Author's Note: Hello again guys! Here is another chapter. Singertoheartandsoul this is dedicated for you! I hope you were able to sleep last night lol. Anyway here we go…
WARNING: This chapter contains a mild sexual violence scene. But nothing dreadful or extreme. If you really don't want to read just leave me a note and I will write a "clean" version for it.
I don't own The Hunger Games
Chapter 5
I never though something like this could happen to me. I always though Gale was the person that I would spend the rest of my life with, that we would be best friends until the day we took our last breath. For some unknown reason my mind seemed to bring me back to the day when we meet each other, our fathers were dead and our families were starving. He showed me how to get back up. He took care of me. Maybe that's the reason why this moment seemed so unreal.
My head was spinning painfully but I only had one thought in my mind. Get away as fast as possible. Of course I could never compare to Gale's strength. He had my body pinned down on the bed before I could even realize he moved. My instinct made me trash beneath his strong and built body. No matter how much I tried, I was to small and weak. I started screaming as loud as I could for help "HELPPPPP!" my throat was hoarse and tears started to run freely down my face "SOMEONE PLEASEEE HELP! GALE GET OFF ME!." This seemed to get him even angrier. Soddenly I register a troubling pain on my left cheek before he covers my mouth with his gigantic one. Gale captures both my wrists in his free hand and holds then tight just above my head. What happens next is a blur…I only register the cold chills that run down my body, Gale's warm hard all over my skin and the most agonizing pain I have ever felt in my most intimate place….
This agony doesn't seem to stop. I can't determine if I'm dreaming or if this is really happening. Why is Gale, the person who was supposed to take care of me hurting me in such coward way. "Please Gale, you are hurting me!" I try to say, but his hand is blocking my every single word. I'm finally recovering my senses and the first thing I hear is my agonizing sobs and screams over Gale's moans of pleasure. My warrior instincts step in and I use all the strength I have left to push Gale away from me. He wasn't expecting my sudden move so while he takes some time to register his surroundings I run to my bathroom and lock the door. I fall on the ground and curl myself in a ball, crying over my innocence that was stolen from me, my friendship with Gale that became my worst nightmare, my own weakness… My loud sobs are the last thing I hear before I black out.
Gale's POV
When I wake up the first thing I notice is my terrible hangover. My head is killing me and my stomach seems to be full with acid. I'm clueless of my current situation. I'm laying on the floor, all naked except for my t-shirt and felling like I got ran over by a bullet train. I try to stand up slowly since my head won't stop spinning. When my legs are finally able to support my body I look around for any clue of what happened last night. I only remember walking around and then meeting with Tom, before we went to get some drinks.I wasn't expecting the pool of blood on Katniss's bed and the sheets thrown everywhere like a tornado passed by. That's when a completely crazy idea crosses my mind….But of course it is an irrational cogitation. Right? An irrelevant thought. I would never have done something like this. But then where is Katniss? I check her closet but she isn't there, than I try to open the door to the bathroom but it is locked. I knock many times but nobody answers "Katniss?" I say "Katniss are you there?" no answer. I hold my ear against the door and listen for any signs that she is in there. That's when I hear a low whimper, like she is in pain. "Katniss open the door!" I yell, a little louder than I intended. All I hear is her sobs through the door. "Leave me alone please, please don't hurt me!" she says over and over again, her voice shaking with what I suppose is fear. "Peeta", "Peeta" she starts to call for him in a low whisper, "Please help me, Peeta." This is completely incoherent but my anger comes back much stronger. How does she dare call for him when I'm the one who spent all those weeks taking care of her, trying to bring her back to life. I get a pair of pants from the dresser, make myself more presentable and leave the house. I need some time to think.
Katniss's POV
I wish I could just sleep and never wake up again. This all seem like a terrible nightmare that I can't wake up from. How dare him to even try to talk to me after yesterday. How dare him to act like nothing happened. I can't bring myself to move from the cold ground. The burning pain doesn't seem to subside. So I do the only think I know how, I cry and cry for hours until I run out of tears.
When the pain is to much for me to handle I try to stand up slowly, using the sink as a support. My legs are shaking and covered in blood. My blood. My hands shake while I try to free myself from the pieces of clothing that I'm still wearing. I turn on the shower and step in. I let the warm water sooth my sore body. When I get the courage to look down I can't keep more tears from falling. All I see is my blood running down the drain.
I stay in the shower until my body is covered in wrinkles. I step out of the bathtub and reach for a towel. I dry myself slowly, being extra careful with my sore sensitive places. When I'm done I wrap the towel around my body and leave the bathroom without looking in the mirror. I go straight to my closet and dress in a pair of sweat pants and the t-shirt Peeta left here, the same t-shirt I found the day he came back. I make my way to my bed but turn around as fast as I can when I see the pool of blood on it. I lock my room and make my way to my couch, struggling to walk down the stairs. When I finally reach the living room I grab the closest blanket I can find and lay on the couch. I start crying quietly, it seems like this is the only I know how to do without hurting myself.
I'm sorry to all Gale's lovers out there but I hate him since I started reading the first book. He just seems so violent and cold. Hope you guys liked it and I will try my best to post a new chapter today but if not I will post tomorrow morning. Hasta Pronto Tributos.