The Spark of a Revolution {Book 2 in the Daughter Trilogy} Watty Awards 2015

Chapter 14

  My head rests on a fluffy lavender pillow, face down. I knew I was gonna scream before the noise left my mouth, and when I did it was a relief. A relief that left me almost empty. All the emotions from Max kissing me a few months ago, and the blow out today, and every other mind gobbling event that has occurred in the past year or so. 

  "What was that?" Charley's voice echoes a little too loudly in my brain.

  "You know they call me suicidal. The doctors. They think I am always looking for new ways to torture myself." I reply, giggling like a mad man, "And for your information that was a scream."

  "I meant what was--"

  "I know what you meant Charley! Stop treating me like a little kid. I am fifteen, not five!" I shout at him, "I am fifteen! In fifteen years, I have killed more people then I have loved. I have caused pain to more people, then I have caused joy. You are bound to be the next." I stand up defensively.

  "Don't say that." His is eyes go all glare.

  "It is true, I hurt Max." My voice grows quiet.

  "I am not Max." He replies stepping towards me.

  "But I could hurt you just as easily." I step away falling onto my bed, "I need to sleep. Shut the door behind you, when you leave."

  "I am not leaving." He replies.

  "Suit yourself." I close my eyes as he sits onto his bed, taking of his shirt and pants leaving him in only his boxers.

  He crawls next to me and throws the covers ontop of him and me. Once under the blankets he wraps his arm around me, pulling me towards him. I can feel his bare chest through my thin T-shirt, I instantly wanna be skin to skin, that thin little piece of fabric peeled away so nothing remains except my bare back against his chest. 

  "Goodnight." He breathes against my ear.

  "Before I do this..." I say, "Just remember I hate you." I smile as he grows confused.

  The kiss is gentle, but grows passionate. And before I know it my shirt is thrown to the floor and I am somehow intertwined with Charley, the first light of morning shining through the slits around the door.

  "Get up." I shake him and he snores loudly, a scrawny cough reviving his lungs from sleep.

  "I hate Mondays." He rolls over and begins snoring.

  "I'll get you some coffee." I kiss his cheek and pull on a big T-shirt and some seat pants, don't think the bra and undies I was wearing to bed are going to cut it. I walk towards the kitchen, slipping on a pair of fuzzy slippers on the way.

  I have this thing where I am not aware of anything until after my coffee, so even starting the pot is auto-pilot. I just press a button and walk away, searching for a comfy bar stool.

  Sleep...

  My mind mumbles.

  Sleep.

  This time it sounds more urgent.

  Sleep!

  Now my brain is full on yelling at me, and I am yelling back.

  I slap myself as the timer on the coffee goes off. Within the first sip, I can already feel myself waking up. I walk to my bedroom handing Charley the Hazelnut scented cup as I sip on the chocolate.

  "Why do you never drink Hazelnut?" He asks gulping down huge sips.

  "I am allergic." I reply.

  "Well I didn't know that!"

  "Yeah, a lot of people don't. It isn't uber important."

  "How allergic?"

  "My throat closes."

  "Then it is 'uber imprtante!'" He giggles, using a weird accent to top it off.

  I laugh kissing his cheek, and walking back towards the kitchen.

  "Ahem!" The voice is alert and familiar.

  I pivot to find my father and Gale and Haymitch all circled around the kitchen table.

  "Dad? You aren't suppose to be back yet. What's happened?" I ask, my heart sinking to my intestines.

  "Get dressed we leave in ten." Gale speaks for my father.

  Charley comes out from my room, and my father rolld his eyes. Charley is already dressed and ready to go.

  "Did you?" I ask.

  "Not until last night." He replies, with a shrug.

  "It's a long story Prim, but until then, you need to get ready. Pack a light bag with only the important things. Your weapons are already in the trucks." Gale speaks again for my father, and my father just stands there his mouth half open.

  I do as I am told and load up a bag filled with clothes and trinkets. Everything has some sort of importance attatched to it, my mockingjay pin, my baby blanket, etc. I dress in black and dark green, so if we have to hide, I will blend in. My combat boots take forever to lace, but I manage to tie them in five minutes.

  "Come on Ro-- Prim. We have to be outta here quick." Haymitch mumbles.

  I speed up packing random toiletries and makeup, trying to go as fast as possible. After wight minutes my back is packed and we are rushing down hallway after hallway, each filled with sleep deprived citizens.

  We reach the loading dock, and we all board a large shipping truck. Gale drives, while Charley, Max, Emmy, Eli and I sit in the back storage area, Arabella asleep in Charley's lap. Jonny sits beside Gale, and my father talks in hushed voices with Haymitch.

  "What's going on? Where are you taking us?" I ask. 

  There is no reply.

  "Where are we going?" I sound bitter, and angry.

  No answer.

  "Where is Mom?" Then the whol cab goes silent.

  My dad covers his face with his hands. I sware in this moment, I am gonna be sick. I can feel the bile bubbling up at the back of my throat.

  "He has her." My dad answers finally, "Snow. Molly's dad... He has her."

  I almost pass out as the news flows from his mouth.

  "What aren't you telling us?" I ask biting my lip.

  "Nothing." He replies.

  "You are lying." I once again sound bitter.

  He is silent, so I use this time to walk towards him.

  "The Capitol is releasing gas bombs that will infect anyone with or within a thirty mile range of thirteen, sick... with the Plague." He replies, "They killed Dare. I couldn't let them kill you. I ju--"

  "Where is Gale taking us?" I don't let my emotions take over my body, instead I choose to feel nothing at all, I choose to not worry about the future.

  "An old civilization, North of here." He replies, "Canada."