I'll carry you home (Everlark)

Chapter 17: Old photos

Chapter 17

Katniss P.O.V.

My hand loudly pound on the door. I feel irritated. I want answers.

After a few more pounds someone finally opens the door.

"Katniss", my father says with a smile.

But I'm not in the mood for smiles and hugs right now. I just push past him, walking into the house with angry steps.

I walk into the living room, finding no one. Good.

I cross my arms over my chest, waiting for my father to catch up with me. When he finally comes into the living room, he has confusion plastered all over his face.

He's waiting for me to talk.

"Timothy...", I say slowly, letting him hear that I'm angry. "Cotton?"

In less then a second, my father's face becomes pale. I've seen him pale before, when he was sick, when he thought that Elijah was going to die during his birth. But I've never seen him this pale.

Just by two syllables. He looks like he's going to faint. My strongly build and broad shouldered father.

"What?" He asks.

I snort.

"Don't even try it", I say. "How couldn't you tell me? You knew I had a boy in my classes named Eddie!"

"I..." My father says but sighs. "I didn't even know he was still alive before you mentioned him, and you didn't mention him as Eddie Cotton".

Because he's mother changed his damn name. How was I supposed to know?

"But you didn't care to mention that two girls I played with as a child had died?" I ask. "I do remember them, I'd just buried the memories but they're all coming back now".

"I... Ellie and Erica... You were the best of friends, I couldn't bare to tell you that they had died so I just told you that they were your imaginary friends", he says.

"Excuse me you did what?" I scream. I can't believe what I'm hearing right now. I just... I can't believe it. "You had no right to do that!"

"I know, I panicked", my father says.

"That's just a lame excuse", I shout. "You felt like you could forget Timothy easier by telling me that his daughters were only in my imagination?"

I storm out of the living room. I can see in the corner of my eye that my father attempts to follow me.

"Don't even try to follow me right now!" I growl as I rush up the stairs.

I continue up to the attic. If I know my father as good as I think I do, he can't have buried his memories that easily. He can't have gotten rid of photos and things like that. He would've kept them.

I look through every inch of the attic. I don't find anything.

Just as I think that maybe I don't know my father as well as I thought, I see it.