Why Does Daddy Hit You?
Chapter 7
Gale's POV:
I lie on the ground, a bow aimed at my heart. Who the hell does she think she is? Hurting my arm by throwing an axe into it. I mean sure, I've abused her ever since our last child was born and I've raped her a few times but that doesn't give her the permission to almost kill me. "You bastard!" Katniss shouts, still aiming at my chest. "I had a father Katniss; he died in the mines like yours did." I tell her. "How many times did you hit the kids when I wasn't there?" Katniss asks me. I smirk and start laughing. "Plenty of times." I say. She kicks me and I'm out cold.
Katniss' POV:
Gale is lying on the ground, nails through his hands. That was Haymitch's idea. Haymitch is sitting on the back porch holding a rifle he got from Thirteen. Peeta is sitting inside; holding an icepack to his head from where Gale tripped him and his head hit the floor. "Peeta why didn't you wrestle Gale?" I ask him. "I forgot how to. I haven't wrestled in a while." He tells me. "Oh." I sit there in shock. Peeta forgot how to wrestle? What is this sorcery!? "Uncle Peeta do you know my name?" Rye asks Peeta. "Sure do buddy! It's Rye." He says. "That was also my oldest brother's name." He tells Rye. Rye's gray eyes look directly into Peeta's blue eyes. "Mommy named me Rye, because of you." Rye says. Peeta looks at me. His blue eyes now filled with sadness. "Peeta I didn't know that was his name…" I say. "I…I-" Peeta breaks down crying so I hug him and I feel Rye's tiny arms slide across my stomach and around Peeta's waist in an attempt to hug him. Then a gunshot goes off. I run outside to see Gale, lying in the same position as the last time but this time, a bullet wound in his head. I smile. That cruel son of a bitch is dead.