Ella:
"Mommy! I want another story!" Elie shouts at me, pointing to the books on the bedside table.
"Okay, but this is the last one for the night. Mommy needs to go to sleep soon," I pick up a book. It was an old one about a cat in a hat. He listens attentively when I read through it' eventually his eyes droop close and he goes to sleep. I place the book back in the basket and kiss him on the forehead, get out of the chair next to his bed and turn off the light. I peer over my shoulder to see him, "good night my little angel. Have sweet dreams." I close the door behind me and make my way down the hall to mine and Cinna's room. Cinna was lying in bed reading romance novel.
"Is Elie asleep?" he asks, closing the book and laying it on the bedside table and along with his reading glasses.
I nod my head, "but you are doing reading time tomorrow. You got that?"
"Okay then dear," Cinna tapping the side of the bed next to him. I crawl into the bed next to him and lay my head on top of his chest. He pulls his arms around me and starts singing the lullaby that I always loved him singing to Elie. I peer up at him sleepily and give him a lazy smile. "Oh yeah, Ella, I have to get up early tomorrow. I have been called back for the styling position. If I can prove that I can design pretty well, I get the job," Cinna whispers into my ear, "is that okay?"
"Why would it not be okay?" I reply to him, then letting out a loud yawn.
"I do not even know why I asked," Cinna kissed my forehead, "goodnight, Ella."
"Goodnight, Cinna," I get comfortable on his chest and my eyes droop close. Slowly I fall back into dreamland, but this night's dream is one that I can recall clearly. I was running through the streets of the Capitol, a gun in hand, dressed in some gray suit and black boots with the numbers '451' on the side. I was following the golden curls of Finnick Odair.
"Ella! Hurry! They are chasing after us!" Finnick shouts, looking back behind us to find vicious wolf mutts chasing after us. We pick up our pace and cut a corner. I peer over at my partner, hoping that he had a plan. We eventually reach a dead end, and I just have enough time to whisper, "I love you, Cinna," before I die.
"Ella, are you up?" Cinna shakes me a little bit.
One of my eyes open, I pull myself up, and sit up on my side of the bed, "yes, Cinna, yes."
He gives me a kiss on the cheek and gets out of bed, "I am sorry to leave you so early, but I need to get there in a hour and half and I need to get ready."
I hold my head, whisper something under my breath, before replying to Cinna, "it is okay dear; it is okay. Just get going where you need to go. I will be at the house if you need me."
"Thank you, Ella. I will be home at four today. I will take us out for some food when I get home," Cinna starts to make a plan to make up for it, "see you later. Hope you have a good day." He gets ready, putting on the same outfit that he was wearing the day me and him first laid eyes on each other. He leaves the room and I know he is gone.
The first thing I do in the morning is pull on a tank top, jeans, and a hooded sweatshirt. I push up my glasses and blindly make my way to Elie's room. He is already up, trying to dress himself, but putting his clothes on backwards. "Okay, Elie, I know you like to see if you can dress yourself, but would you like mom to help?" I put my hands on my waist.
He looks up at me, "no, I got my clothes on."
"Yes, but they are on backwards. Good try, I will give you points for actually getting them on this time. Now let mommy help you put them on properly," I get down on one knee and turn his shirt right side up, his pants were okay, and switch his shoes and tie them.
"Thank you, mommy," he puts his arms up in the air, wanting me to pick him up. I pull him up in my arms, carrying him with one arm around him. We head into the kitchen and I sit him in his booster seat at the kitchen table.
"What do you want for breakfast, sweetheart?" I ask him, turning my attention to the table seeing if he was doing something wrong. Luckily he is just playing with the crayons and coloring book laid out on the table from last night.
"I want some cut up fruit and granola," he answers me, taking his attention from his coloring book for a couple of seconds before returning back to his coloring. That sounded like a good breakfast and I hit a red button on the table and type in the food that I wanted. It came up ready for serve. I grab a fork for Elie and a spoon for my oatmeal and sit down at the table. I hand my son his food and move his coloring book away from where he was eating.
"Thank you, mommy," he whispers, starting to eat a piece of banana.
"You are welcome, Elie," I lean over the table and start eating my oatmeal. I slowly devour it, done after Elie who was coloring again in his book. I grab out dirty dishes and put them in the dishwasher. I decide to sit at the living room couch, were I could watch TV and watch Elie at the same time. I flip it on, deciding to watch the Hunger Games coverage. It was currently down to the final five, the boy from three, the girl from two, the girl from four, and both from one. They recently called a feast, and the careers were battling it out over the food. The District Three boy was stealing some apples from the table while the careers were distracted. Eventually he runs away without being caught, the camera keeps on the fight. I knew the District Three boy was going to be named the victor today. I had a strange gut feeling.
