"Are you an idiot, Finnick Odair?!" I had screamed out of my room; my piercing voice woke him up.
I was back in District Four, dressed in my pyjamas and tramping through the front door of Finnick's house. I realistically broke the front door down and stomped my socks up the stairs, into the sleeping quarters of Finnick who was just about woken up. I grabbed one of the pillows and pounded it onto his body. Finnick grumbled in pain and tried to move me off of him.
How could he go and threaten Snow about me becoming a prostitute? How could he risk his life like that for me? God he was an idiot sometimes. He could have got himself killed and then I would have felt horrific, and I could have never forgiven myself if he died for me.
The two of us had been back in District Four for not even a day when I got a letter from Elodie that Finnick had gone straight back into the Capitol to give President Snow an enthralled visit. I was so outraged when I got the message that morning via one of the Avox's. I paraded out of my bedroom and straight down to the Odair house.
"Serabella—Serabella get off of me!" Finnick cried when I threw the pillow on the floor and stomped my foot on it.
"Oh my god I think you might be the biggest dummy in the entirety of Panem!" I shouted at the man in front of me who was already squealing like a pig for me to stop yelling.
"What did I do now, you bitch?" Finnick objected, I scowled daggers at the man, he was playacting like he hadn't just put himself on the line.
"President Snow! Visiting him!" I blurted out. Finnick rubbed his eyes, realising that I in fact did know about it.
"Oh...that." Finnick sighed.
"Oh yeah that." I mocked him, putting my voice deep. I looked him in the eyes when Finnick sat himself up. "What were you thinking?! He could have killed you right there and then for questioning his mentality."
"But he didn't."
"But he could've!"
"What you think that I'm just going to let you be a prostitute? No way in hell, Serabella." Finnick argued with me. He really did care about me, which I was glad about. I was glad that someone I loved, they loved me just as much. "You're my friend, my best friend and I'm not letting people in the Capitol who don't deserve even an inch of your time have you."
"Finnick" I whispered, climbing onto the bed, and facing him. The two of us just looked at one another. "You know when I met you, I honestly thought you were the biggest asshole on the planet. But that's a front, honey. I'm okay, I promise. We'll be okay."
"You promise?" Finnick raised an eyebrow as I giggled.
"Swear on my life." I held my pinky out and he took it, we both kissed our pinkies.
I lay on the bed with him, relaxing my head on his torso, he stroked with my hair so lightly as if the gods blessed that man's hands. I have no doubt that they were. I sighed and just wanted to cry my eyes out. I was about to be a prostitute, something I don't think I was emotionally equipped for of course. Is anyone equipped to turn themselves into a prostitute?
"When do you start?" Finnick collapsed his eyes, I decided to do the same. Imagining I was in a world where me and my loved ones weren't tortured.
"Tomorrow morning" I gave up. I lay flat on my back and just wanted the nightmare to stop. "I just...can we stay in bed all day?"
"Please."
"Do you have to go back to the Capitol?"
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JACK THE RIPPER
Fanfiction"Why do they call her Jack the Ripper?" Serabella Chambers, seventeen years old in the seventieth hunger games. When she volunteered for her little sister, Annabella Cresta. Running through the crowd to save her life desperately. "Well she murdered...
