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Chapter 7
Peeta's POV
My heart is broken in a million pieces. I can't take to see my Katniss like this. She looks terrified. The pain in her eyes is obvious. I hold her as close to me as possible, whispering soothing words in her ear. I keep asking myself what could have happened but nothing comes to my mind. Maybe she had a nightmare and fell down the stairs on her way to the living room. That sounds ridiculous, I know. I will have to wait until she calms down a little before we can talk. The only think I'm sure about is that I'm not leaving her side again, not even when Gale comes back.
Greasy Sae comes back from the kitchen with a cup of chamomile tea for Katniss. "Here Girl, drink this and you will feel a little better." But katniss won't move an inch. I get the cup from Greasy Sae and mouth a thank you. She simply nods and tries to caress Katniss's hair but she flinches in fear. I hold the cup close to her lips "Hey, it's okay. Drink this, it will calm you down a little." She slowly takes a sip of the hot liquid. I feel completely powerless, I want to help her so badly, to take all this pain and fear away. "I brought you some cheese buns, do you want to eat them while you drink your tea?" She shakes her head slowly and I know that if Katniss doesn't want her favorite cheese buns something is definitely wrong. I know that now is not the right time to ask her anything but I need to know exactly what happened last night.
Katniss's POV
I never felt so scared and so safe in my life. I'm afraid that Gale is going to come back and hurt me again but at the same time I'm so confortable in Peeta's arms and I know that as long as I'm here nothing will ever harm me. I don't know how to tell Peeta about what happened. How am I even supposed to start? I can see in his eyes that he wants to talk to me about it. My body burns and no matter how much I try I'm not able to stop waves after waves of tears from falling, I can't think about last night. I can't think about Gale, How could he do something like this. I'm so ashamed,
"You should probably bring her to her room" I hear Greasy Sae say, I start shaking just by the thought of going in that room or someone seeing the pool of blood on my bed, but then I remember that I locked it. "I don't know"says Peeta, then he whispers in my ear "Do you want me to bring you to your room?" I shake my head, "You seem uncomfortable, do you want me to bring you to my house instead? I can make you some hot chocolate." I slowly nod at this, Peeta always knows what is inside my head. "Can you walk?" I shake my head again and hideous sobs leave my chest. I'm so vulnerable and weak. I can barely move an inch without feeling the burning sensation in my intimate place. "Shhh it's okay, everything is going to get better I promise." Peeta sweetly kisses my forehead and both my cheeks. He slowly stands up and carries me bridal style to the front door and to his house.
Peeta's house is completely different than mine. While my house is full of sorrow and ghosts, his house is full of colors and joy. His paintings are all over the place. I see his parents, his brothers, district 12 before the bombing, the bakery and even the capitol. They are all beautiful, but one of them calls my attention more than the others. It is located on the wall right in his living room, next to his fireplace. She is a girl, a beautiful girl. Her hair is dark as the skies at night and perfectly wavy. Her expression shows that she is ready to fight the hardest battle to reach her goal. But the first thing you notice is her eyes. They are gray and shiny as silver and they tell a story, a life story of determination and strength. Peeta notices me staring at his painting and for the first time since I know him blushes "I thought it would be nice to have a painting of you, I like looking at it and thinking how thankful I'm for being with you." Wait, a painting of me? Me, Katniss Everdeen? That beautiful young woman staring back at me is Peeta's version of me? "Is that how you see me?" I ask in a whisper. "Yes, I see you as the most beautiful creature ever made." At this I place a hand behind his neck and pull his lips to mine, slowly and sweet. He smiles down at me and I try to return it but instead more tears fall down my cheeks. "Shhh, hey, hey it's okay. why are you crying so much? What happened?" He asks, I only shake my head. I'm not ready to talk about it. I don't even know if I will ever be ready. "It's okay, I understand. But if you need to talk about it I'm right here okay?" I simply nod and kiss him again, this time I little more desperate. I start to fell a little dizzy and pull away, Peeta lays me down on the couch and adjusts his body next to mine in that little space. I rest my head on his chest and don't even notice when my eyes close and I fall asleep.
Peeta's POV
I carry her upstairs to my room so she can be more comfortable. I gently place her on my bed and kiss her forehead before making my way to the kitchen. I should bake something. I should make something special for her. I can't take to see her so fragile and hurt not knowing what happened. I should probably go find Gale and ask him. He has to know why Katniss is so upset. I decide to leave Katniss a note so she thinks I went to town to buy some supplies so I can cook her dinner, which is actually half true. I check on her before getting my coat and leaving the house. I am going to find Gale and he will have to tell me everything, every single detail.
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