Hey so here's the twenty-third chapter, I apologise ahead for all errors grammatically and also any spelling errors. I'm not really a writer. It hasn't been beta-ed all errors are my own. I of course don't own any part of the Hunger Games that's all Suzanne Collins. If I had it would have been a hell of a lot different.
Warning: boy on boy, kinky smut, drinking, definite drug use, a little violence, swearing, OOC-ness and all those bad things.
Right well my children as you know the end of this story is near, I'm playing around with the idea of a sequel but wanted to know if that's something you would want/like? I mean I would probably like to do one but knowing it's something that's really wanted it would push me to actually start to think and plan it out. :) So please if you are interested let me know.
If you haven't seen yet I brought out one of the three options from before out early so please check it out if you could. As you know I love the feedback. It called The Broken Pieces That Make Me Who I Am. Its the university idea so Peeta moving away from everyone and falling for Cato but dealing with his demons from his abusive past. I plan to bring a Hunger Games universe based story out next month still it just a lot more planning then my usual stuff obviously because I can't just write drama drama drama, there is actual things that need to be in there so yeah :).
Conspiration-ult- crazy good plot twist? And yeah I wanted Luka's apology to be sincere and show people can change, everyone has their issues just choose the wrong path sometimes... and maybe you should be worried for them :/ thanks I'm fully recovered now from being sick. I'm just over tired from an extreme clubbing weekend haha. Thanks for the love boo. Xoxoxo
fanboyingfiction- Bahahaha I loved your review total slut haha. And well more drama coming up to the end YAY. And wow you picked up on the possibility that I not so directly put in there about the photos, yes it's very possible he got drugged. Heehee Derrick is a total bitch that's going to get a little crazy I feel coming up :/ who know what he's planning. Thanks for the much loved love! Xoxoxox
pumpkinking5- yes I've been sleeping a bit more :D. And yes yes yes Cato was smart going to Peeta's dad and well we will see how crazy things get while Derrick is off on he's like rampage. Thanks for the review! Xoxoxo
Fuzzyfeather- thanks boo, I'm better now thankfully. Yeah I didn't want to make Luka completely unredeemable. As for Derrick well crazy is gonna be acting crazy heehee. Thanks for the love! Xoxoxo
DKReborn- wow that's crazy you read it all that quickly. :/ yeah not exactly the best with my grammar but I'm glad you could overlook it and enjoy the plot. :D Thanks for the love! Xoxoxo
He Took My Heart
Chapter Twenty-Three
"So Derrick has a mental condition and that's why he's gone all stalker on your ass." Cato says laying back down.
"Apparently." I thought this through, I mean I was still upset he had been doing this to me but at least now I know why, he wasn't thinking straight. Without the medication he couldn't be completely responsible for his actions. I felt sorry for him but at the same time I was kind of scared. Him being mentally unstable meant that he wasn't going to be rational, he would be capable of anything. Maybe hiding away at the beach house next weekend was a really good idea. Derrick was out there somewhere, unstable and obsessing over me. Right now I didn't feel safe even with Cato here to protect me.
The rest of the week went by in an emotionally-charged blur. Everyone had been informed of Derrick's condition and advised to contact police if they spotted him. People at school were suddenly avoiding me, like I was cursed or dangerous. It wasn't like it was my fault Derrick went off the deep end but it felt like some people at school thought that. As if associating with me would somehow cause the same to happen to them or something. It was hard feeling like a sudden pariah at school for something out of my control. I guess I was lucky though because none of my actual friends looked at me any differently.
Chloe took overprotective parenting to a whole new level. We were basically grounded, confined to either of our houses with a parent always present. It made sex an almost impossible feet, I knew it was driving Cato crazy. When she initially found out it was as if she kind of lost the plot herself. She bought me pepper-spray, wanted us to go to self-defence classes, bought a new security system and began keeping tabs on where Cato and I were at all times. My father had been more laid back to begin with but after talking with Chloe and then the visit from the police, he to became a overbearing, overprotective parent as well.
