As I turned to walk away, I realized once again that I had no clue how to make it back to the train. I knew how to start the trip, walking down Cato's street, but after that, it was all a blur.

I tried remembering the things that I saw while on my way there, but honestly, I was so busy talking to the girls that guided me there that I didn't pay much attention to the sights around me. Some things looked familiar, from the walk today and from the first time I ever came here.

I wandered around aimlessly, looking for someone or maybe a business I could walk into to get directions, but no one was in sight. After the Victor's speech, the District would usually have a small celebration in the Mayor's office to honor another year's completion with a successful Hunger Games. During that time, it was also customary to celebrate the lives of those lost, in this case, Clove's, and to honor the families that lost anyone. Of course I would know, I've been to fifteen of them, from the year I was born all the way until now. No one from my District has won the Games since Haymitch. I guess that means I am the only Victor from District 12.

Anyway, that is probably where everyone is right now, getting drunk and telling stories with each other. I wish I could be a part of such a celebration. It's a time where friends and family get together and try to forget about all of the misfortune that had come across them during the year. Of course, there is some sadness because two children have been murdered, but we try to celebrate the person rather than mourn them. Mourning is left for the funerals.

After about fifteen minutes of roaming around, I declare myself lost. It really should not be this hard to find the train. This District isn't very big. I contemplate knocking on someone's door, but thought against it. Apparently, I am the most desired person in the District, so who knows what crazy person I could encounter? The person may try to kidnap me.

I give up the search and sit down on a bench I come across. Maybe if I'm gone for long enough, Effie will send someone to come searching for me.

Yes, that'll have to do. At least I can rest my feet a little. These shoes are killing me.

I sigh in relief as I take a seat on the bench, bending over to remove the God-awful shoes. I am so grateful for sandals at times like these. I drop the shoes onto the ground and massage my feet, rubbing my fingers into the knots that formed from trying hard not to fall over. I body is still somewhat sore, especially with all the standing and walking, so it sings in relief from being able to rest for once. The sun burns into my face, causing me to squint underneath the rays.

There is a tap on my shoulder from behind. I turn around slowly, trying to identify the person. Who is touching me and why?

I literally almost fall backwards in surprise. It's Molly. What the hell does she want?

"Can I help you?" I say, trying not to appear to be as annoyed as I actually was.

Molly laughs, crossing her arms over her chest. "Like you could help me?" She rolls her eyes dramatically.

"Well then what do you want?" I ask, completely bored of the situation already. Doesn't she have a life, or friends?

Molly leans over so that her face is level with mine. I can smell the bubblegum from her mouth. "You need to keep your dirty little hands off of what's mine."

I raise my eyebrows, moving to stand up so she doesn't seem to have any domination over me. Molly was at least four inches taller than me, but she didn't intimidate me one bit. I've seen feet scarier than her. "What's yours? Last I checked, he's laying in bed with me at night, not you." I point a perfectly polished finger at her, internally thanking my prep team for making me look good. This tiffany blue color really suits me.

"We all know it's an act," Molly retorts, evidently getting angry. "He only used you to get closer to the Capitol."

"What are you talking about? Cato wouldn't dare do anything to get friendly with-"

Molly tilts her head back, letting out a breathy laugh. "If you knew him like you think you do, you would already know that it's been Cato's dream to become Gamemaker from the first time he ever watched the Games. It's what he knows, and it's what he does best."

"You are such a damned fool, Molly!" I yell. She clearly doesn't know him like she wants to. "He's already been offered the job, and he turned it down! He's here for me, and you're just too naïve to realize it." Molly takes a step forward and so do I. If she wants it to go down like this, who am I to back down? I've killed people, so I'm really not afraid to hit her.

I peer in the distance to see Cato jogging toward me. He's smiling at me, but as he gets closer, the smile turns into a frown.

"Listen here, you incompetent child, Cato doesn't want you. He wants a real woman, not a little girl that can barely say her ABC's."

Cato comes and stands in-between us, opening his mouth to say something, but I push him away. He doesn't need to fight my battles. I can handle this on my own.

"Rose, I don't think-"

I raise my hand, effectively stopping him from speaking, and turn my attention back to the she-devil. "Like he wants a slut who can barely keep her legs closed every time a guy walks past."

Cato snickers next to us and Molly glares at him. He shrugs, throwing his hands up in defense. "She's right," he says with a small chuckle. I smile, silently thanking him for taking my side.

"Cato probably just used you as a piece of ass. We all knew you were just a game he was playing from the moment he announced you two." Molly smirks as though she's happy with the comeback she's given.

"I really don't care what you have to say anymore."

"Oh, yeah?" Molly says with a scoff. "Let's see how much of a big girl you are then, huh?"

Molly takes a step forward and shoves me hard, causing me to lose my balance. Once I catch myself, I raise my eyebrows at her. So she really wants to get tough with me?

I shrug a shoulder, nodding my head. "Okay, let's see."

