Chapter 12

Previously

"Kat? Baby? Are you okay?" She nods. "How about I take you home?" She nods again. "Okay, baby. Go get in the truck and I'll be in there in a second okay?" She nods again and I kiss her hair. She gets up and gets into the truck quickly. "Hey guys! I'm gonna take Kat home. You all go to class. Make sure that none of the teachers or anything find out about the fight."

"Yeah, sure man." Marvel tells me. "Go take Kat home. I know she can't be here right now." I nod and head back my truck getting into the front seat. Kat slides over to me and snuggles into my side. I put an arm around her.

"You okay, Princess?"

"Yeah." Her voice hoarsed and cracking. I kiss her head again and put my keys into the ignition. I put the shift into gear and make my way home.

With a broken princess in my arms.

Finnick's P.O.V.

When I pulled up in my driveway, I turned my truck off and bring my Kitten into my lap. "Do you want me to carry you into the house?"

"I don't think I can walk. And my head hurts."

"Okay, baby. I'll bring you. You can take a nap when we get into the house, okay?"

She nods and says with a broken voice that hurts my heart,"Can you lay with me?"

"Of course I will baby. Whatever you want. But first I need to wash your hands." I say looking at her knuckles that are caked in dry blood.

It's not the first time I've seen her hands like this. When she used to live with her mother, her mother used to get...well used to get high and wasted in the living room. Kat didn't want to have Dylan around that so she would call me to pick them up. She would have me drop him off at my house and them have me bring her to the gym on 17th street.

She wouldn't even use gloves sometimes on the punching bag. Wouldn't even wrap them. She'd just start going through the motions and not even notice the blood smeared on the bag or her knuckles till I pulled her away from it.

Then she would get in my truck and cry herself to sleep in my chest. I would bring her to my house and clean up her hands, wrap em' and put her in the guest bedroom (her current room). It broke my heart to see her like that. The last time she went to do that was about three weeks ago. It was horrible.

She went to the gym with out me and I didn't know. She had dropped Dylan off at Johanna's house down the street and went to the gym. She didn't tell Jo where she was going, so Jo called me and told me to go look for her. I tried calling Kat several times, before if dawned on me that she would go to the gym. When I got there. There was blood everywhere. Her hands were so cut up, gashes with a steady thick stream of blood, her knuckles were raw. But she was still going at the bag.

She told me that she didn't feel it or notice it. She told me about a week later that her mother tried to pull a knife on her, not new but her mother slapped her. In front of Dylan. She knew that I would try to calm her down. That's why she did what she did. So I carried her home. I didn't have my truck so I carried her. She cried into my chest, and about halfway there she fell asleep and I fell even more in love with the angel that was in my arms.

She looked like she didn't have a worry in the world while sleeping. But I knew better. I knew she had the weight of the world on her shoulders and every worry imaginable. She slept in my bed that night.

Now I've got Kat sitting on my bathroom sink, with her hands cradled in mine, under the warm running water. There's a few cuts on her hands so I get out a few band aids.

"I don't think I need those." She tells me with a hint of humor in her voice.

"What? a band-aid?"

"No. I don't need a bitch sticker."

I start laughing. "A what?" I get in between laughs.

"A bitch sticker. It's what my Uncle Mike used to call them. He would wrap my hands but never,EVER, put a bitch sticker on me." She says laughing with me.

"Well to bad. I'm here and you're getting as you cal it a 'bitch sticker.' I love your uncles terminology." I tell her when we call down enough to talk.

"I did too." She's not sad about their deaths anymore, but I can see the hurt in her eyes slightly. I put the neosporine on her knuckles and put the band-aid on.

"There. your bitch sticker is secure." I tell her pulling her into my arms. I kiss her hair then her forehead. "I love you Princess."

"Love you too, Finn-Finn."

"I like it when you call her that." I pull back and look her in her eyes. Her eyes get big. "What? What? Baby what's wrong?"

