Sorry it has been so long. I was caught up trying to get my first novel published and then got carried away with two other originals. I'm back!
Chapter 7
I woke up and felt like I was floating. It didn't take long to realize I wasn't floating and was being carried by Haymitch.
Why was I being carried?
What happened?
Oh… after Haymitch had asked me if I was all right I must have passed out. Way to go, Katniss.
I opened my eyes to take in my surroundings only to see nothing but Haymitch's shirt and vest. I didn't have the energy to turn my head to look around. I closed my eyes again. There was no use using up energy I didn't even have.
"Why did you run away from me?"
My eyes snapped open, but I didn't answer. There was no way he knew I was awake. My face was pressed against him. He couldn't see my eyes.
"I know you're awake."
This is awkward…
"I-."
You what, Katniss?
"I'm sorry." I mumbled into his shirt.
There was a low chuckle.
What was so funny to him?
"You didn't answer my question, Katniss." Haymitch's grip lessened.
The way he said my name sent a shiver down my spine.
I felt myself gradually slipping and on instinct my arms found themselves around his neck to keep from falling. It was a silly gesture when I knew I wasn't going to be able to hold on. I felt like someone drained me dry. I was so weak and tired.
Haymitch tightened his grip again, and I had the feeling he got the reaction from me that he wanted.
I felt my cheeks flush. I let my arms fall back down and turned my face back into him.
"I had to get out for a little while. I—I felt cornered-." I trailed off, hoping he wouldn't take it the wrong way… even if it was the truth.
"How were you feeling cornered?" his voice didn't betray any emotion.
I swayed in his arms as he opened the door to the house.
"Because— "I was laid on the couch and I realized my hands were clutching Haymitch's vest. I let go with embarrassment, feeling cold and wishing he hadn't put me down.
Stop it Katniss.
It was so nice there.
Don't go there Katniss.
I was safe or at least I felt safe.
St—
"Because?" his voice was dangerously close to my ear as he draped a blanket across me.
My ear itched and tingled from his breath.
"Because, I was feeling trapped."
Haymitch sat down in the floor beside the couch with what I thought could be a small smirk.
I stared at him. What was he thinking?
I didn't ponder his strange actions long because I fell asleep before long.
When I woke up it was dark in the room. So dark I couldn't make out anything.
I bolted straight up.
"Calm down. I'm over here." A familiar voice said across the room.
I sank back down into the couch, pulling the blanket to my chin.
Haymitch turned on the lamp beside him, illuminating his face and the other side of the room.
I stared at him across the room. I was sure he couldn't see me since I was still in the shadows.
"Why are you staring at me, Sweetheart? Is there something wrong with my face?"
My face burned. How did he know?
"I can feel you staring you know."
That man can read my thoughts.
"Like I did earlier today when you stared at me," I mumbled into the blanket.
Haymitch stilled at my words. I wished I hadn't said that then.
He was probably putting two and two together and figuring out I ran away because I had felt cornered by him staring at me.
"I'm the reason you ran away?" Haymitch mused, his eyes clouding over with an emotion I couldn't name.
He stood up, "If I make you feel threatened than maybe I shouldn't be here."
My heart sped up in a panic mode. I couldn't get the words out of my mouth. I opened it and nothing came out. I watched him out of the room and heard the front door shut.
I was alone…
Again…
How could he do this to me?
I shot off the couch and ran for the door, find new energy I didn't know I had. "Haymitch!" I cried loudly as I wrenched the door open. I didn't see him anywhere. He really left me.
I can do perfectly fine without him. I don't need him.
I slammed the door, making my way back to the couch where I threw myself down and screamed into the pillow.
Katniss is having a serious temper tantrum. xD