The Fourth Olympics

E I G H T \\ Join the Pity Party, We Have Free Cupcakes

J A C K

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I found Sierra waiting for me by Wyatt and Emmett. She seemed extremely giddy, and I was afraid to ask her what she had done to Harper. But then again, I don't think I care about what happened to her anyway. She could be dead as of now, who know's?

We all entered the elevator which would take us to our floor where we'd have dinner, discuss plans for tomorrow, and sleep. Of course, everyone else planned to do. Me? There is no way I'm sleeping yet. I still have so much to do. I have to go over and reassess my analysis, add extra notes, and then I planned to assemble a phone from the computer parts because I was bored as wanted to call Kavio without being traced.

Wait. You don't know who that is. Okay, roll the clip.

I was born on August 23rd in District Eleven. Okay, yes, I'm secretly from Eleven. Just shut up and listen to me. Me and Killian met when we were three I think, just when I was starting to develop the ability to store memories. Because Killian couldn't pronounce my full name, he just nicknamed me AJ.

On my fourth birthday, my parents died for being caught stealing a cupcake for me as I had never tasted one. I watched them be beaten to death in the Capitol square for all to see, and it still haunts me until this day. I was placed in the orphanage, which closed down a year later due to it being on the verge of collapsing.

All the oprhans were then sent off to different districts to be adopted while District Eleven's orphanage was rebuilt. Me and Killian had been able to stay in touch through letters, but when I was finally adopted at the age of ten, my life turned into hell. On the outside, my adopted family looks perfect. So innocent, so nice, so kind, you could never suspect them for what they did to me.

To start off, my parents were complete assholes. The only thing they gave me was leftover dinner scraps, and the didn't even let me sleep in their own house. I remember lying on the yard freezing and hungry almost every night. They forced me to cook and clean for them. The only time I was allowed freedom was out of school, and they even had people paid to make my life miserable there. And then there was their son Kavio.

At first, he seemed kind of nice, staying up late so he could sneak me into his room and share his bed with me. But that was just to earn my trust. Kavio's about four years older then me, so when he started doing... things... to me, he had been jacked (no pun, why would I want to make a pun out of my name?) up in the head by hormones.

I was eleven and a half when we were sleeping with our backs facing eachother one night. I want fully asleep at the time, but Kavio didn't notice my half consciousness. And that's when his... sexual habits began. He stripped me of my clothes and began "experimenting" with my body. All I dare to repeat of that night, is that it was horrifying.

Unfortunately for me, it didn't stop there. Kavio even went as far as molesting me in front of his parents who didn't do a thing to stop it. They just watched amused as I writhed in pain from the way their son was torturing me. Eventually, the conditions started to improve. When I was thirteen, Kavio convinced his parents to allow to me to sleep in his room, which I absolutely feared at the time.

Kavio never allowed me to sleep clothed, however he did start acting nicer to me. He shared half of his dinner with me, and started acting more brotherly to me. I still don't fully trust him as of now, but I've forgiven him for most of the things he's done. The night before the Reaping may be the calmest, most brotherly moment that happened between us.

"Jack?" Kavio whispered.

Now at the age of twenty, he had started a small company that fixed computers, and coding. He had bought a house to himself, and had his adopted little brother move in with him. He of course had a room to himself, but Kavio became quite attached to sleeping next to him. Always knowing he was around, and he was safe.