A/N Another late chapter… Sorry. It really was almost done Friday, but I got busy Saturday and didn't finish it then. Here's District Four!

Harbor Douglas, 17, District Four Female

"C'mon," Wade commands, "Now."

I back towards the wall as he takes unbuttons his shirt. "Y- You don't own me," I say, trying to hold a steady voice.

He smirks. "Really? I believe I've paid for this."

"N- No," I stutter, "This wasn't the deal. I never agreed to this."

He just laughs and throws off his shirt. I shudder. He's blocking the door, my only hope of escape. I don't even know why I thought it would be a good idea to come back. He does pay the most, but is it really worth the abuse? In the past, I've given in, but I'm done. Something has to change, and if he won't, I will. He begins to unbutton his jeans. I need to move fast. I take a deep breath and make a mad dash towards the shadowy kitchen lying off to the side of the room.

"You can run," he says, "But you can't run forever."

I grit my teeth to keep myself from speaking. He only gets pleasure from my fear, screaming, and pain. I slowly step backward into the dark corner where he keeps his pots and pans. As he approaches, I reach into the old, creaky cabinet.

Nothing. I glance inside, and it's empty. D*mn*t. What do I do? A chill runs down my spine as he smiles and advances, a hungry grin on his face. I have to find something, anything. If he gets close to me, he'll overpower me. It's happened too many times before.

It's too late for a plan. He's only a few feet away. I grab the first thing I can get my hands on—a bag of sugar— and throw it at him. While he fumbles with it, I dart past him. He grabs my jacket. I rip it off of me and run out the door into the chilly spring weather.

My eyes dart around the street. There aren't many people out right now, but a few people turn their heads and stare at me when they see that I'm barely dressed. It doesn't take smarts to know what they're thinking. Whatever, there's no time. I run as fast as I can away from this place. I won't let him get me this time. I won't let him control me again. I won't. I can't. I crash into Hudson's—my neighbor's—door and steady myself, catching my breath before pounding on the door. It's really cold out here. Hudson, where are you...

The door creaks open, and he lets me into his house.

"Harbor!" he says, closing the door behind me, "What happened?"

I take a deep breath. "I went back," I say, slowly regaining confidence, "I never should've done that."

"Why would you do that?" he says, his face twisting into a mix of surprise and disgust, "I thought you weren't ever going back. "

"That's what I thought… But I did it anyway."

"What is it that you want from him? I understand you going back to other guys, but why him?"

"I don't know," I confess, "I really don't know."

I stare at his dirty floor for a few moments. You are strong, I tell myself. You've always been. Most people don't mess with you. They know who you are. Keep your chin up and move on. No one else has to know.

"Are you okay?" he says.

"Yeah," I say, "I am now. I should probably leave you alone before some girl comes looking for you and sees you like this. Hudson Anatolli caring?"

He laughs. "I guess I do have a reputation to keep."

Suddenly, there's a clatter outside his window. Someone—or something—just fell. My heart sinks. Someone squeals.

"Your windows are really thin, right?" I say.

He realizes what I'm thinking. "Oh…"

It must be Marina. I should've known she was snooping. Of course, she'll go tell mom now, and mom will yell at me when I go home. Such a welcoming prospect. "Can I borrow a jacket?" I say.

"Sure," he says, going to the closet. He pulls out a leather jacket. "Here."

"Thanks." I put it on. It's a little big, but it's okay. "I'll give it back to you later."

"Okay. Bye."

"Bye."

I leave his house. The sun is going down, and a cold wind blows in the streets. I pull the jacket tighter and walk down the streets.

"Hey!" a guy calls. I vaguely remember him paying me for my services before, but I can't remember his name. "Slut!"

"Shut that f***ing trap of yours," I shout back.

"Wh-"

"And I don't want to hear it!" I shout at him before I turn a corner. I'm not even sure where I'm going. I don't care where I go as long as it's not home. I walk past the docks, where a guy and his girl are sitting. I don't think I know either of them.

I wander the streets and alleys for about an hour. At this point, the stars are fully out, and my stomach is rumbling. I know I have to go home, even if I don't want to, so I approach the house. A light shines from the kitchen. My mom?

Before I go in, I take another deep breath. If she screams at me tonight, I won't let it get to me. I will remain calm and silent. With this in mind, I enter my house. The central room is empty, but I hear my mom in the kitchen. She comes out to see who it is.

"Why were you out so late?" she says.

"Oh, I was out with friends," I say, faking a smile. It's not completely false, though. Besides, Marina only saw me at Hudson's house.

"Then why were you with Wade Irving?"

I curse under my breath. Marina saw that too. I grit my teeth and will myself not to reply. It'll only make things worse.

"Harbor, you are a disgrace to our family!" she says. "Your father and I have worked long and hard for what? A slut!"

I purse my lips.

"That's all you are! You are nothing more than a dirty slut! We've spent the past ten years breaking our backs for you, and this is what you do?"

"You've worked hard for us?" I spit. Whoops. It's too late now. "You never cared about us! All you ever want to do is work. You never spent the slightest amount of time with us. It's all about the money, isn't it?"

I turn and stomp away from her into the room I share with Marina. She sticks her tongue out at me. The nerve… I almost slap her. I slam down onto the bed with my face to the pillow. Next time, I won't let her push my buttons like that. Next time, I will win.

Delmar Martin Jr., 17, District Four Male

I sit on the dock after my shift at the fish hatchery and watch the waves crash against the rocky shore. Contrary to popular belief, most of District Four's shoreline is actually rocks, not wide-open beaches as many would like to think. Edlin, sitting beside me, yanks the fishing rod and reels it in, bringing up a foot-long sardine. Also contrary to popular belief, we're allowed to fish for ourselves. It's not like we're forced to buy the fish we eat. Only rich people do that, and I can't name many in Four that are rich. I know Victor's and the officials are pretty well-to-do, but what person in his right mind would buy something he could easily get for free?

