Peaceful Forever [Book 2]

Chapter 12

-Finnick's POV-

Amily has been checked out the entirety of this week. She also hasn't said a single word to anyone. Snow was gracious enough to schedule my appointments for the exact same times as Amily's so we would leave and arrive back to our floor at the same time. We both have one more appointment tomorrow and then we get to go home.

Getting ready for my appointment the following day, I notice the address of my meeting is one I haven't been to before. Over the last four years I've frequented a lot of different residences, but I had no clue who lived at this apartment.

At 7pm, I head downstairs with Amily. Our drivers usually pull up at the same time so I normally wait for her to get in her ride before climbing into mine.

When we arrive on the curb, there is only one car waiting. Uneasiness consumes me as the driver instructs both of us to get in. I can feel Amily's hand shaking in mine for the entire car ride.

My worst fears were true. Amily and I had a joint appointment. Was this what Snow was referring to when he said I might hurt her? I would rather let him kill someone before I laid a hand on her.

An older gentleman ushers us into the apartment, which is occupied by 5 middle aged men. There were no women there for Amily which made me even more stressed.

We're shoved into a bedroom and one of the men instructs me to sit in a wooden chair in the corner. I quickly comply and he ties me tightly to the chair. From where I am, I can see the giant bed that is positioned in the middle of the room.

The man who tied me firmly states, "This is how tonight's going to work. You are not allowed to look away from the bed for a second or move or make any noise. If we see you do any of those things we will hurt her. Do you understand?"

I quickly reply with a nod of my head and the man gives me a sadistic smile. He walks away before picking up Amily and throwing her onto the bed. I watch in horror as the five men rip her clothes off and start their night of activities. It takes everything in me not to look away or scream, but I can't let them hurt her any more than they already are.

I squeeze my eyes shut for a mere second and one of the men yells at me. I am forced to watch as one of the other men violently inserts something into her, making her scream. This has to be a nightmare. I need to wake up.

An eternity later, we finally leave. I carry her to the car and buckle her in. The dress that I somehow managed to get her back into is covered in blood and she's passed out from the pain.

I call for a doctor when we get back to our floor and they come to assess Amily. They promise me they'll stay with her for the night so I can recover myself. I thank them and head to my room to have a mental breakdown.

Luckily, Amily seems to have blocked last night's appointment from her mind, as neither of us mention it during the train ride home. She clearly wants to be alone but I won't let her. I don't trust her not to try anything, and Anchor would murder me if she did anything.

Arriving back in 4, I have to half-carry her back to her house. The doctors wanted to leave her with some morphling to help with her pain, but I wouldn't allow it. We are not doing that again.

When we reach her house, I set her down on my bed and go to grab her some non-addicting pain meds from the bathroom. She would probably prefer being in her own bed, but I was too exhausted to carry her upstairs.

After Amily falls asleep a few hours later, Anchor stops by to check in with us. I can tell he's annoyed with her but that isn't exactly fair. It's not her fault she's mentally ill. It's Snow's fault.

"How was the capital?" he asks as we sit at the kitchen table.

I do my best not to cry thinking about it. "Bad," I simply reply.

I go on to explain the events of our last night, and Anchor seems horrified.

"At least they didn't make you two do it," he sighs. "And I'm glad you refused her the morphling."

"At least if they had made us do it she wouldn't need a doctor or pain meds after," I grumble.

Anchor does not seem happy at my comment.
"Finnick," he said sternly. "I know your stupid horny brain would love nothing more than to fuck her but that would be arguably the worst thing you could possibly do. If you so much as lay an inappropriate hand on her you will be six feet under Mags' porch before she even realizes the boards have been replaced."

I swallow nervously and nod, not wanting to argue. Even though Anchor was a generally friendly victor, you are sometimes reminded why he was hailed as District 4's first deadly career.

He leaves and I crawl into bed, making sure to give Amily as much personal space as possible.

-Amily's POV-

Finnick carried me home and gave me some pain meds, but I still can't sleep. I lay awake in the downstairs bedroom, trying to eavesdrop on Finnick and Anchor's conversation.

I hear Anchor being stern with Finnick and I do my best to make out what he's saying. Did Finnick do something wrong? Anchor sounds mad.

"I know your stupid horny brain would love nothing more than to fuck her but that would be arguably the worst thing you could possibly do."

Your ears shut off at this statement. Finnick wants to have sex with me? Your brain couldn't comprehend this revelation. Is he going to hurt me? He's not like Herman. He wouldn't make me have sex with him right?

Do I want to have sex with him? This question confuses your brain even more. The fact that your answer isn't immediately no intrigues you.

Maybe you did want something more with Finnick. Maybe that's why your stomach felt weird sleeping in the same bed as him. Maybe you would finally feel the enjoyment from the activities that Johanna told you about, instead of laying motionless and blocking it all out.

Your thoughts are halted by Finnick quietly entering the room. You pretend to be asleep as he crawls into bed with you. Maybe you liked this.

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AN: intense chapter but I promise fluff and consensual smut is on the horizon! More chapters out soon.