Hey so here's the twenty-fifth 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.
Wow we are finally here, the finale. Gosh I want to thank you all for the love, support and pm's. It meant the world. As I have said I do want to do a sequel but for the moment I just want to work on my other stories, a new one should be out within the week :). Again thank you I can't believe we are here already, and in just over a month and a half. Its a crazy feeling finishing this, I kind of never wanted it to end. But anyways everything has to end at some point right? I don't know if you'll cry in this chapter I know I did a lot but that's because it was the end for the story I think. So love to you all. Xoxoxo
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He Took My Heart
Chapter Twenty-Five
I go through several draws before finding a metal skewer. I dash over to Cato and get to work on the handcuffs. The whole time I'm still crying and still in a panic. "I'm sorry." I apologise fumbling with the skewer.
"Babe it's fine, you're doing great. Just keep trying." Cato says lovingly.
I move to the left of him and work on getting at least one hand free so we could leave. I'm almost there when Cato suddenly kicks me away. I fall on my ass in pain and watch as Derrick lunged onto Cato with the knife from last night. I let out an agonising scream as I watch the knife enter his abdomen. Everything seemed to move in slow motion. I watch Cato's face fill with pain as he cried out. I scrambled to my feet as I heard the scream of another person in the room but my complete focus was Cato now. The knife slips out just as easily as it slipped in and I watch as blood starts to cascade from the deep wound. I wasn't sure what to do, attack Derrick or go to Cato. A second later I realise what was more important to me and dash forwards.
My crying is uncontrollable as a bolted towards Cato. I couldn't lose him, I feared it with all my life. I didn't know what to do, I was in shock. "Cato?" I voice was almost unrecognisable. My heart was pounding, breaking as I watched a tear fall from his face. "Why did you do that? Why would you do that?" I question as a realise I had to try to stop the bleeding. I hear a yelp and buzzing noise before something hard hits the floor behind me. I was to preoccupied with the man I loved, love I correct myself. He was going to survive this, we were going to survive this.
As I bunch his t-shirt over the wound and apply pressure he let's out a groan in pain. "Are you alright?" He asks through gritted teeth.
"No you idiot, why would you kick me out the way? Your a stupid fool Cato, I can't lose you." I tell him, I look up at his face and it kills me to see the colour had already drained from his face.
"You, you won't Peeta, I'll be there in your heart." He replies softly.
"Don't say that." I tried to control my tears but looking back down at the hands, that were now covered in blood, I lost it even more. Before I could really understand what was happening or how Delly was beside me. She pulled off her jumper before placing it over my hands I moved them out from under them before putting over the jump. "Delly, he, we, I just."
"Peeta it's okay. I called the ambulance and police already. Derrick is out cold, Clove used her taser on him. I need you to keep applying pressure okay." She says, taking control of the situation. Delly my rock, she had been there for me in every way possible and now I owed her and Clove so much. If they weren't here things could be so much worse. "Cato I need you to keep talking to us okay. You need to stay awake."
"Sure, so um, you guys seem to have the art of perfect timing down. Though, ow, you could have come five minutes earlier, then maybe Peeta wouldn't be such a mess." I could tell Cato was trying his best to down play how much pain he was it, let alone how serious this was.
I smile a bit at his comment. "Shut up, you know what this means right?"
"What?" He ask still trying to keep a straight face.
"Once you're all stitched up and out of the hospital I'll get to play nurse and take care of you." I giggle while more tears joined the growing puddle on the floor below me.
Cato let out a pained laugh. "I look forward to that."
A second later Clove joined us. "I found the keys in his pocket." She carefully undid the handcuffs and helped Cato let his arms fall to his side.
"Peeta I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left you here alone." Cato says, his voice and breathing becoming laboured.
"Cato this isn't your fault, it's mine. I should have known he'd follow us here. But I need you to hold on okay, I'm not losing you now." I tell him turning to Clove and Delly. "When's the ambulance getting here?"
"It's on its way Peeta." Delly reassures me. Within the next five minutes I could hear sirens approaching, I thanked god in my head. Cato just had to hold on a few minutes more. As the sirens approached the front of the house Clove got up and dashed towards the front door to show them where we were. A minute later two police and two paramedics entered the room. The paramedics rushed over to us and put down their bags.
"Can you tell me what happened?" one asks pulling out some bandages.
"He was stabbed, it went really deep about ten, fifteen minutes ago." I tell him, still to scared to move my hands.
"Alright I'm going to need you to move back while we work to stop the bleeding before we move him." He says.
I nod and as I move back the second paramedic returns with a stretcher. The first paramedic bandages Cato's wound before he lays him down on the stretcher. I felt a wave of relief for a second before I notice Cato become unresponsive and his body seemed clammy. "Is everything alright?" I ask in great concern.
