*Ahem* WARNING! I don't know what I ate/drank that made me write this chapter -_-... attempted rape scene... and sorry for updating late
"You should've told me sooner, Effie." Haymitch said in a low and sad voice.
They both sat at the back of the stage the whole entire time. Effie told him everything. She knew the risk and she knew the consequences well but she needed help and her heart could no longer bear to keep such an issue from him. She had to tell him; she doesn't have a choice.
"I didn't want you to get hurt..." she replied.
Haymitch looked at her with sadness and pity. In a way, he pities both Effie and their daughter. They don't deserve him; they deserve someone better. He knew this even then; even before Amaryllis was born. He sighed and said that they deserve someone better, someone like Seneca maybe.
"You do deserve us, I love you... We both love you... You're a wonderful person. Why can't you see that?"
"Listen, I am positive that there are only five people who ever thought that I was great and three of them are dead and I don't want to add Maryl to the list of people I got killed." he replied.
"She won't die; she has the same fire in you. It's just there waiting to be unleashed. She'll live; she has your wits and your support. We don't need Seneca, we need you..." Effie was pleading;strange as it may seem Haymitch was the one person she was ready to give her full trust to. It's true that Maximilian promised to get Amaryllis out of there alive, it's true that she has agreed to her daughter's wishes to form an alliance with other tributes and it's true that Seneca swore on getting her daughter out of there at the condition that she marries him. All of that can increase Amaryllis's chance to win but she placed all of her trust on Haymitch simply because she knows that he loves their daughter and he'd never let anything hurt her.
"I'm no good... I don't have the control but he does..."
"Yes, but he doesn't love her. He doesn't care if she gets hurt but you do! Why this? Why do you trust him so much all of a sudden?"
"I don't know what the hell that bastard is up to but you know that I'll do anything for her to win. Even if it means that I have to sacrifice everyone I love to that douche bag. I don't deserve you anyway... No, I don't trust him but I sure don't trust myself even more."
"Haymitch, I-" Effie stopped mid-sentence when she heard Ceasar call out their daughter's name. They both looked towards the screen that was placed in the backstage.
Everyone couldn't help but to look at her and gasp in astonishment. She was wearing a deep red dress that trails down to the soles of her feet; it was covered in tiny silver pieces that glittered in the light and she leaves a trail of silver sparkles wherever she goes. She has an artificial red and silver amaryllis pinned to her hair. She looked like a sparkling flower.
She put on her best smile and waved at the audience as she gracefully walked towards her place in the stage. She was a spectacle; her entrance garnered the most attention so far and even the other tributes; who tried to look uninterested couldn't help but to steal glances. Ceasar welcomed her warmly and she took her seat and looked out into the audience with the sweetest smile that she has ever put on.
"That's quite a dress you have there." he remarked with a huge grin on his face.
"Only the best from Mr. Cinna." she replied proudly.
"So tell me, how's your stay going?." he casually asked.
"Well sir, I can honestly tell you that it's nothing like District 12. The people are really nice and it's like this futuristic wonderland."
"That's because it is." He gave out a whole-hearted and the rest of the audience soon followed.
She looked towards the audience with a big smile on her face and despite not wanting to say it she exclaimed "Can somebody say best place on earth or what?"
The crowd cheered her on; everybody loved her. Ceasar has been known to help tributes make a good impression on the audience but at the rate that things are going Amaryllis doesn't really need that much help.
"So if it's not to personal... You're an orphan right? If you have a chance to see your parents one last time before entering the arena. What would you tell them?
For several days Amaryllis has already played out the interview in her mind; she readied herself for the difficult questions and tried to think of the best replies. Of course, she expected that he'd give out the easy questions first before he would give out the hard and personal ones. A part of her knew that the very question that Ceasar had asked will be given but she'd rather not answer it. It was just a matter of telling the truth or telling a lie. She chose the former: "I'd tell them that I'm glad to have this last moment with them even if there's a possibility that it'll be the last and I'll tell them that I would still try to win for them. Even if the odds are not in my favor."
"And win for them you shall... A score of 12; wow, just wow! How do you do it?"
"It's just a matter of skill, concentration and of course luck."
"Maryl you truly are a wonderful little girl- skilled, talented and cute too. Isn't that right folks? Don't we want more of her?" he addressed to the audience who exclaimed an excited yes.
"But sadly our time is up. Well, I guess we'll just be seeing more of you in the arena. Good luck to you and thank you for that wonderful interview."
"It's my pleasure Mr. Flickerman." she replied with a smile.
They both stood and Ceasar lead her to the front of the stage. He raised her hand and exclaimed "Amaryllis Porter! The Sparkling Star of District 12!" and everyone cheered.
So far she was the most well-received tribute and her score would only add up more sponsors. If it wasn't for her young age and small form one might say that the odds were truly in her favor but why start now? All her life she had received nothing but grief; she was separated from her parents at a young age, she fell out of place and she got reaped on her first year. Why must fate toy with such an innocent young girl? Maybe it's not fate but another force that might be just as powerful; a force that has been her unknowing puppeteer all of her life. One that's controlling her or at least, trying to control her. It's no use though; there's a fire within the confines of her very being that's waiting to come out and it's almost time.
Upon seeing their daughter's interview their troubles were momentarily removed from their thoughts and they both smiled with pride from their daughter's success.
She entered the backstage room with a giant smile plastered on her face. She looked at her parents and exclaimed proudly "I know I didn't stick to the plan but I do think that I did quite well."
