JACK THE RIPPER

58- This is why you dont deserve nice things

Fuck. I was so furious, I was almost hopping mad because I didn't know what to do, I thundered myself off of the dance floor, storming past Finnick, who followed me immediately, trying to calm me down. But who was he kidding? There was no way I could calm down right now. I was in the central of a thunderstorm. My head was spinning.

How could he say that? How could he make a fool of me like that? As if he was the one who manipulated me, as if he got to decide what I did and what I didn't do. He had complete control over me, didn't he? Oh my god he boiled my blood. I just wanted to strangle the man until he couldn't breathe in or out of his lungs. Then I realised that I wasn't breathing.

Oh god I wasn't breathing.

I held onto the dampened tablecloth and managed to crumple it up as I tried to breathe in and out. I was having a panic attack. I just needed to concentrate on my breathing and make sure that I'm not relapsing into my miserable state again. Not again. Please not again.

Finnick succeeded to catch up to me, he was darting through the crowd to find me and then he saw me heaving over a tablecloth. His arms wrap up around me and hug me whilst I sobbed. He really was my friend. My best friend.

"You're okay, Sera. Sera you're okay." He had to keep assuring me, that I was okay.

"How could he do this to me?" I looked Finnick dead in the eyes, wanting an answer. But Finnick just shrugged his shoulders.

"Because he's got no soul" Finnick answered, I was still crying when he ran his fingers through my hair gently. "It's okay. It's okay." He had to keep telling me that.

"Finnick I'm so scared." I sincerely responded because I was frightened of what this man could do to me. We were established in the corner, no one was watching us.

Wonderful thing about people in the Capitol; they love themselves too much to notice you.

"I know. But I'm here. I'm here." Finnick whispered in my ear. He was here, Finnick was here. I had Finnick. "You have me."

"I know. I'm okay, I promise."

"Serabella! Finnick! There you are" A voice came from the middle of the party, Finnick let go of my entire body but squeezed my hand a couple of times. "Ooh darling, you look terrible."

"Hi Elodie, missed you too" I mockingly hesitate out, succeeding to fix myself up and stop the tears from flooding down my cheeks. I fix my dress hastily and try and smile delicately, I feel like my face is gonna crack at any moment.

Finnick squeezes my hand to assure me that he's there, but I just swallow every inch of my pride and make a polite chatter with Elodie for a couple of seconds until she realises why she is there.

"No matter, she still looks gorgeous, doesn't she Ares?" Elodie calls someone over. I raise an eyebrow; it had been so long from the games I had forgotten about Ares.

What an idiot I was.

"Ares...whose Ares?" Finnick inquires, almost reading my mind.

A man walks over, I identify him instantaneously. My eyes go wide, noticing Ares Manson, the head Gamemaker who had flourished in the idea of succeeding the older Gamemaker, Hermes Afferon. The capitol was consumed with the idea of naming their children after Greek gods so most of the people in the Capitol tended to be named something ridiculous like Poseidon.

Ares Manson is in his early forties; he's got jet black hair with grey beginning to form on his root hairs. These stunning yet sultry electric blue eyes. He has a thin build, incredibly tall yet Elodie is almost beating him with those goddamn heels.