Elie and me are like this for an hour and half until there is a knock on the door. "I got it," I whisper, turning off the television set and open the door. A man, that is in his early forties, and was dressed like Gamemaker is at the door. "What do you want?" I ask him, suspicious by his look.
"You are Ella Rossi?' he asks, looking around the hall to see if anybody was there.
"Maybe, what is it to you?"
"I am Plutarch Heavensbee, all I have is an invitation for you, may I come in?"
I step out from in front of the door and let him through, "I am not going to see the president if that is what it is for."
"No, I promise you that it is not," he steps into my apartment, and hands me a card, "I would like to join the Capitol Rebellion Group along with your husband. I heard what has happened to you and Cinna, and we want to help you."
"Well what is this group about," I return to my place on the loveseat.
"We are planning to rebel against the Capitol, along with the victors. Really Ella, I believe it is going to be good for you and Cinna. I will leave the decision up to you and your husband. There is a meeting tonight and every Friday night. Just come the meeting place on the card. Anyways, I wish you a good day dear, and hope to see you tonight."
"I will think about this, you actually are more likely to see me and Cinna there tonight. Have a great day and see you tonight, Plutarch," I whisper, he gives me a small bow of the head before leaving the apartment and closing the door behind him.
"What was that about?" Elie asked, his attention was completely diverted from his coloring books.
"Which baby sitter would you like to watch you tonight, Elie? Actually, I will call Cecelia to watch you. Would you like grandpa to come over as well?" I question him, hoping that he would want them to come over. I wanted to go to the Capitol Rebellion Group; I wanted to avenge the death of my best friend since I was a little girl. I wanted to get my revenge for forcing me into prostitution. I wanted the Capitol to go down.
"I want grandpa and Cecelia to come over. They buy me chocolate and read me as many stories that I want. They also play games with me," Elie replied, jumping out of his booster seat and toddles over to me. I pull him up on my lap and lay down on the love seat. I grab the remote to the windows and turn on the District Eight scenery. Elie crawls over to my side and falls back to sleep on my arm. I adjust myself so he is comfortable and fall asleep myself.
"Ella! Elie! I am home!" I could hear Cinna's voice from the front door, "I have great news!"
My body jumps up, "did you get the job?" Elie wakes up and looks up towards his dad, who is standing over us.
"Yes! I am going to be a stylist next year!" Cinna shouts, leaning down and connecting his lips with mine. I close my eyes and put my hand on his cheek. I was so ecstatic that he got the job; today was a good day after all.
"Ew, old people love," Elie whispers, jumping off the couch and sits on the floor staring at the scenery. We pull apart and laugh at our son's dismay. He looks up at us and shakes his head. The two of us have taught him well, and made him not afraid to say what is on his mind.
Cinna walks over and takes a seat next to me. We kiss again before breaking loose to look at the District Eight scenes on the window. Elie decides to join us by getting between his father and me. "Hey Elie, lets go color again," I pick up and take him back to his booster at the kitchen table.
"Mommy, I want to spend time with daddy!" Elie groans, peering over to his father, "I have not seen him all day!"
"Well mommy and daddy need to have private conversation," I explain to him, he lets out a loud sigh, but colors. I return to Cinna, who is sitting on the couch, and take a seat next to him. I lean up next to his ear, "Cinna we got an invitation to a group. A capitol rebels group."
"Why did we get that?" He whispers.
"Plutarch Heavensbee came over, he told me that it is beneficial for you and me to join. After all that has happened to us. Cinna a lot has happened to us in the past four years, I want to avenge those in the Capitol. They killed my best friend since we were babies, they forced me into prostitution, and they made me lose my respect and dignity. I want to get my revenge. "
He is resistant at first, but when he realizes that I want this, "when is our first meeting?"
"Tonight," I whisper, "my father and Cecelia are coming over to watch Elie. We can go; Elie wants his grandfather to come over. "
"I guess we are going then," Cinna whispers and kisses me on the lips, "for you Ella." I throw my arms around his neck, pushing him closer to my body. I break the kiss and give him a peck on the cheek before getting off the loveseat, letting go. I pull Elie out of his chair and tell him to wash his hands before going into his room to play with his toys. I smile at Cinna before taking a seat next to him waiting for my father and Cecelia to arrive.
We step into a dark alley that seemed to be the perfect hiding place for this Capitol Rebellion group. At the door, we meet up with a man dressed in all black that asks for our names. "Ella and Cinna Rossi," I reply, "Plutarch Heavensbee invited us."
The man grins at us, "welcome to the group Ella and Cinna, step right in." He steps out of our way and we both casually stroll in. Plutarch greets us with a smile and leads us both to our seats. I slip into my chair along with Cinna.
Plutarch stands in front of the small round table of Capitol citizens, "Welcome Cinna and Ella. Welcome to the rebellion."