Hijacked - The Hunger Games

Chapter 30| Please, leave

I wake up frantically. Somebody is pulling in my shoulder, but I can't make out who it is through the blinding darkness.

Soon enough, my eyes focus and I can see just Peeta and he whispers my name. "Katniss."
"What?" I ask, annoyed. I don't like it when people awaken me from peaceful dreams.

"Come here. I have to show you something." He whispers, and I slowly get up, following him outside.

"Peeta, where are we going? This is dangerous!" Why we are walking out in the middle of the Capitol by ourselves, I don't know.

"Just trust me." He says. After about five minutes of walking, he stops at an abandoned Capitol house. No, it's not in bad conditions. But you can tell that nobody lives here anymore.

"What are we doing here?" I ask. "Just come on," he smiles. I sigh.

He leads me into a dining room where a whole meal has been set up. Bread, lamb stew, cake, meat, everything you can imagine.

"Peeta...this is amazing."

He smiles at me. "And look at this."
He pushes a button that makes part of the roof slide away, revealing a starry night sky. It's beautiful.

I smile and kiss him. He kisses back, and within seconds, we are in a full make out session.
"Listen, I know you want to eat my face right now. But there is food that is just as tasty sitting on the table." He says, gesturing towards the all the food. I start laughing so hard that it makes my stomach hurt.

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We've been eating the wonderful Capitol food. I haven't bothered to ask where it came from, and I'm about to. But then I realize that it probably belonged to the person who owned this house.

When we are done eating, we start to head out of the house. And as soon as we are out the door, Peeta unexpectedly pulls my head towards his and starts kissing me hard. Once again, I feel the butterflies in my stomach. The fireworks that go off every time our lips meet.

And once again, the kiss becomes really heated. He leads me inside, lying me on the bed.

"Peeta, we can't do this." I say.

"Why?"

"Do you really want to try and bring another baby into the world? We are in the middle of a war!" I raise my voice.

"Who says something will happen to it? It might turn out fine. Please, for me." He pleads.

"No." I say sternly. "It's hard enough losing one baby, Peeta. You don't understand like I do. But two?" I feel tears streaming down my face. "And what would you do if you lost your fiancé and baby? How would that feel?"

He looks at me, tears welling up in his eyes. "I-I" he stutters.

"That's what I thought." I sigh, wiping the tears from my eyes. "Please, leave."

He gets up from his spot on the bed and walks out of the room. From the window, I can see him running. And he stops in the middle of his tracks, hitting himself in the head, calling himself stupid. Screaming at himself for how much of an idiot he is.

I want to run to him. Tell him it's alright. Apologize. But I don't go after him. I stay here, in front of the window, trying to think of a way that situation could have been better.

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When it's been an hour after Peeta left, I finally get up from the bed and head back towards base. This will be awkward.

And it is. Because Peeta is pacing the floor, mumbling things to himself, and all of the others are asleep.

I look at him straight in the eye. He looks back, not daring to be the one who looks away first. He won't budge, so I do. I lie down in my sleeping bag, and we don't say anything to each other for the rest of the night.

Things have never been more awkward between Peeta and I. Not even the time we were on the train before our first games, or we had to fake for the cameras.

We get strange looks from everybody. They must notice how we aren't constantly talking, like usual. And how I keep giving him death glares every time he looks at me.

Yes, I know I'm overreacting just a bit. But I would never even think of trying for a baby right now. And maybe he didn't even think of a baby. Maybe he just wanted my body.

And those thoughts are what set me off. What make me send him those death glares, give him those looks, not talk to him.

But I'm secretly yearning for his love and attention.

When something good is born, something else that is good dies. I got my Prim back. I lost my Peeta.

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