"I'm afraid not, he his going into hypovolemic shock. He's lost to much blood already. We are going to take him to the hospital immediately. When you are done with the police you can came and wait there alright kid." He says lifting the stretcher and starts to push Cato out of the room.
I wanted nothing more to follow but one of the two policemen stopped me. I turn to see the girls in tears already talking to the other officer.
"Like I said he was right there." Clove says looking at the floor.
"What?" I half yell walking up to them. "He's gone?" I question looking around the room, suddenly feeling unsafe again.
"Alright, well we will handle this, he can't of gotten far, you are free to get cleaned up and head to the hospital. We will be back for further questions though." He tells us before turning around and talking into his radio.
We had been so distracted we didn't even notice Derrick get up and leave? I couldn't think about that I need to get to the hospital right now. A half hour later I was in the hospitals waiting room with Delly and Clove. I had scrubbed of as much of Cato's blood I could but my skin was still stained red. I had thrown on a tee and some sweats and gotten Clove to drive here as soon as I was dressed.
The doctors didn't tell me much just the were working on him. It killed me waiting and not knowing. Because I wasn't family and the police were involved they weren't really allowed to tell me much about his condition. Clove and Delly thankfully contacted both our parents. After the police returned and asked for a full statement from me. I told them everything I could remember and one the police were down and had taken pictures of my wounds they sent over a doctor to check me out. I refused though, telling them I would wait until I knew Cato was alright before letting them check my superficial wounds. They didn't even hurt, nothing did, I was numb right now.
Chloe showed up an hour later, running down the hall in her massive heels. As soon as she saw me she pulled me into a tight hug. I lost it again, my fears and guilt taking over. What if her son died because of me? "They won't tell me anything because I'm not family." I sob letting her go.
She nodded, wiping the tears from my cheeks before walking over to the nurses station. She came back and informed me that Cato had lost a lot of blood and the were making sure there was not internal damage to any organs before they closed up him wound.
Waiting could only be describes as being in hell. I couldn't bare it, not knowing, not seeing him. I lost track of the minutes, the hours. I ended up laying my head in Delly's lap, Chloe next to me and Clove next to her, their hands intertwined tightly. Finally a doctor walked out and called for Chloe. She gave my knee a reassuring squeeze before standing up and walking over to the doctor.
There was to much distance between us and them to hear what he said but when I saw Chloe start to cry, her hand covering her mouth to stop any sound escaping it, my heart sank. It couldn't be the end, we were meant to be together, he told me we were. I was nothing without him.
Four months later
I woke up disorientated, the horrid dream, no nightmare making me question what was real and what was not. I hated that I couldn't differentiate between the two anymore. Well I could but sometimes it took me some time to work it out. My brain while had no physical damage was damaged all the same. I sigh and roll over from one side of the bed to the other. The other side was cool, almost cold compared to the warmth I felt on the side I woke up on. I didn't really want to leave the comfort of my bed. Here I was safe, untouchable, the reality of what had happened to me couldn't touch me here. I could pretend everything had been a messed up nightmare, or a lie someone have convinced me was real. I hated waking up alone so much, it made me feel as though I had nothing left. Like he wasn't real, he had never been here. His smile and laugh were something I made up. All the time we spent together meant nothing. That really I had been insane this whole time and he was just something my brain conjured up to protect me in some messed up way.
Honestly after everything that happened I wasn't the same person. I wasn't as daring or free. I had become a paranoid shell, full of distrust in the world. I didn't want to be this version of me but I couldn't change it. I couldn't change what had happened. I couldn't change how it still effected me to this day. I eventually went back to school. Most people avoided me though, as if I had some disease or if I was near them long enough they would be cursed or something. That just looking me in the eyes would cause something bad to happen to them. It was depressing and I tried to ignore the stares, the whispers but some days I couldn't and I'd come home and feel broken. Like there was something wrong with me.
After a month of avoiding my friends they decided I needed help, my father agreed. I now go see a shrink once a week. I hate that they were right, but it really did help. The doctor was able to help me make sence of what happened. To understand and slowly learn that I needed to move on. And thankfully I had started to do it. Soon after Delly and the girls became a regular part of my life again. If it wasn't for them I'd probably question my sanity more often. They kept me grounded, kept my mind intact. They out of everyone didn't treat me any different then before. I loved them for it, it's all I wanted, to be normal again.
My father and brother even treated me differently. It was as though they had to walk on eggshells around me. That any given moment they would say something wrong and I'd snap and lose it. It annoyed me that they though I was that fragile, that broken. I had survived what Derrick had done, sure I wasn't the same person I used to me but I was still here. I was still trying to live my life, I still had hope things would get better.