I take a running start and tackle her to the ground, her back hitting the dirt hard. I begin to pull down on her hair, ensuring that she stays put. My hands move before I can comprehend what I'm doing, and the next thing I know, I'm punching and slapping her. All I can see is red. All of the pent-up tension from my life comes rushing out, and I can't control myself. I hear her screaming from beneath me, throwing her arms up in an attempt to shield herself. Cato tries pulling me off of her, but I force him away. He's not going to stop me.

God, her screams are annoying. My hands go to her throat, choking her to silence. She can die for all I care. I've done it before and I'll do it again, but instead of it being an innocent life that I take, it's someone who deserves to die. Molly's fingernails claw at my arms, leaving harsh red lines, but I don't let up.

I feel someone pulling me off of her, earlier than when I would have liked. Molly is below me, coughing and sputtering while holding onto her neck. Her dress is absolutely covered in dirt and grass.

I strain against Cato's hold, thrashing about so that he can let me free. The red I see slowly starts to go away, and I'm aware of my surroundings. There are Peacekeepers pulling Molly up off the ground, holding her by both of her arms.

I struggle against Cato, but he holds me close to him, his strength overpowering mine tenfold. "Cato, let me go! I'm not finished with her!" I lunge at her again, but Cato keeps me in my place.

"Calm down, Kitten. We don't need any cat fights right now," he says into my ear, tightening his grip around my waist.

"But she said-"

"I know what she said. But you need to calm down. Effie's coming."

I turn around and see Effie running toward us. The heels do not affect her one bit.

"What on earth is going on?" she exclaims, looking to me for an explanation.

"That crazy bitch attacked me!" Molly screams, holding onto her bleeding nose.

I laugh at her condition. She is the one that threatened me, but here she is with the bruises and bleeding.

"Yeah, after she shoved me and said all these harsh things to me!" I yelled back.

"Primrose Ella Everdeen, this is not the way a lady acts, not ever!" Effie scolds, sounding just like my Mother would whenever she would get a call from the school about Katniss bad-mouthing the teachers.

I roll my eyes, crossing my arms as Cato finally releases me from his grip.

Molly fakes innocence. "Well, if she wasn't such an insensitive bitch, this wouldn't have happened. She stole Cato from me!"

Effie takes a step back, placing a hand over her heart. "You did not just call my star anything as vulgar as that!" She yells at Molly in the same motherly tone as she gave me, but this time, there is much more force in her voice. "You will show some respect from this young woman, someone who risked her life for her nation!" she continues to reprimand Molly.

I wouldn't say that I sacrificed myself for the nation, but I keep my mouth shut. I was trying my best not to burst into laughter at the grimace on Molly's face from Effie's chastising. I loved the fact that Molly could not say a thing.

"Now, I know that Primrose was completely wrong for attacking you, but I'm starting to get the idea that you deserved it."

Woah! Effie is taking my side, even after I've done something wrong? Is there something wrong with the woman because this is definitely a first.

"What? Are you crazy?!" Molly screeches.

"I get called crazy almost everyday. It's possibly my best trait," Effie admits with a smile.

Now I cannot hold in my laughter. Tears fill my eyes as my ribs hurt from cackling so much. Cato reads my mind and he joins me in my enjoyment. I've been calling the woman crazy for such a long time, and finally she admits it.

"Let's go Primrose. We're already ten minutes off schedule."

Effie takes my hand and pulls me away, but not before I get the chance to jump at Molly one more time. She screams and jumps back and I laugh before turning away.

Cato follows behind me, laughing all the while. Effie is rambling on about how I need to learn that I'm always being watched, and I cannot ruin my and her reputation by starting fights with other people. She says that the Nation has seen enough of my fighting, and that it was time that I make an example of the perfection that the Capitol creates of their Victors. Naturally, I would have immediately come up with some retort, but this time, I let her have her moment. This is the first time that Effie has ever vouched for me, and even though she can be so straining sometimes, I was grateful that she believed in me.

Effie let my arm go as we made it back to our sanctuary, the train. She retreats, leaving me alone with Cato.

Cato stands in front of me with a goofy grin on his face. I turn to walk away and he slaps my behind hard.

I yelp and turn around, frowning at him. "What did you do that for?" I almost yell. I was somewhat angry with him. I wouldn't have to fight anyone if he were to learn to keep his whores in line. Part of it couldn't be his fault, though. He is so damned irresistible.

"Fucking shit, baby! I had no clue you had that in you!" Cato reaches forward, clasping me in his arms. His hands grip my behind and he cannot get that huge smile off of his face.

"Cato, please-"

"Little ol' Kitten, punching above her weight!" he yells, laughing hard.

I try not to join him, but I give in. "She deserved it," I concede.

"That was so fucking sexy, baby. My baby-girl getting herself in a girl-fight, and winning it!" Cato says, looking so proud of me for standing up for myself. There's a glint of lust in his eyes and his hands tighten on my bum.

I feel all of the sensation of his touch down below, but I know that I cannot do a thing about it. I don't think the tenderness of my lower half will be relieved until tomorrow morning at the most, so I don't think I'll be engaging in any activities like that for some time.

