This is NOT Luxury

Chapter Four

Chapter Four-

"Reyna, you can let me go if you want." I smile. "Please?"

"Cute." She growls. Her black combat boots tap on the ground. "You think I'll leave you alone! Adorable! Yeah, um no. What do you have on ya?" Her red hair seems like hot wires in this sunlight. Like if I touched it, I would burn myself.

"Just enough money to get a rack of lamb." I sigh.

"I want numbers. How much?" She demands.

The Marx family has always gave us discounts, because we didn't technically have parents. I didn't want Reyna to know that though.

"NUMBERS!" She screams. Tiki squeals as Reyna presses the knife closer to her throat.

"10 bucks!" I quickly reply. She loosens her grip on Tiki and leaves it to Ella to hold her close.

"Only 10?" She purrs. "Last time I checked, lamb costs at least 20 for a smallest rack. How do you get it so cheep?"

I keep quiet. She breaks out in laughter. Her minions join her in laughter. Her laughter grows as she comes to a realization. "You sleep with Asa, don't you! To get discounts!"

"I do not!" I scream.

"Oh! So then Little Miss Slut over here sleeps with Skylar!" She grins mischievously.

"I do not-" Tiki begins, face bright red.

Reyna attacks at her blush. "Wouldn't your little boyfriend, what's his name? Samuel? No Samson! Wouldn't he like to know you're cheating on him with the sweaty, butt ugly butcher's son. Too rich!" She cackles.

"Leave my sister alone. She's not a slut." I demand.

"Oh then you are." She grins. She winks. "I'm sure Connor would love to know you're hitting the beds with someone who looks like a dog's-"

She is cut off by a gun shot. The bullet goes straight into a tree nearby. Everyone stares at the oldest Marx girl, Kylee. Black hair like the rest of her family, and the same piercing greenish-blue eyes as everyone but Skylar and the mother. She's a peacekeeper. Barely 18. "Get off my property, Addams." She demands, gun pointed directly at her heart.

Reyna demands her people to let us go. "This isn't our last rendezvous, Icewalds." She snarls and runs off.

"I'm sorry I didn't come sooner, guys." She smiles. Kylee is everyone's favorite peacekeeper. She always gives hugs, and smiles, and keeps the REBALLS in shape. She tilts our chins up. "Did they get your necks too bad? Let me bring you in to Skylar."

She brings us inside to the dark and dingy shed-like house. In the front there is a dark room, lit by only a simple lightbulb hanging from a string. Violet, who is 13, I think, has the five year old Marx boy, Claude I think, on her lap, reading to him. The mother is in the kitchen, banging pots. It makes me sad to see how skinny, dark, and dirty conditions the live in.

"Skylar!" Kylee shouts for her brother. He comes out, hair messy, and still in his training school uniform. When he sees us, he stiffens up.

"Nice to see you guys." He smiles. Always so polite. He notices a little blood coming from my neck. "Oh my Goodness, are you ok?" He touches the blood.

"Just a run in with Reyna Addams and her gang." I simply say. "Here, help Tiki first."

Tiki sits in front of him. He examines the blood on her neck and bandages it up. Then he operates on me. I see Asa in the corner of my eye and smile at him.

Their mom comes over, dirt all over her skirt, and smiles at us. She has brown eyes, unlike her husband. Her hair is black and curly, tied up in a ponytail. She seems so, mother like. Not the type that runs off with the rich Capitol man. She seems genuinely kind. Her words enforce this. "Ladies, we have enough food, would you like to stay for dinner?"

"I'm so sorry, we have to head back home. Or else I would love to." I smile in response.

"Well I can't let you young ladies go home without dinner though!" She grins.

Then, did I realize, they may not be the richest, funniest, or most mflamboyant in district one, but the Marx family is the kindest family in all of Panem.