Peaceful Forever [Book 2]

Chapter 11

-Amily's POV-

A few weeks have passed and Finnick still checks on me every day. I haven't left my house much, but I still make my monthly trips to the capital. My appointments are all starting to blur together and my brain blocks most of them out. At least there haven't been any men to get me pregnant.

Anchor comes and visits me every few days. He seems annoyed that Finnick spends so much time with me but I'm not sure why. He's honestly more confusing than Finnick.

"How have you been?" he asks as we sip coffee in my kitchen.

"I've been doing well," I lie. He instantly furrows his brows, clearly not buying my answer.

"Amily..." he sighs. "Have you been taking your meds?"

"Yes," I respond. That wasn't a lie.

"Have you been clean?" he asks. Whether he was referring to morphling or your destructive habits, you didn't know.

You quickly nod your head yes as you try to hide behind your mug. He takes notice of this and stands up abruptly, causing you to jump. Your hands start shaking as he walks over to you.

"Amily..." he states. "Have you been clean?"

"No drugs," you shakily state. He places a hand on your arm and you accidentally wince, the fresh cuts on your arm from earlier that morning stinging slightly.

He looks angry. Really angry. You try to keep him from pulling up your sleeves, but he's a lot stronger than you are.

When he sees your arms you are genuinely terrified of what he's going to do. You fall off the stool you were sitting on and quickly back away into the corner of the kitchen. He sighs and crouches down to meet your eyes.

"Amily," he calmly states, although his eyes don't look calm. "How long has this been going on?"

"Awhile," you whisper, not making eye contact.

"I'm getting Finnick," he huffs as he turns to leave.

"No!" you shout. "Please don't tell him."

"Amily, you clearly need help," he states. "Unfortunately, you don't seem to listen to me and I don't have the time to sit here and fix you. I'm getting Finnick."

He leaves and you sob before grabbing one of your kitchen knives. You were angry at yourself. Finnick was going to kill you. Anchor didn't find you worth his time. You quickly jump up and sprint to the front door, making sure to lock it, before you collapse back onto the floor of your kitchen.

Using the blade, you begin adding to the collection of lines on your arms, even adding a few to your legs. This was the only way to rid yourself of pain. You didn't want to die, you simply wanted to feel the pain you deserved, and you couldn't stop.

You're crying too hard to initially hear the pounding on your front door, or the yelling coming from your porch. It stops after a few minutes and you think they finally gave up.

Suddenly, your back door flies open and Anchor and Finnick run inside. You must have forgotten to lock it. Anchor immediately grabs your arm, knocking the knife onto the floor.

You start screaming and kicking. You were going to die. He was going to kill you. He had your knife. You desperately tried to get away but Finnick grabbed you, pinning you down to the ground.

Finnick had never been agressive with you before, and this side of him scared you. You scream at him to get off but he doesn't move. He looks really upset.

Phillip runs in and upon seeing the situation, immediately runs to grab the first aid kit from the bathroom. Anchor is trying his best to calm both you and Finnick down but you refuse to listen to him.

It takes you a few minutes to come back to the present. Phillip is tending to your cuts while Finnick's arms are wrapped around you from behind, keeping you in place. Anchor is pacing back and forth in your kitchen.

"Finnick is moving in and I'm throwing away all of your knives and razors," he tells you.

"No," you weakly reply. "Not happening."

"Amily," he sighs. "You are clearly not sane enough to live on your own anymore and the rest of us don't have time for this. Finnick's house is too messy for you to move into so he's moving into your house for now."

"Why Finnick?" you ask, not caring that he's standing literally right behind you.

"He's the only one you listen to," Anchor states. "Mimi and Mags will bring you food because Finnick is a horrible cook, no offense, and Phillip will help him move his stuff into your downstairs bedroom."

You try to reject his plan but it's no use. You felt like a child who had been grounded. Nobody trusted you to make your own decisions.

By that night, Finnick was moved into the downstairs bedroom. He made you sleep in his room for the time being as he hadn't fully cleared your room of all sharp objects. You didn't say a word to him. He clearly knew you weren't happy with this arrangement and he seemed stressed about your actions.

When you have to make your trip to the capital the following week, Finnick comes with you. He was somehow able to convince Snow to move his trip up by a few days so your appointments lined up.

-Finnick's conversation with Snow 4 days prior-

I never call Snow, but I urgently need him to move my trip. I can't let Amily go to the capital alone. She's not stable at all. I'm doing my best to help her but she's so broken. I haven't seen her this bad since her overdose.

The phone rings twice before Snow picks up.
"Mr. Odair!" the old man exclaims, "for what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Sir I have an urgent request," I state.
"By all means," Snow replies. "What is it you want?"

"I need you to move my appointments up by 2 days," I firmly tell him. "Amily hasn't been doing well and I don't trust her to be in the capital alone."

"Hmmm" Snow sighs as he ponders my request. "I think that can be arranged, but it will cost you."

His answer scares me but honestly I'm too focused on Amily right now.
"It will only cost me," I clarify. "It won't cost Amily, correct?"

"My dear boy," Snow cackles. "I won't hurt her, but you might. See you in four days."

The line goes dead and your heart drops. What was he going to do?

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AN: intense chapter! More intense chapters to come...