When the police came they asked a lot of questions, covering almost everything and anything to do with Derrick. They wanted to know about my passed with him, how he had been behaving leading up to his disappearance, where he might be, who he may contact. Cato was there the whole time and questioned if some of the things they wanted to know were really necessary. I had to agree with him, why was what I had done with Derrick sexually in the passed valid to the search for Derrick now? It took hours until they finally decided they had all the information they needed. After though they informed us to look out for signs he may be around. They informed us he has had episodes like this before, where he stopped taking his medication and became obsessive and overtly violent. In the passed he had beaten another kid to the point where the kid had several broken bones and was in intensive care for weeks. We were told his episodes get more violent as time without his medications increases and if he did come back for me we should be carefully, not upsetting him if possible before contacting them immediately as long as it did not put us in more danger.
Him moving back to school was supposed to be a reward for going a year without an issue. The doctors hoped it would make him feel normal again and be able to integrate into society without a problem. I guess they were wrong about his ability to do that.
Cato had become a rock that kept me from driving myself crazy. I was amazed at how sweet and understanding he was being. I don't know how he was staying so level headed when his usual reaction would to lash out in anger, acting before he thought of the consequences. At first I had not noticed because we spent most of our time together normally but he had become as overprotective as our parents. I wasn't allowed out of his sight for more then five minutes. The problem with that was we were in differing years at school meaning we had no classes together at all. That meant I was getting texts every ten minutes and if I didn't reply he would start freaking out on me. When my class was over and I had to walk to the next one he would appear by my side and walk me there, no doubt making himself late for every single one of his classes. I got he just wanted me to be safe and he felt to need to protect me but he was going above and beyond what was necessary.
Truthfully while I did think it was unnecessary and he was being ridiculous I was loving how attentive and possessive he was acting. When we were together he had to be forever in physical contact with me. I was constantly littered with kisses and hugs. I spent most lunches in his lap and all my free time attached to his hip. He began telling me he loved me almost hourly, as if I doubted him anyway. But while I had become basically a prisoner in my own life with the twenty-four seven body guard I couldn't shake a anxious feeling in the pit of my stomach. I was trying to convince myself he was hiding out somewhere just living life but I knew he was really out there watching me. Waiting until he could try to get me back, I was the object of his obsession right now. And honestly it did feel like I was being watched all the time. I hoped I was being paranoid, or it was just an undercover police unit keeping watch. But deep down I knew it was him, lurking in the shadows, watching my every move, waiting and planning. I didn't say anything because I didn't want to worry Cato or anyone else. If I told them I felt like they would place me into witness protection of something as ridiculous.
When Friday finally came I welcomed it with relief. Cato had convinced Chloe and my father that letting us get away to the beach house was a good idea. He went on about me being overly stressed. How a change of scenery would do us both good. That they were being overprotective and overbearing and we need time to ourselves. Chloe still wasn't convinced letting us disappear for the weekend where she couldn't keep an eye on us was a good idea so we compromised telling her we would check in every morning and night and Clove and Delly would come down Sunday morning and spend the day.
I was thrilled to be headed down there. I wanted to get away and not have to think about Derrick anymore. I wanted some much needed alone time with Cato. With all this Derrick drama it had been hard to find the time to express our love for each other physically. We were never alone and the few times we were we both were exhausted. So this weekend I planned to get in as much one on one time with my boyfriend as possible. Once school was done Cato drove my to my house to pick up my stuff for the weekend and say goodbye to my father. He reminded us to stay safe and check in with him every day which I told him we would. Next stop was Cato's house and then the gallery to check in with Chloe before we left. She tried to convince us to stay home but we were both determined to go so after a half hour of back and forth she finally let us leave.
When we arrived at the beach house it was just before dinner time, the sun starting to set. It created beautiful colours on the clouds and surrounding sky. We grabbed our bags from the boot of Cato's jeep and headed inside. I dropped my bags in the lounge, not bothering to head upstairs and walked straight to the back patio. I unlocked and opened the back door and just stood there staring out at the beach before me. The salty breeze was a welcome change, I took in a depth breathe and sighed. I closed my eyes and let my body relax and de-stress. Just being here, away from the city made me like everything was going to work out and be fine. I felt Cato's arms wrap around my waist as he started to kiss me neck. I tilt my head to the side encouraging him to continue. A smile slowly forms on my face, I finally didn't feel like I was being watched anymore, this was exactly what I needed.
"Thank you for convincing our parents to let us come here, this is exactly what I needed." I say intertwining me fingers with his.
"This is something we both needed. To get away, be alone and have some fun." He replies with a whisper against my ear.
His breathe ghosting against it make me shudder. I bit my bottom lip and stared out at the ocean contently. "Well I'm up for some fun as soon as I get some food." I say playfully, hoping he would agree and we could get dinner out of the way so we could get to dessert.
