A fate worse than death~~A Finnick Odair story~~

35. Woho the rest of my life

The next few days were not pretty. As the newly in love victor, everyone wanted to interview me and I would be invited to all the parties. I was the talk of the town, and if I wasn't there, it wasn't worth being there. Some may think it sounds like a dream come true, but when all anyone wanted to talk about was Cory, if he wasn't standing next to me with a brain grip on my waist, and the clothes had gone from beautiful to outrageously sexy, I no longer found the pleasure in any of it.

My days in the capital had gone from manageable to the highlight being when I got to go to bed at night and dream of another reality.

The last dream was the best, I had lived on one of the islands we visited with the boat, there had been no giant house, but there had been a dock and the walls were full of love. On the island I had also had Ian, and Finnick. I would have been so happy.
Too bad it could never become a reality.

Sometimes I wondered if it wouldn't have been easier if I had just died in that arena.

But I didn't have time to think like that. I was up for meeting the president, no doubt to put the rest of my life on the line, but I was 99% sure the man could read minds, so wishing you dead in an arena wasn't optimal. Who knows, maybe he would make it happen.

A shiver moved down my spine as I got ready to leave. Go to something that felt like my execution. Or at least the execution of the freedom I could be tricked in to thinking I had.

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When I once again stepped into that godsforsaken office, I was immediately greeted by two faces. One, President Snow, no surprise there, mr. the other, Cory.

I guess it shouldn't have shocked me either, but seeing them both side by side for the first time was terrifying, terrifying even. They were so freaking alike, Cory looked like he could have just been the younger version of Snow, I was kicking myself for not seeing it sooner, how could I have missed it when they looked so alike!! Not only in appearance but also in manner, how could I have been so stupid!!

But I had no time to think, no time to blame myself. Standing in front of these two was like stepping onto a battlefield unprotected. It was a certain death sentence. So I said nothing, refusing to notice their existans, and sat down in the only chair across from Snow's desk.
Let the execution begin.

"Miss Whitmore, one, pleasure."
"Ass for you."
I wasn't really sure what to answer, just knew I wasn't going to give this man the satisfaction of seeing me break down. Inside I was like a stormy sea, but on the outside I was like myself.
"Myself and Coryolanus have laid out a plan for your future relationship." "Ohhh."

He made it sound like we were discussing the upcoming week's dishes, completely nonchalant. He was a psychopath. Because we would not discuss dishes, not even just my life, no we would discuss the future of all those I loved, and his precious great grandson. You know what,
fuck him, in fact fuck them all.

He keapt talked, I just didn't listen. There was something about this room that stirred an inner rebel in me, I could never describe it, but without thinking I cut him off mid-sentence.

"No."
"No?"
"I won't continue this relationship like this, I have conditions."
"Which are?"
Cory had asked the question, but it was Snow who continued.
"You are only a child, you have no rights. Within six months you will be engaged and within a year there will be a wedding in the great palace." "No. I won't marry anyone until my brother finishes school. Because I guess marriage means I'll be forced to move to the capital--."

"Have the honor move!"
"Yes yes, the meaning is that where I go my brother goes and I refuse to tear him away from school and friends!!"
I could feel the heart beating in 220, was almost sure they could hear it. "Well. A long engagement then."
Once again it was Cory who spoke, but his great-grandfather didn't look as displeased anymore.
"Yes, I will arrange a trip for you both. The capital will love it and when you come back you will have a loving story of how you got engaged."
"But the wedding won't happen until after Ian finishes school."
"Yes yes, young Mr. Whitmore shall be no, hindrance."
"Then we have a deal, was there anything else you wanted?"
"Not for now, you may leave."
"Thank you."

Without hesitating for a second, I got up and left. I had secured both mine and Ian's team time for at least another year. But the thought of the upcoming trip and the engagement made me run to the nearest trash can and empty my stomach of all its contents.

Then I went straight to the mentor room and joined Haymitch at the bar. No one questioned what I was doing there, no one tried to stop me from drinking, not even Finnick.

It was as if everyone had known that I had been called to President Snow office, as if all of us victors had anonymously agreed not to ask.

Everyone knew, but no one asked. The only one who interacted whit me was Haymitch when he gave me another drink.

But it wasn't the worst. No, worst of all was the day after when I was suddenly thrust into an interview and had to explain that I was indeed not pregnant.
Just, well nervous about an upcoming trip.

A/N

Sorry that it's such a short chapter, but I think that the next one will be like reading her diary again.

Yes, this will mean another time shift, but so that I don't write really bad chapters and the story doesn't go on forever, I think it's necessary.

I have some thauts and I maby know want to end the story and, well, let's just say you probably won't like it.