Fighters From District 2

Chapter 17

I wake up rapped in Cato's arms. My hands are pressed against his heart. I feel it. Pumping blood around his body. Keeping him alive. So he can be with me. Last night was one of the worst nights of my life. In the top 5 with the games. The man last night scared me so much. I did feel threatened and that I wanted to kill him. Cato looks down at me and I see him peep over his chest to see me "hey. You okay?" He asks. I sit up and rap my arms around his arm and rest my head on his shoulder

"I think so. I feel so..abused. Like nothing will be the same again. Like we are different"

"You know we aren't. I'm looking after you more now. Snow can't get to you. What if we told them about us?" He tells me. I look to him

"Finnick told me not to. He said that snow will find a way of getting between us. And he will kill one of us" I tell him

"He can't hurt me" cato says. I haven't kissed him since. And I still have the taste of the mans mouth in mine. I kiss Cato. It washes away some of the distrusting filth. "What was that for?" He asks

"Oh so now I need a reason to kiss my fiancé?" I say sarcastically I turn and sit on my knees facing his. He rubs my arms with his hands and I grab his wrist. I lean over to him. I place my hands on his shoulders and lean on him as I kiss him like we did on my birthday. The one I wasn't sure about. It seems. I am sure. And I like it. I rock my neck as he runs his hands through my bed head. I end up practically sitting on his stomach and his hands are on my hips.

"Look at us. Broken. But fighting though" he says. I laugh at him and take my hands away from his shoulders. He gently slaps my leg "right. I'm going to get a shower" he says

"Okay. Be quick" I tell him. He picks me up and off of him like a kid. He smiles and laughs. Then walks away. We have no other plans for a while. Until Cato's birthday which is in June. It's now January. Ages away. The time should fly by. But I doubt it. We get to see my family soon. That's going to be fun. Then we have nothing else that I know of.

I stand out in the cold outside my house. My hands are in my pockets and Cato has already gone back to his. I don't what to go back to mine. I'm scared. I mean. From what happened to me a few nights ago. I feel so scared. But I brave it. And walk in "hello?" I ask the house

"Clove. How was the tour" says my mother. She runs in from the kitchen. Wiping he hands with a dish rag

"Yes. It was...fine" I tell her. She gives me a hug. She's very warm. She doesn't have to go out to work anymore. But I think it would help. But the district doesn't really like it.

"Very good. Now Cato said he was going to come round and tell me something with you. Your not pregnant are you?!" She asks. I laugh

"No. Don't worry mum. It's nothing to worry about" I tell her. She smiles and walks away. She shouldn't worry but it's the first I have heard of it. I hear the phone ring

"I'll get it" my mother shouts. I walk to my room I can vaguely hear what she is says "oh hello. Yes. Yes I'm sure she will be overwhelmed with that. Okay thank you sir. Thank you. Good bye" she says. I take my jacket off and hang it up on my door then remove my gloves and scarf and do the same. Only to hear footsteps walking up the path. I run to the window and see Cato and his family. He has a leather jacket on with a fluffy collar. He knocks on the door and my mother answers the door "Cato please do come in" she says.

"Thank you Mrs Sevina" he says. I'm still in my room. But I can hear them from here

"Oh please do call me Devon" says my mother. "Oh urm, Clove sweetie. Come down stairs please. Cato's here" she says. I run down the stairs to see Cato walk into the Living room. I walk up to him. And stand next to him. Grabbing his hand. He looks down and smiles at me. And I back. We both sit down. He sits on the couch and I sit on the arm of the Couch. Our families look opposite. My father knows what's going on. So he has a camera out. Filming us. "Cato dear. What did you want to tell us" my mother asks.