I sit there in this cold drafty room. A smelly carpet that's covered in ugly District 8 decorative textiles lay beneath my feet. A dusty piano is stuck in the corner surrounded by house plants. There's a raggedy sofa that smells like crap, piss, and tears. I think I've been sitting here for a good ten minuets or so. No family members have arrived yet.
Wait, I've spoken too soon.
"What daughter I have," he walks into the room chuckling. The man tosses his backpack on the floor. "How many times was your name even in the reaping bowl?"
"Sixty seven." I whisper.
"Sixty seven," he repeats laughing. Before I could ask what he is doing here, I'm being popped upside my head by his big manly hands.
"What the hell dad!" I say rubbing my head.
"You couldn't shut your mouth for two seconds Ellaydra, just two!" He holds up two of his fingers and shakes them in his face. "Maybe if you weren't so disrespectful to your teacher's we wouldn't be sitting here!"
I shrug my shoulders. "Whatever,"
"You never take the initiative for the mistakes you've made, makes me sick how you are." My father says placing his fingers to his temple. I think he's forming a migraine.
"No words of encouragement?" I ask him sarcastically.
"No Ellaydra, this is what you deserve, you commit the actions, you suffer the consequences." He says angrily.
"Sorry," I say not meaning it.
"Don't be sorry. Be serious."
"Dad, do you not realize that my name has already been reaped? What can you do about it?"
"Nothing Ellaydra! That's the thing, we can't fix any of your mistakes!"
"WE!" I furiously question throwing my arms up. "Who are we?"
"Your mother and I!" My father angrily approaches me shaking his index finger in my face. His hand was so close, I could smell the tobacco on the tip of his finger.
"Mother doesn't even love you anymore!" I spit.
"Take that back right now!"
"No!" I say folding my arms across my chest.
He pushes me back into the sofa. "So you like to act all tough?"
I'm pushed back again but with more force.
"Stop touching me!"
My father slaps me aggressively in my face, then grabs a clump of my hair in his fist.
"If I were to have raised you, you wouldn't be sitting here!' He says shaking his fist which causes my head to bob because he's still pulling onto my hair.
"If you were to raise me, I'd already be dead of suicide!"
"Does your idiotic mother put thoughts like that into your head?" He strenuously lets go of my head, sending me sprawling back into the sofa.
"You're the idiotic one!"
My father sighs and runs both of his hands through his decreasing amount of hair left on his head. "I always wanted the best for you Ellaydra, even your own mother doesn't want to say her final goodbye's, and do you honestly believe that you are really going to become the next Victor?"
I shake my head no. "Did you not here what I said during the reapings or were you too busy with your other family? You know, the one you formed behind our backs!"
"At least none of my other children were reaped," he shoots back.
"Get out," I say pointing at the door without looking at him.
"No I'm not done with-"
"Out!" I stand up and push him on his muscular chest. "Get-out-now!" I say shoving him closer to the door between shoves.
As if on cue, a nosy Peacekeeper pops his head in between the door. "Is everything alright in here?"
"I want my father to leave." I say sternly.
"You heard the lady, please excuse yourself." He says.
My father doesn't move.
"Would you like some assistance with removing yourself?" The Peacekeeper asks, ready to tase my father.
"Okay, Okay!" He says throwing his arms up in surrender once he see's the beating stick and taser in the Keeper's hand.
Punk.
"Feel free to murder him if he has any problems, in fact why not throw him in the Games, I'm sure the other Tributes won't mind killing an ABUSER!" I yell all of that as the wooden door slowly closes.
The odds of me surviving my abusive father are in my favor. The odds of me surviving the Games, not so much favorable at the moment.
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The 100th Annual Hunger Games Quarter Quell: District Revenge
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