"Your nose. It's bleeding and swollen. What happened?" She asks searching for a rag to wipe the blood off.

"Nothing."

"Finnick..." She tells me in a warning voice.

"Nothing. Baby, it was nothing. Nothing happened."

"Finnick Micheal Odair. If you don't tell me right now, you'll regret it." I heave a sigh.

"Your elbow caught me when I was pulling you off of Cash. It's no big deal. Just a bloody nose." Her eyes start to water as she wipes the blood off of me. "Baby. Baby, what's wrong? Is it my nose? It's not your fault. You were going through the motions. It's okay. At least this time I don't have a tampon in my nose." I try to joke to lighten her spirits.

"No Finn! It's not okay! I hurt you!" She starts to cry and I pull her into my chest again.

"Baby. It's okay. It doesn't hurt."

"I still hurt you." I hear mumbled into my shirt.

"Katniss. Stop it. I told you it's not your fault. Stop blaming yourself. I told you it doesn't hurt. It's okay." I tell her firmly.

"Okay." She mumbles into my shirt again while nodding her her. I rub her back up and down in a soothing motion.

"Come on. lets go watch a movie. I'll make popcorn." I pull back and look at her tear stained face. "Let's get you washed up first okay?" She nods and lets me wash away her tears with a cool damp rag. She jumps down from the counter and goes into the cabinet. "What are you looking for?"

"A tampon."

"Well let me go then."

"It's not for me."

"Then who...great. More blackmail."

"I could never blackmail you, baby. That's Jo's job."

"Your right. Okay fine." What a day. My girlfriend almost kills someone and I have to have a tampon shoved up my nose. Lovely.

"Would you rather a cotton ball, sweetie?" She asks me with a smirk.

"That would be less humiliating."

"Okay, okay. I get it. No tampons. Here. Let me fix you up for a change." I nod and lean back against the sink. "Finn."

"Huh?"

"Get on your knees. I'm to short."

"Never thought I would be the one on their knees." I tell her with a smirk and wink.

"So perverted."

"But you love me."

"Yes I do." I love hearing those two words come out of her mouth together. It reminds me that I can change one thing about her in the future.

Her last name.

When we get downstairs I go to the kitchen and she goes to the game room to pick out a movie. I find Kat's favorite type of microwavable popcorn; extra butter. "Want anything t drink, Princess?" I call to her from the kitchen.

"Surprise me!" she calls back.

I grab her a vanilla coca-cola from the fridge and a for me. I put the popped popcorn in a very large mixing bowl and head out to the game room.

"Hey, baby. Here's your vanilla coke."

"Thank you."

"Your welcome. What movie did you pick?"

"I picked...pause for dramatic effect...Zombieland. The woody Haralson guy looks just like Haymitch. It scares me how much they alike."

"I know right? It's crazy." We sit on the couch and Kat snuggles into my side. She takes a big fist full of popcorn and shoves it in her mouth. "If you keep eating the popcorn at that rate, I'll have to make several trips to the kitchen."

"Oh sut upd."

"Okay, baby. I'll sut upd." She swallows the popcorn in her mouth and starts to laugh. I'm glad to hear her laugh. Especially after what happened today. He laugh is like music to my ears. I laugh with her.

She stares into my eyes for a few moments.

"What?"

"Your eyes are so beautiful. So green. Maybe that's what you have that makes me love you even more. You have my favorite color with you at all times. when I want to see it, I just look into your eyes."

"Well your eyes are beautiful too. They have a fire in them. The growing flame within you. The fire I fell in love with."

A tear rolls down her cheek.

"Baby, what's wrong?"

"I'm just so lucky to have you. You just so perfect. So handsome. So funny. So mine."

"Your my puzzle piece baby. I want no one but you. Ever. Never forget that."

"Wow. I'm rubbing off on you. Puzzle piece? Exactly what I've been thinking."

"Great minds think alike."

"I guess they do." Then she kisses me so much passion I almost fall back.

We break apart and watch the rest of 'Zombieland'.

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