Edlin unhooks the fish and tosses it into his bag.

"That's the fourth one?" I say.

"Yeah," he says, "But it'd be so much easier if we were allowed spears and boats. This fishing rod business is slow."

I shrug. "It's not that bad, is it?"

"I could have four to five times what I have now if I were spear fishing." He sighs. "When the Capitol finally cracks down on the rebels, we'll be doing fine."

I don't reply. Sure, that may be true, but being completely free sounds good too. Is it? I don't say anything.

He continues. "Just look at all the other districts. One, two, Seven, Ten. Even Six and Eleven. Pretty much everyone is getting raises and benefits because they've stopped trying to overthrow the Capitol and play along."

That's also true. Aye… why is life so hard? If only these decisions were black and white…

Across the harbor, on the rebel side of the district, smoke rises, swirling and dancing in the wind. It's another one of their ceremonies.

Edlin huffs and spits. "Whaddya say? We go over and blow up the rebel headquarters. You still remember how to make bombs, right?"

"What?!"

"Yeah. Show them that they're being destructive to Panem-"

"Just like we will be if we burn down half of the district," I interrupt, "Remember? Our goal is to get back into the Capitol's favor. How is destroying stuff going to help?"

He sighs. "True, true. I just can't stand sitting here, watching the rebels continue to destroy our lives."

"All we can do is keep supporting the Capitol, I guess. If we try to take down the rebels, there will always be more."

"Once again, true."

I watch the smoke swirl and dissipate. "After everything," I say, "All I want is peace."

"Which isn't possible unless we get rid of the rebels," Edlin says.

I sigh. Honestly, I don't really care who has the upper hand as long as the district is united again, but that'll never happen. The Capitol is too big and too strong, but the rebels are like roaches. There will always be some left, no matter how many you kill.

The sun is beginning to go down. "I should go home," I say, "For dinner. My dad'll think I'm with the rebels or something if I'm out too late."

"Okay," he says, standing up, "I'm pretty much done here too. I'll see you tomorrow."

I watch the position of the sun. If I don't hurry, I'll be late, and it won't be pretty. It's quite a long way, too, especially since I have to loop around the rebel part of town. Of course… I could always take a shortcut.

That's it. It'll save at least ten minutes of walking, and besides, what's the worse that could happen? I used to live there before we moved; people know me. It's not like I'll get mugged or anything.

When I'm sure Edlin isn't watching, I turn down the road that'll bring me through a rebel part of town. As my feet crunch on the gravel road, I look around at the streets where I used to play. The rock where I broke my arm so many years ago is still there. Of course, my arm has healed, but the memories are still here. And…

"Is that you, Delmar?"

Oh… gosh. Here we go again. I turn around to see Dewy Harren, waving and catching up to me.

"It's been a long time," I say, half-smiling. He talks while we walk.

"It's been way too long," he says, "I've heard about everything you do with Dorsal and Edlin and all that loyal crap, but you're still one of us."

"Uh, thanks?"

"Of course! You grew up here. Hey! You know what? Do you want to come over for dinner? We'd love to have you over. It'll be the old times."

"I'm… kinda in a hurry," I say, looking around. My house is in sight from here, and if my dad sees me with Dewy, I'll have a lot of explaining to do. "I, uh, I'll see you later."

"Sure! Bye!"

I hurry away only to see my dad standing in the window, watching me with crossed arms with that look in his eyes. I sigh and enter the house.

He looks at me. "What were you doing with the Harren kid?"

"I wasn't doing anything," I say, "He caught me in the area."

"And why were you in the area in the first place?"

"I was trying to get home on time, okay?"

"Okay," he says, sighing, "but don't associate with them again, okay? Don't go through their streets. Don't talk to them."

"Dad-"

"I'm doing this for your own good," he says. "Trust me, I know how you feel, but-"

"Yeah, yeah. The scars. I know," I interrupt, "Dad. I know. You don't need to shove it down my throat every day."

"I'm just trying to protect you!" His voice level goes up a notch.

"I don't need you to protect me! You aren't even in my life most of the time; what makes you think you can just waltz in and control me?"

"Delmar-"

"No, Dad!" I yell. I stop to catch my breath and run out of the house. Why is life so hard? Everything in District Four is so messed up. All this hate between the loyalists and the rebels — why is this even here? Why isn't there a right answer? I run to the only place in the entire District where there's any calm or peace.

I sit down on the dock where Edlin and I were fishing earlier today.

The ocean. It's always the same. The rolling waves always create the same rushing noise, no matter what goes on in the district. Whatever happens to Four, the ocean will be here for me.

I hear footsteps behind me, so I turn my head to see.

"I thought you'd be here," she says. Lynne, Edlin's sister, sits down beside me. "When I went to your house, your dad said that you were out."

"I'm sorry," I say, "I just had to get out."

"Sick of everything?"

"Yeah," I say, "I can't tell which side to choose. Both the Capitol and the rebels seem right."

"I know how that feels," she says. "Edlin's so firm with the Capitol, but sometimes, the rebels seem like they have a point."

I look back over the wide expanse of watery darkness. "I wish I could be neutral. Everything here is so polarized. Why?" A chilly wind begins to blow, and I wrap my arms around her.

"I don't know," she says. "But maybe things are getting ready to change."

Questions:

1. What do you think of Harbor? Is it positive or negative? How will her backstory affect her performance in the Games?

2. How did he line up with you initial thoughts from the blog? Do you like him? How will he react to the Games?

3. Any other Predictions? What roles will they play?

4. Will y'all bug me if I don't get the next chapter out by next Sunday?

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