I ran as fast as I could to my house in victors village, tears streaming down my face. My safe house wasn't safe anymore, not now, not ever. He was back, the boy, or should I say man who ruined my life. He killed prim. He made me doubt my feelings about Peeta, and he had now intruded my life once more, prying himself into the small cervix that was filled with hurt, and hacking away ate it, making in bigger with his every word. I was finally at my house, and I was a wreck. I flung poen the door, only to find Peeta sitting in the kitchen with two mugs of hot tea, a look of concern in his face. Katniss, we need to talk.