"Alright then, let's see what's in the freezer then." Cato says turning us around. We walk towards the kitchen, Cato never once letting go of me.
I open the freezer door and look around at its contents. There wasn't much there, frozen pizza, pasta and chips. I raise an eyebrow contemplating what I would prefer before reaching for the boxed pizza. "This alright?" I ask turning slightly so I could see his face.
"Yeah, sure." He says kissing my cheek. "Honestly I don't care what we eat. All I care about is what we can finally get up to when we are done."
He smirks against my neck and I playfully slap his arm before closing the freezer and heading towards the oven. I read the instructions on the back before setting the temperature on the oven. Cato lets go of me, eliciting a whine in protest from me. He returns with a tray to put the pizza on before wrapping his arms back around me. I put the pizza on the pan and place it in the oven and turn on the timer. "Where to now?" I ask.
"Couch." Cato demands as we stumble toward the couch a few meters away from us.
When we reach the couch I turn around in his arms to face him. I used his shoulders to pull myself up and kiss him hungrily before abruptly pushing him down onto the couch. Cato let's out an approving groan and sits there relaxed with a cock grin gracing his face. I crawl into his lap before kissing him again. I pull away when the need for air takes over. "I've missed being able to do this." I say before kissing down his jaw and down his neck. I'm hands find the hem of his tee before I pull it up so I could feel the hard rippling muscles beneath it. Cato leans up and I pull the top completely off him before I return to his neck and start kissing down his chest. I slip down onto the floor between his legs as my lips make there way down his abs towards his waistline.
I undo his belt and pull open his jeans. I slowly unzip him before grabbing either side of the jeans before pulling them down along with his underwear to his mid thigh. His manhood now fully exposed to me. I stare for a second at the prize before taking it in my hand and lightly stroking it. He moans softly and I bite my bottom lip as I watch his face fill with lust. "I thought you wanted to wait until after we ate." He says.
I smirk at him. "A boys allowed to change his mind isn't he?" I ask but before he gets a chance to reply I bend forward and let his cock slip into my mouth. I start off slow, rubbing circles into his hips with my thumbs. I work myself up to a moderate pace but when I feel Cato start to get close I pull off completely.
Cato slumps and growls at me not allowing him to reach climax. "Why did you stop?"
I shrug not answering him with words, instead pulling my sweats off, along with my underwear. I don't bother kicking off my shoes, instead straddling him and grabbing his hand. I let three of his fingers slid into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around them for a minute or two before pulling them out. "You know what I want." I say grinding down against him.
His smile widens as his hand moves behind me. I feel his first finger start to make its way into me as I wrap my arms around his neck. I lean down and start to kiss him, shifting back against his finger as he pumps it into me. He works in another finger, the third minutes later. I moan into his mouth as he stretches my hole. Cato slides his other hand up under my tee moving to the back of my neck. He grips it lightly and bucks his hips up into mine.
"I'm ready." I tell him parting from his lips for a breathe before heading in for another kiss.
Cato slides his fingers out before lining his cock up against my ass. I let my knees widen so I was now closer to his throbbing member and brace myself. I feel the head start to press against my waiting entrance. It slowly slips in and the breathe I was holding in slips out in a sigh. I slowly lower myself onto his manhood. As I slip down his cock his hands fall to my hips. Once I'm finally at the bottom, my ass flat against his hips, I straight up and let my body relex. When the initial pain starts to subside I lean down and kiss him before lifting myself off him. Once I'm half way I bring myself down again. Cato bites and chews on my bottom lip causing me to moan loudly.
I roll my hips to help stretch me just that little bit more and make it easier to move at a faster pace. It didn't take me long to find a harsh fast tempo, bringing myself up until he was almost complete out of me before burying him completely in me. I was working up a sweat riding his cock. I could feel my prostate being hit with even grind down I made. That tell tale heat in my stomach moving south.
"Yeah babe, don't stop I'm close." Cato pants. He hands now having a firm grip on my hips, helping me with my movements. His own hips raising, meeting mine as I lowered myself.
My hands grasp at his pecks and I let my head fall back and I let my orgasm takes over. I release between us, my toes curling, body rigid as I get out a satisfied moan. Cato thrusts up once more before reaching his own climax. A low growl passes his lips before he pulls my down into his arms and kisses me passionately. I pull back and rest my sweaty forehead against his own.