I push Cato's hands off of me and walk towards my room. What I need is another hot bath to clear my mind. Some of the things Molly said really resonated with me. What if I really was some sort of game to Cato, why would he be playing for so long, and why wouldn't he have ended the game long ago?

I try shaking my head of the thoughts as I strip myself for another scalding hot bath. The water is already filling and I can see the heat rising off of the water.

I can't doubt Cato so, so much, especially if he's really trying hard to keep us together, but this is what everyone says about him.

He's no good for me, he's using me, he doesn't deserve me, and he won't treat me right… Why does everyone say this every single time?

I lower myself into the bath, exhaling in relief. Sometimes water can really do wonders on my body. This water massages the rigidity of my muscles just by touching my skin. I relax, sitting back in the tub and squeezing my eyes shut.

I sit there, reveling in the vanilla scent of the water. Vanilla is the most comforting smell.

The train lurches forward just as the bathroom door creaks and in walks Cato. He shuts the door behind himself slowly and moves to sit on the toilet, all the while not taking his eyes off of me.

I ignore his intense look and close my eyes again, letting the steam soak into my skin and ease my stress. I have so many responsibilities, so many things to think about, and even when I try to do things right, something goes wrong. It's like life will never be good for me. I won't ever have the chance to be happy because someone or something is always there to ruin it. I've never been so stressed in my entire life. Back before the Games, life was so simple: wake up, eat, school, home, lessons, chores, healing, eat, sleep, and repeat the process over again. Now, I am the most watched person in the world. I'll never have a break.

"Where were you today?" Cato asks lowly, intervening on my tainted peace.

I open my eyes to gaze at him. "What do you mean?"

"At home," he answers, kneading his hands together. "I was waiting for you, but you didn't show, and then I find you fighting with Molly."

I dismiss his comment with a shrug. "I was there, but after seeing you and your mother, I thought I would let you guys have some time alone."

"It would have been better if you were there. Mum always brightens up when you're around, and she would have been much happier seeing you."

"Well, I'm sorry I wasn't there," I say indifferently. He needs alone time with his family. I cannot be hovering around him every second of the day.

I close my eyes again, shutting him out of my world for the few seconds that I could. I had an off feeling about him. I know that I shouldn't be letting what others say about us get in the way of our relationship, but at times, it's so hard. It's inevitable with the past that Cato has.

"Baby, are we okay?" Cato asks hesitantly.

I breathe out steadily. "I don't know."

"What do you mean?"

"It's always like this for you and I. I try so hard not to let others get to me when it comes to us, but sometimes it's hard to ignore someone when it's the same argument over and over again," I tell him honestly.

Cato rolls his eyes at me, not answering.

"Was I just a game to you? Be honest." I stare at him dead on.

"Where did this come from?" he asks.

"Just answer me. Was I a game that you were playing?"

"No! I realized from the second I laid my eyes on you at the tribute's parade that you can never be a game to me. You were real the whole time!"

"Did you intend for me to be a game?"

Cato sighs, shaking his head. "Yes, I did."

I raise my eyebrows. He was going to make me a game, a little toy that he could play with and throw around and then kill me when I didn't expect it. I knew it.

"Why can't you listen to me when it comes to what other people say, the person you claim to love?" Cato counters, growing frustrated.

I chew down on my lip. "I do," I say helplessly, "it's just that I don't think that I will always be able to let it go. I'm trying, I really am, but what more can I do?"

Cato runs his fingers through his hair frantically, his leg shaking quickly. "Look, if you can't just fucking trust me, then what are we doing here?" he asks, glowering at me.

Oh my… I don't think he's ever looked at me that way.

I shrug again. "I don't know."

"You don't know? You don't know what we are?!"

"I, I just-"

"You know what? This is absolute bullshit. I thought we were getting somewhere. We had sex, we made love! And I don't do that pansy ass shit! I fuck girls senseless and then leave! Do you have any idea how much last night meant to me?"

I want to answer, but no words form. Cato leans forward, placing his elbow on his knee. His hand goes to his face and… I hear him sniffle. Is he crying?

I turn away. I didn't think it had come to this. I was just telling him the truth, and he's acting as if we're separating.

My eyes widen. Wait, are we…?

"Cato-"

He puts his hand up to stop me. "Just save it." He wipes his eyes. "Molly was right. You're being insensitive and insecure. You claim to love me, but you let other people get in the way with us instead of us figuring it out with each other."

"I'm not! I'm just telling you how I feel!"

"Well it sounds to me like you don't want to be with me because it's too hard." Cato stands, turning to the door. "That's fine, just fucking great. I'm done with all this shit and I'm done with you. Once we arrive to District Three, I'm gone. And I don't give a shit about what happens to you or me for leaving. Tell Snow I'll be waiting for him in Two."

Cato doesn't let me speak anymore. He walks out, slamming the door behind him.

Never did I think I would hear those words coming out of his mouth. How could I be so stupid?! This is all my fault, and now I cannot change it.

Tears silently fall from my eyes. Cato is leaving me.

So, I can only assume that you guys are either really surprised, really pissed off at me, or both. What can I say? just start sending the death wishes now. I don't think I'll be able to handle them in the future.

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