(A/N: This is just a new idea I had...I don't know if I like it. LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK PLEEEEASE! :) )
"Mom, why do we have to visit him?" I ask groggily pulling on my sweater.
She sighs and pulls on her boots. "He's your father. He would like to see you every once in a while..."
"He doesn't ask to see me." I tie the laces on my shoes and swing my bag over my shoulder. I hesitantly walk outside, she follows and closes the door behind her.
"That doesn't mean he doesn't care...and it definitely doesn't mean he doesn't love you." She tries to reason with me but it never seems the way she says things to be. I feel as if it's a huge lie and she just wants to get rid of me for a few days.
I cross my arms in front of me. "Well that's how it seems..." I huff and walk in the direction of the Victor's Village. That's where my dad lives. Haymitch Abernathy, Victor of the 50th Games, known only for being a drunk fool ever since he won.
"Anna." She turns to me and holds onto my shoulders. "I left him for a reason. I didn't mean for it to end like that but....he seems much happier with Effie than he ever did with me"
"Effie...what kind of ridiculous name is that?!"
She smiles slightly and shakes her head. "She's from the Capitol, dear..."
"I know, I know, you've told me a million times but I just can't get over it...and she's so strange. I think you're much prettier. And your name will always be much better."
She smiles sadly. "Thank you."
It was true. My mother, Rose, had long dark hair that fell to the middle of her back which she usually kept in a tight bun. She has gorgeous vibrant green eyes, which I failed to inherit. And her tan skin which made her eyes seem even brighter than they actually are. She was beautiful, much more beautiful than that prissy, crazy, Capitol woman Effie will ever be.
I on the other hand got most of my father's looks. I have his boring grey eyes, Seam grey as my mother calls them. I have his odd shaped nose. And I have his dirty blond hair.
I hate him, I've never liked him, he was never there for me when I needed him most. When we needed him most was when he drank, for what reason, I will never know. Probably to drown what little feelings he had for us and forget. To forget all his troubles and worries and leave to figure it out.
We've walked all the way to his house and I didn't even realize it. I knock lightly on the door. It's soon answered by my dad.
"Hey Anna." He smiles warmly at me, then looks over at my mom and gives a small nod. "Rose, nice to see you again."
"Hey, 'Mitch." I say walking past him and tossing my bag on the couch.
"Hello, Haymitch." Mom says nodding. "I want her home by 6:30 tomorrow evening if that's alright with you."
He nods. "Perfectly fine."
"Have fun." Mom leaves without another word.
"Oh, hello, Anna!" Effie squeals in her high-pitched, shrill voice.
"Hi..." I say quietly, not even looking up at her.
"At least look at me when you talk to me."
I shake my head in response. She lets out a small sigh and takes my bag off of the couch. I snatch it from her grasp.
"Don't touch my stuff." I take my stuff upstairs to my room and throw it onto my bed.
"Anna!" Effie calls for me from downstairs, I don't want to be here, I don't want to be around her or that drunkard man.
I groan and stomp downstairs. "What?!"
For the first time Effie isn't wearing her outrageous clothes or heels. I've never see her like this before. She's been stripped of her makeup and wig. Her light blonde hair falls to her shoulders in elegant curls that look too perfect to be natural. Her bright baby blue eyes aren't covered by her violet contacts or surrounded by her colorful eye shadow. I hate to say it, but she's beautiful....maybe even more beautiful than my mother.
I freeze. "I-I um...I meant....is there something you want, Effie?"
She smiles, obviously pleased with my change in attitude. "I was wondering what you wanted for dinner."
"Oh, um...I don't care, I'm not all that hungry..."
She nods. "I'll make something for you in case you change your mind." She smiles and walks into the kitchen. She's seems so much nicer than she usually is when I'm here, too nice.
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Hours pass. I read in my room the whole time, really not taking any interest in whatever they're doing downstairs. I smell something rather unappetizing, like burnt chicken. I set down my book and walk downstairs. I go into the kitchen and the smell is much worse, I open the oven and a billow of smoke pours out. I quickly turn the oven off and start fanning away the smoke with a towel. I cough and my eyes start watering as the smoke chokes me.
"Dad!" I call out, not exactly sure where he is. The smoke clears out and I set the towel down. "Dad!" I call out again.
I walk upstairs and too his bedroom, I knock lightly. Then I realize his tie hanging on the doorknob. What could that possibly mean? Is he just lazy? I push the door open with a small creak.
Him on top of her. She lets out a small moan before spotting me and screaming. I stumble back out into the hallway and slam the door shut. I shake my head in disgust.
"I'm going back to mom's!" I scream through the door before rushing downstairs and outside. I don't bother taking my stuff with me, I'm not going back. I run to my mom's house and open the door. "Mom! I'm home! I'm not going back to dad's anytime soon."
She doesn't respond, I walk through all the rooms and don't find her anywhere. There's a knock at the door. I open it, it's Head Peacekeeper Thread.
"Miss Kingsley?" He asks gently.
I nod. "Yes. Do you happen to know where my mother is?"
"Ms. Kinsley has been in an accident."
It's like my breath has been taken from my lungs. "Is she okay?! Can I visit her?!"
He shakes his head slowly. "I'm afraid she's passed. I'm so sorry." I slam the door in his face and scream.
It's not true. They must be mistaken. She's fine, she'll walk through the door any minute now. I sit in a chair and pull my knees to my chest. She's okay, she's perfectly fine. She can't leave me. She can't die.
(I think I'm going to end the chapter here, leave you hanging for a little bit. Comment! Vote! Thanks for reading.)