As my senses return fully I notice the timer had been going off. I sigh pulling myself off him and using his discarded tee to wipe our mess before heading to the kitchen. I didn't bother putting my sweats back on as I rush over to the oven. It smelt like it was burning and when I open the oven door my suspicions where confirmed as a black cloud flows out. "Um Cato, how do you feel about going out for food?" I call out.
Cato walks in buckling up his jeans, he looks at the blackened charcoal that once was a pizza and laughs. "Fine with me." He kisses my cheek. "But maybe you should think about covering up before leaving the house like that. Not that I don't find the shoes with no pants look sexy but I don't think I can handle people staring at my sexy boyfriend more then they already do."
I look down a giggle. "Fine, go get me something to eat. I'll just have a shower and find a movie to watch. And I promise to be in nothing but a pair of those undies you like when you return."
"Now that I can agree to." Cato kisses my check and grabs his keys. He heads out the door as I go back to lounge, picking up our discarded clothing and our bags before heading up to the bedroom.
I throw the used clothes into the laundry basket and pulls off my shoes and top before heading into the bathroom. I turn on the water and as I wait for it to warm I look at myself in the mirror. My hair was a mess and I had marks forming on my neck. I raise an eyebrow at my reflection and the turn back to the shower. I wash slowly, enjoying the warm water running over my now tired muscles.
Once I was done I got out, dried and slipped on those now infamous underwear. Cato had told basically all of our friends about them. I head back down to the kitchen to see if there was anything in the fridge to drink. Once I was in the kitchen I look around at the room, something felt off. That feeling of being watched and not being alone had returned. I walk over to the back door and lock it closed. I look out at the beach to find it completely empty. I'm being stupid, it's just because Cato isn't with me I tell myself. I head back to the kitchen and open the fridge. I look over the minimal contents before my eyes fall on a bottle of vodka. I grab it out and place it on the bench. It was open, I presumed we must have left it here when we were last up. I grab a glass and fill it with ice before pouring in the vodka. I wouldn't normally drink it straight but I needed something to calm myself down.
I take a sip, my face screwing up at the after taste. I walk back up with my drink in hand back to the bedroom to find my phone. When I do I text Cato to hurry up, only to hear his message tone come from his bag. I take another swig now more unnerved then ever. I head back down to the lounge to wait for Cato's return and distract myself by finding a movie to watch once he was here. I finish my glass and go and fill it up again. I look at the house around me and turn the television on hoping some background noise would help.
I take another sip and sit down. I watch the screen not paying attention to what was on. I should have gone with him, but I stayed here thinking I was fine. I need to stop freaking myself out. I just need to distract myself until Cato is back I stand up but fall back on my ass due to head rush. I was drinking this vodka to quickly, I was getting hazy and disorientated already. I stare at my glass, I couldn't be drunk of a glass and a half already but this all felt so familiar. As my eyes get heavy and I realise why this felt so familiar, this was exactly like when Glimmer had drugged me. I had to find Cato, I struggled to pull myself up and head towards the front door. I made it two steps before my legs start to crumple beneath me. I use the wall to lean on willing myself to move but I couldn't. My eyes grow even more heavy and before I know it I feel myself slumping into a mess on the floor.
My eyes flutter open to the memories of what had just happened to me. I realise I was sitting in a dining chair, why and how did I get here? I go to stand only to realise my legs are bound to the legs of the chair, my hands behind my back. "Cato." I call out confused and now scared. I don't get a reply so I yell louder. "Cato."
Still no response, my breathing starts to become shallow as fear takes over. I start screaming his name for what felt like a good hour but the clock on the walk in front of me told me it had only been ten max. I hear a key in the door and I start screaming even louder for him.
"Peeta? Where are you? What's wrong?" Cato's voice booms.
Relief floods me. "In the dining room." I yell back.
"Why are all the lights off?" He asks walking in. He switches the light on and as he eyes fall on me his face drops.
He drops the food in his hand but before he gets a chance to get to me I finally notice Derrick in the shadows behind Cato. I scream as Derrick hits Cato over the head with a baseball bat. Cato falls limply to the ground with a loud crash, making me flinch as I watched. Derrick slowly walks into the light as tears starts to run freely from my eyes. He pokes Cato with the bat to make sure he was out before turning to me and smiling.
"I told you I would be apart of your life again."