The Hunger Games - Raining Fire [[EDITING]]

Chapter 27

when ur reading this, if the chap starts at 'I love her...' dont read tht part, go down to when Peeta says, "Katniss honey" and read from there

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"Katniss honey," Peeta calls me.

"Yes Peeta?" I yell.

He says, politely, "Come, sit" As I turn to see him, he is gesturing towards the couch, patting it. Because, well, Peeta is my husband, and I do love him, so I quickly made a cup warm warm, heart melting tea (Peeta's favourite), also with his favourite cup. In my other hand, I was holding an Espresso with a foam and caramel on top. Along with that; I brought to coffee coasters.

"Yes Peeta?" I look into his gorgeous, blue eyes. No one can resist the temptation of gazing in them for a while. There's something in there which makes his face so perfect, and I love that about him. Then I lightly kiss his cheek, and he does the same.

"I was wondering..." he begins.

"-if you wanna go...on honeymoon?" I finish, well that's what I think he wanted to say, at least.

"Well, not exactly..." he replies, with a slight pause between the words.

I ask, "Then what?"

Peeta mumbles, "Well........I, er I-I I wanna-" he cut himself off. I don't know why though. Something seems wrong. He looks worried. His only concerns he's ever had were either the Games, or something to do with me. I don't think he should be worried about me, and I hope not the Games either. The last thing I want, is for Peeta to break down and have a nightmare about, the, the, let's just say, the Dark Ages or Dark Days of Panem and the Capitol.

The terror they've done has scarred me for life! At least once a month I have nightmares about Snow, Clove, Cato, Thresh, Thread, Rue, my dad, once of Gale (surprising, kinda) and worst; my sister! The thought of it is off-putting, but the good mood and atmosphere around me defeats the odd one or two tears. I couldn't stand all the pressure out there.

But it was life, I had to face it. I was chosen for many things, sacrificed many things, was awarded many things, and was acused for many things (yep, including false accusation at some point of my life) but I'm here. I'm here today, living a great life with my husband, soon moving out of my mother's home. I'm alive!

Problem is, I still need reassuring. Peeta's attitude and behaviour doesn't convince me that he's all right. So I walked over to him, to see him laying, on the couch.

"Peeta, you all right? You've been there for hours!" I say, with an anxious voice.

"I'm fine, I'm fine. It has only been 45 minutes," he answers, but I think he is lying.

I smile at him, saying, "Yeah, well in my defence, it felt like hours. And are you SURE you are okay? It seems as if you want something, need something, or just have something to get off your chest." Then I place my hand on his, showing him I can be trusted, just in case he needs reminding.

"I love you and you can count on me, remember that," I wink. He smiles.

"Yeah; but in my situation, it is really difficult to handle or deal with anything. And I cannot tell anyone, until..." his voice trails away.

"Til when?!" I asked, twice.

++AWKWARD SILENCE++

"I just can't say, okay? Can you trust me on this one?" he blurts.

"Well, how would I know whether I can trust you or not??!" Ooops! I should NOT have said that. (Note to self, do NOT let words come out of your mouth before speaking, trust me! You'll regret it. You only make that mistake once...)

Peeta and I exchange looks, I blush and give an 'oops, didn't mean it' look whilst he gave an 'um, that's not what I expected...' look.

"What's that supposed to mean?" grunts Peeta, probably trying to stir up trouble now.

"Oh, I did-"

"What, so you meant what you said?" he rudely interrupted.

"NO! I wasn't meant to say that. It was just that the words came out wrong! I'm sorry!" I say, almost shouting.

"I always say things like I mean it, unlike you...!" he back chats me. I give an astonished look and slap him.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I gasped.

"It means, whenever I apologize, I do it meaningfully, but you do rush and don't think about what you say!" he shouts.

Now this is getting ridiculous. First, we're all happy and gentle settling in, then Peeta begins to get unhappy, but when I say one thing wrong, it becomes like another episode of EastEnders!

"I do!" I snap back.

"No you don't," he complains. We are becoming like five-year-olds now! This is a stupid argument that we shouldn't even be having. I understand it when couples bicker but not over one little mistake I make; I'm just human!

"Yes I do!!" I shriek as loud as I can before he yells, "THEN WHY DID YOU SAY THAT?! Huh? You lied to me, damn you!" Peeta has never been this aggresive on language! Honestly. He must be serious about this. But I don't think it's just what I said which he is angry about.

"I didn't lie, Peeta! Please believe me!" I cried, almost in a sobbing voice, "please," I sniffed.

"No!" he yells, and storms off. As soon as he's left the room, it's hard not to think that this moment is related to past moments of anger he's had with me. And those were worse than this.

I didn't know what to do, and I don't know what to do now. I have mixed feelings and thoughts at the moment. Even my imagination has almost got the better of me. I couldn't hold back so I released a few tears. After a while, a few became many! And it wasn't just the sadness, the confused memories, and the fury, it was of good times too, that I find it difficult to share and keep those in me right now, because of this.

I can't stay angry with Peeta for so long though, after all; I do love him, and he IS my husband. I guess some of the offensive things he said he said at-the-heat-of-the-moment. Maybe he couldn't afford saying something else, as it could turn out to be worse than this. Or he's just in a bad mood right now and decided to lash out on me.