There was a light knock at my door, I looked up to see my dad open the door. "Peeta, you should get up soon. You don't want to be late."
I nod and he leaves me be. I lay there for a few seconds trying to remember what day it was, what I had to get ready for. It clicked a second later and a sat up realising I should shower and get ready. I really didn't want to be late. I had to be ready in a half hour so I walked quickly over to my shower and turned it on. I looked at myself in the mirror. I had been lucky enough to have no physical reminders of that day. The bruises faded away over a few weeks. My wrists had completely healed and I had no scares at all. When I had finally agreed to let the doctors to see me I was informed that while I had been out Derrick had sexually assaulted me. He had taken me while I was unconscious and it killed me. I was so angry after, so frustrated, I felt so dirty. I felt as is what he had done was my fault, that I had brought it on myself. That it was karma for what I had done to Glimmer. My therapist had helped me moved passed it now though. He taught me to let my past go and look forward. I couldn't change what happened but I could chose to not let it define my life, define who I was.
Twenty-five minutes later I was dressed in a soft white tee, grey skinny jeans and white high-tops. I looked at my reflection and tried to smile, but the person staring back at me didn't look right. Maybe when I got there I'd be able to smile normally. I grabbed my phone and headed down to the kitchen. Ry and my father were there waiting for me.
"You ready for this?" Ry asks with a smile.
"You have no idea." I say grabbing a glass of water.
"Good, I'm sure after today you'll feel better." He says standing up and turning back to dad. "We'll come straight home after."
My dad nods before standing up and hugging me. "You deserve to be happy."
"I will be dad." I tell him before letting go and following Ry down the stairs and out the bakery's front door. We get into Ry's car and Ry backs out onto the road. We sat in silence for the first ten minutes, I was happy that today had finally come. maybe I would be able to feel complete again.
"You know his picture was in the paper again. They still have no clue where he is." Ry tells me, not mentioning Derrick's name on purpose.
"I don't care where he is, as long as he stays far away from me." I say staring out the window. After a two week manhunt no news came of what happened or where Derrick had ran off to. Him being out there still really unnerved me. But it had been four months and there had not been any sign of his return. I truthfully had hoped he had gone off and died somewhere. I didn't like thinking that one day he might return. The police stationed a unit outside the bakery for the first two months but as it became more clear Derrick wasn't going to risk coming back they eventually pulled the unit.
Though I was basically not allowed out alone even still to this day. My father had become a little overprotective after everything. I mean it was sweet he cared and wanted me to be safe but I figured if it was going to happen, it would. There was nothing I could to change that. It was fate, just like Cato and I had been.
"Do you think Chloe will be happy to see you?" Ry asks trying to change the subject from Derrick.
"I'd hope so, she's been so supportive since that day. She's basically who I think of as my mother these days." I say still staring out at the world out side the car. Even after everything my real mother had no interest is seeing me. I was fine with it, I have learned that family wasn't blood, it was who loved you no matter what. And I had an amazing family. We passed a sign that told me we were getting close to the airport. It was going to be nice seeing her, I haven't seen her in two weeks while she was away.
"What time does the flight get it?" Ry asks turning into the parking area.
"It should have landed about ten minutes ago. So hopefully it won't be to long before they are out." Once we found a park we got out, Ry got a parking stub and we headed towards the arrives section.
Fifteen minutes of waiting felt like hours. My palms had become sweaty, I couldn't sit still. My nerves had become wrecked, I was basically about to have a heart attack, the anticipation of the doors opening was killing me. When they finally did I bolted upright, Ry close behind me. I searched the crowd of people that appeared through the doors. I started to walk forward, my excitement bursting. That's when I saw what I was looking for. Blonde hair, blue eyes, a huge grin plastered on his face. A small cry escapes my mouth as a run towards him. He mirrors my actions and drops his bags as I leaped into his arms. This moment with Cato was perfect. I was home, I was complete.
Meanwhile a few meters away
He sat in the car and watched them walk hand in hand back towards Peeta's brothers car. It angered him Peeta still loved the brutish boy, his brothers best friend. He wondered why his brother had sided with Cato over him. He was the perfect match for Peeta, not Cato. He felt a hint of jealousy rise up and he grumbled to himself at how happy Peeta looked. He was only meters away, he was basically in arms reach. If only he could snatch Peeta back right now. But he needed to be smart, he need Peeta back and he would get him somehow. This time he would get it right. He wouldn't make the mistakes he made last time. He just had to bide his time and it would happen. He knew he would have Peeta again.
AN: soooo it's done, finished. God I can't believe it, I hope you enjoyed it, let me know if you did and I promise to start working on a sequel in a few weeks xoxo Mattiboi.