"You were excellent. That was amazing!" exclaimed Effie.
"Well, it did go better than I expected. Good job, sweetheart." praised Haymitch.
"Thanks mom, thanks dad. I really did my best but I was really nervous... and that question... I nearly-" she stopped mid sentence, sighed and muttered a nevermind. Her parents immediately looked at her concern.
"Anything wrong, sweetheart?" Haymitch asked.
Amaryllis shook her head and gave them a fake smile. Of course something is wrong, everything is wrong. That question, the whole interview; one would expect that from her answer she'd be more hopeful and ready to face the arena but it isn't so. This is just another reminder, a wake up call if you may, that her dreams and fantasies are coming to an end. Tomorrow will probably the last day she'll see her parents and she's just not ready to loose them again.
I'm fine, don't worry. I'll just go and watch Max's interview, I'll be in the other room if you need me."
Haymitch and Effie didn't believe her. They both know that something is wrong. They looked at each other and as if having some sort of silent conversation Effie nodded her head ever so slightly to let Haymitch know that he needs to talk with their daughter but as soon as he leaves, the very person that she wants to avoid walks into the room.
"Awww, poor Maryl... Probably scared to death that she won't survive." Seneca said sarcastically.
"Wha-What do you want now!? W-Why a-are you here!?" she stammered.
"I thought we agreed to meet up after her interview, so have you decided yet?"
"Well I-" she was cut off.
"I knew it, still so unsure I see... My patience is wearing thin you know. I want an answer now! Do you want to save your bastard or your relationship with your drunk."
After having that talk with Max, she was starting to have doubts about agreeing on Seneca's plan but seeing as to how Haymitch approved of it she might agree after all."Nothing bad will happened to her right?"
"Well, I can't guarantee her to come out unscathed but she'll come out alive."
That was a good enough answer for Effie. She gently nodded her head and muttered a yes under her breath. Seneca smiled devilishly and said in a mocking tone "What was that? I didn't quite catch that."
"I said yes, I'll agree to your plans..." She said in a slightly louder tone.
"Can you say that again? My ears are rather weak today..." he said in a mocking tone.
"I said that I'm yours!"
His eyes filled with lust and he grabbed her roughly. She scowled at him and begged him to stop but he merely smiled at her and whispered that they need not to worry for there are no hidden cameras in that room. She resorted to pushing him away from her but he was way stronger than she'll ever be. He pinned her against the nearest wall; she kept struggling against his grasp but he merely laughed at her attempts and crashed his lips against hers. He slipped his tongue inside her mouth while sliding his hands beneath her blouse. She tried to scream but his tongue pushed in deeper; muffling the sound.
His hands felt around the inside of her shirt; her stomach, her back then he started sliding them beneath her bra. Effie struggled further as he felt his hands grope her. He felt his pants tighten so he slid out his hands from her top; he used the right to undo the button and zipper on his pants while the other held her down.
A gasp coming from an open door made him stop. They both looked towards that direction only to see a traumatized Amaryllis staring at them with tears daring to fall down her eyes. It took her a few moments to register everything and her shock slowly turned to anger until her face was red with fury. She focused most of her attention on Seneca. "YOU MOTHER FUC-" she was cut off as soon as a hand covered her mouth from behind; it was Haymitch's. As soon as she had cooled off a little he let go of her. Tears streamed down her eyes and without another word she took off running. With Seneca distracted it was easy for Effie to push him away and as soon as he escaped
He already told her that he was fine with her agreeing to Seneca's plans but he was hit with a bitter pang of jealousy when he saw them together. Selfish as it may seem; he couldn't let that happened again, he couldn't bear to see her with another man. His eyes filled with wrath as he moved closer to Seneca. He pinned him against the wall and tightened his knuckles until they were white. Seneca tried to escape but Haymitch was way stronger than him. He briefly looked around the room and said in an angry yet mocking tone "No cameras, right?" right before punching his face so hard that it knocked him out.
He would have beaten him to a pulp but he knows that he shouldn't do anything that might get Effie executed; he doesn't really care about what happens to him and he knows that Amaryllis wouldn't be punished because of the simple fact that she's a tribute. For the past few days he and his family have done a lot of things that could get them severely punished. It was rather surprising that they haven't been punished yet.
Ugh, what the hell has happened to this story. It's starting to look a lot like those telenovelas and soaps that I love to make fun of. Ohhh What's next? Maybe the protagonist's evil twin will marry her love interest with the thought that it actually is the protagonist. Then eventually the love interest will find out but it will be too late for the evil twin is already pregnant with his child.
Out of grief, the protagonist decides to travel to abroad in the hopes of escaping her sorrows. There she clicks it off with an incredible guy. He proposes to her and she accepts only to find out that he's actually his half brother from her father's side. His mother was a foreign whore that got together with their father once. Because of this she remembers her long lost love and becomes depressed. Her half-brother starts to pity her and help her find him.
After finding out that the child wasn't his but is actually his evil twin's (heck, everyone gets an evil twin in this story!) He decided to follow the protagonist to abroad. Upon meeting her half-brother, he helped them get together. He told her everything, they got back together, had 5 kids, he became an unemployed drunk, she had to become a whore to provide for their family. They fought and had hate sex every night. THE END!
I don't exactly know how hayffie will fit into that story but whatever...
Please 'r and r' and stay tuned for the next chapter