Cato POV:

I can still remember the scent she wore when she walked out of my arms. Dahlia, her signature fragrance. Her milky white skin, green eyes and flaxen blonde hair that graced her looks. And now, a person that was kilometers away from me and who I thought I'd never get to see again is in town. Annabelle Tate.

''Margaret, dinner is in less than an hour,'' I snap out of my thoughts,'' Can the table be prepared till then?''

''Yes of course, Mr Hunter,'' the old lady smiled,'' Shall I get the decorations also?''

''Yes, that would be nice. There will be one more person joining us this evening,'' my eye twitches from annoyance. My mother just had to come today.

''Yes, I'll add one more plate on Mrs Adler's request,'' Margaret bowed, and went off to look for Bridget's help.

I sigh, I should probably go get Katniss and let her know dinner's in half an hour. I climb up the staircase, taking slow steps. I wonder if I should pass my mother's room and have a word with her, but I decide against it. It'll just end with me leaving the room with more stress, so I just walk down the hall to Katniss's room. Surprisingly, I find the door locked, so I knock. When I don't get an answer back, I start knocking with more force.

''KATNISS!'' I yell, while knocking.

I hear the door lock, and I see Katniss step outside.

''What?'' she puts on a bored expression, but her eyes show anger.

''Are you okay?'' I ask, while trying to get into the room, but she keeps getting in my way,''Dinner is going to be ready in half an hour.''

''Oh, okay. I'll be there,'' she says, opening the door again.

''Want to continue where we left off?'' I smirk.

''I think I'm going to go rest. It's been a long day, so..'' she trails off, and walks inside, while practically slamming the door in my face.

I continue to stand there for a minute or so, dumbfounded, wondering what the hell just happened. Is she angry with me?

Katniss POV:

I groan from frustration and climb on top of my bed. I curl into a ball and let a tear slide down my face. I hug my pillow tightly, and I pretend for a minute it's Cato I'm holding. More tears roll down my cheeks. Why is it that the whole universe is against us? I know I'm not born under a lucky star, but I thought I at least had a spoonful of luck. If I was blessed with hope and faith I wouldn't complain either, because all of the hope I had disappeared after hearing the name Annabelle.

It's like one of those times when you don't know what will happen next, but you're positive you'll end up hurting. I move my head away from the pillow, and I notice a certain box in the corner of my room. It's been there since I moved, because I'm too lazy to unpack all of my stuff. Actually, it's mum's box, but she asked me to keep the stuff in my room, because she doesn't have a spot in her room where she could place it.
I move towards it and bring it back on to the bed. I position myself into a sitting position and I decide to dig in and look what's in the box.

I find a lot of mum's old stuff. Souvenirs, badges, first aid kit and some...pictures. I've never seen them before. I gasp in surprise at the first picture, because I already know who's in it. Mum is standing in the middle with a big smile on her face with Bolton on her left and dad standing on her right. I thought she showed me all of dad's pictures, but I guess she forgot about this one. Bolton looks surprisingly almost the same. He shoots the same kind smile at the camera like he does now. Beside that, even though it's barely noticeable, he still has the same pained expression. The same expression I wear, but deeply cover with a mask so no one can see.
I come across a lot of dad's pictures with me as a baby in his arms. Prim wasn't born yet. I was about one year old in this picture. On the next picture I see mum with her family. The Rosewood family. I know that even though I never got to see any of my grandparents. They probably disowned my mother as their daughter for bringing shame to the Rosewood name, but I know in my heart they would want to see her and her two daughters. Their granddaughters. I wonder if someone's been telling them how she has been doing throughout the years. Did they hear about Prim's birth and dad's death? Did they ever think about putting their grudge aside and visiting us?
I smile lights up my face when I turn the next picture to reveal me and Glimmer. A frown finds its place on my face when I realize that it wasn't just me and Glimmer in the picture. There is another girl with us. I can't remember this day, especially the little girl. I cannot place the face at all. White porcelain skin with short, slightly wavy brown hair. We were around four here, tops. I can see our old house behind us. Maybe she was just a girl who just lived in the neighborhood for a short while. I can always ask mum if she remembers. Her memory is definitely better than mine's. She remembers every patient she had to work on by name.

*DING DONG*

I snap out of my thoughts when I hear the door ring. I decide I might as well answer it, since everybody seem to always be busy.
I make my way to the staircase, but I hold on to my ground when I see Cato open the door instead. I don't bother coming down, so I just lean on the railings. In comes mum, totally disoriented and flushed. She point her finger behind her and is about to say something until Victoria comes rushing down the stairs with a grin.

'' Oh, I forgot. I begged Margaret to place four more plates in the last minute. Looks like we're having guests,'' she smiles, looking at mum's confused face then back at Cato with a grin.

My mum steps aside, so that the people she was pointing at can come in. Cato's face turn into stone, and it didn't take me long to figure out who the first person to enter was. Annabelle.
There was a huge pang in my chest, and my legs started to shake. My mum looks back at me in confusion, but my eyes are settled on Cato's face. He doesn't glance my way. He stands frozen in his spot, his eyes trained on another. I look back at mum with a pained expression I can't hide with a mask this time.
Mum, meet Mrs Adler and Annabelle. Katniss, meet Annabelle. Yes, it's definitely one of those times you know you'll end up hurting.

A/N:Well I'm sure most of you have a slight picture on who Annabelle is by now. I'm sorry it took me longer to update, but my little cousin is basically driving me crazy. It's not very easy to write, when someone keeps on jumping and yelling in your ear, and I have to play with him, but that ends up with me getting a bruise. He drains all of the inspiration I have ! :D Also, for my guest reviewer, you didn't leave me your mail address, but it doesn't matter...you can have that in common with my story, no problem.

So, I hope you enjoyed...I'll be updating soon, hopefully tomorrow if that little devil doesn't stop me, otherwise I'll be in the mood to kill every character off. Just kidding ! :D..Also, please review !(: