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I've been sitting there, in my couch for hours, when I look out and realize it's gotten very late. It's dark outside, and
all of the houses in the Victors Village is dark, except Finnicks. I sigh and get up, take my shoes on and walk over to his
house. I don't really want to talk to him, but I want some answers.
His door is locked. I knock on it, and he answers by shouting "I'm commiiiing". He's drunk. Great.
I look down as I wait for him to open up. He opens, and the reeking smell of alchohol hits me.
"What? You wanna yell at me?" he says, in a sloppy voice.
I roll my eyes and step past him, entering his house. The livingroom and the kitchen is a big mess. Bottles, food and - for some
weird reason - clothes, are flooding his floor. I sigh. He closes the door and follows me, with a blottle in his hand.
"What do you want?" he says, before he drops down on the couch.
"I was going to ask you some things... but I'll wait untill the morning." I slowly walk towards the door as I say it.
"Wait..." he shouts after me. "Don't go." he whispers.
I stop and turn towards him. "You're drunk. I don't like being around you when you're drunk."
"I'll be sober again in the morning..."
"Finnick... I just..." I sigh before I finish the scentence. "If you let me clean up in here, I'll stay here untill the morning."
He looks down for a few seconds, then up at me again. "Okay."
It actually doesn't take too long to clean up. When I finish, Finnick is still laying on the couch, but he hasn't fallen asleep yet.
I sit down in the chair next to him and close my eyes.
Suddenly, I feel a hand on my arm. I look at my arm, and then at him, giving him the basic look of 'no'.
"Cuddle with me, please?" he says, clarely ignoring my look.
"Finnick, no..."
He breaks me off. "Just this once. I'll answer whatever you ask me, just let me have a comfterable night for once."
I sigh and lay down next to him, cuddleing up to his chest.
"Thank you." he whispers in my ear, as he puts his arms around me.
The next morning, I wake up still facing Finnicks chest. I look up at his face. He's still sleeping.
I push his arms away and go to the kitchen. The frying pan is standing at the oven, so I decide to make some fried eggs. When I'm done, I find some
bread and put it all on two plates. I put it neatly on the kitchen table, and walk over to Finnick again.
"Wake up, I made some breakfast."
He slowly opens his eyes, and looks up at me. "Hey..." he says, smiling a little, but still clarey in a hangover.
I roll my eyes. "Come to the kitchen."
When he finally comes, and sits down oposite me. We both start eating, none of us says anything.
After a little while, he breaks the scilence. "What do you want to know?"
I look up at him. "Why? Why do you have to... sleep... with other women?"
He sighs. "I told you, Snow is forcing me. He won't tell me why, just that he'll hurt you and the rest of my family if I don't do what I'm told."
"But... can't you just... run away?"
"And let him take you? No. I... I just have to do what I'm told." he looks down, shamefully.
"Finnick..."
"You think I want to do it?" he breaks me off. "You don't know how dangerous it is. How dangerous Snow is. I think it's best if we just... don't see
each orher anymore."
He's shutting me out. My eyes are filling up. "But... but you can't just..."
"Just leave, Annie!" he shouts, still looking down.
I run out of his house and back to my own, as quickly as I can. The tears start streaming down my face as I run up to my room and lay down in my bed.
Last night he was begging me to stay, and even if he was drunk, I could tell that he meant it. But now, he's put up a wall to shut me out, and don't know what to do about it.
What if he's planning to shut me out forever?
I have so many feelings colliding with each other, that I decide to forget about it. Just for a while, until I know what I'm even supposed to think about it.
Quietly, I fall asleep.