feel safe.
I didn't answer and just starred at him. It looked like Haymitch, sounded like Haymitch, but it wasn't acting like Haymitch. I was almost convinced the Capital had brainwashed him, or aliens had taken over his body. He never acted so kind to me. Perhaps he was sober for once? That's a joke; the alien theory is more convincing. I was speechless; I didn't know what to say to this. I stared at him puzzled, not saying anything for a moment, several moments at that.
"How is your neck?" He let go of my hand and pointed at his neck.
The sun was beginning to rise but it was still yet dark. The sunrise light was beginning to flicker through the room and I could see his face slightly.
I felt my neck and felt gauze there. I gave a small smile, "I can barely feel it." It was true, I couldn't feel it but I knew it was there. "Good," Haymitch stood up and smoothed out his rumpled shirt and vest "I should go-."
He's going to leave me here!
"NO!" Panic flooded through me and I instantly wrapped my hands around his arm tightly. "Don't leave me alone!"
"Get off me!" He shouted and ripped his arm out of my grasp, quickly. "Look now I have scratches on my arm thanks to you!" He stood there for a moment staring at me, into my sorrowful eyes, and I could tell he immediately regretted his actions. He rubbed his arm.
He sat back down, "Look sweetheart, I've got … stuff to do…. And you need to rest up, you look like hell-o?"
There was a knock at the door. He went to the door and opened it, blocking my view of who it was. "What do you think you're doing here? You need to leave, now. Haven't you done enough?!"
"Haymitch?" I called out. "Who is at the door?"
Peeta popped his head from under Haymitch's arm, which was leaning against the doorway.
Once again panic began to fill my lungs which exploded into a scream. It was a scream of fear mixed with anger, and I had no clue which I felt more of.
I ran towards the door knocking Haymitch over and tackled Peeta into the ground, my hands clasped around his throat.
"Katniss what are you doing?!" Peeta shouted up at me, nothing but fright in his eyes. This obviously was not the same Peeta he had been last night, but he could change back any second.
"What were you thinking last night Peeta?! How could you?!"
"How could I what? I have no idea what you're going on about Katniss." Tears slipped out his eyes and down to his ears.
I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up to see Haymitch standing above me. "Come on, I'll take care of this, you go lay back down."
I looked back at Peeta, whose face was turning purple, the result of my hands still clenched around his throat. I let go and stood up, giving Peeta one last look of disgust and went back inside.
I tried to lie down and sleep, but sleep didn't come so easily. After I had left them I heard shouting and shuffling, then silence. Haymitch stumbled in, blood on his vest and he slumped into a nearby chair.
I shot up fully alert. "What happened?! Why is there blood on you?!"
Haymitch's slumped head gazed up at me from across the room and he took a moment to sigh before he spoke
"Boy… dead..." he mumbled.
"What?!" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Had he actually killed Peeta? The same thing I almost had done moments before?
"That boy, is dead, the next time I see him." He repeated what he had mumbled.
"Oh" was all I could think to say, not sure if I was excited or not. I had had about enough of this Peeta. "That doesn't tell my why you have blood on your vest, Haymitch."
"Do you not see my nose, Katniss? The boy punched me in the damn nose. I picked him up by his collar and kicked and told him to leave, and that little ... brat, punched me in the nose. As I said, he is dead the next time I see him."
"You wouldn't kill him." I was uncertain of the words I spoke but I said them anyway.
Haymitch scoffed, "Like I wouldn't. And if I hadn't stopped you, you would've done him in."
I crossed my arms in front of my chest and glared at him, not speaking to him.
He groaned and unbuttoned his vest and wiped his face on it; getting rid of the blood that was trickling down from his nose.
I kept my glare on him and he glanced up at me ever so often with his own glare.
"I need to go now," Haymitch stood up from the chair stumbling to stand.
"No!" I stood up too and went to grab him.
"Oof!" Haymitch lost his breath as I ran into him like a cannon ball and wrapped my arms around him.
"Please don't leave." I felt tears prick my eyes.
Haymitch stared down at me with wide eyes. Not really knowing what to do I assumed. "But I-."
"No!" I held onto him tighter, refusing to let go.
"Sweetheart," Haymitch tried to pry me off gently. Not being able to do so. He wrapped one arm around me and hugged me back rather awkwardly. "I need to go home and change my shirt."
I knew I should let him go. If I let him leave I knew he wouldn't come back. I just knew it.
I forced my fingers to release their hold and tried to keep my tears at bay but I could feel them trickling down in a stream down my face. I stepped back from him.
"I promise to come back, Katniss." Haymitch promised, wiping my tears away with his thumb.
I would believe it when I see it.
I sat back down on the couch and watched him leave me.
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