The Hunger Games: Breaking Freedom

As you know I'm obsessed with the Hunger Games so I thought that I would make a fourth book about Katniss' life with her children and Peeta. YOU NEED TO HAVE READ ALL THE HUNGER GAMES BOOKS!


3. Peeta

Katniss came back with tears brimming her eyes. Prim was very upset, but for the opposite reason.

"Peeta," I could just barely hear her whisper my name before her knees buckle and she falls into my arms, crying.

"Katniss, Katniss, it's okay." I stroke the long, dark hair that was once in a braid this morning. We stand in the kitchen this way, her head resting on my shoulder It takes her a long time to answer, but she finally says one word,

''Haymitch," She chokes out before having a second meltdown.

"Katniss, what happened?" I ask, I was desperate to know what had happened in that woods this morning. I hated seeing her so vulnerable, when she was always so strong and independent.

"We were at the edge, I shot a squirrel, and all the old memories where coming back and he showed up. I didn't know what to do." She had been to the edge, that was enough to make her cry, and now Haymitch had shown up.

"The tree, the fence, my father's bows, Haymitch." All the things from her, and my, horrible past. I remembered the tree, the one she dropped out of before spraining her ankle. The fence that once kept the dangerous creatures out of the District, and the starving population in, except Katniss and Gale. Her father's old, worn bows and arrows, the only things she had that made her feel as though her father where still alive. Haymitch, we still loved him, but seeing him after so many years reminded her of our Hunger Games. The times we were starving, broken, and all the while never giving up.

"Who's Haymitch!" A familiar demanding voice says from the doorway of the kitchen.

"Prim," I start but she cuts in.

 "No! You have been keeping me in the dark forever and I need to know why your acting like this around that Haymitch."

"Prim, it's about time you learn something from your mother and I, it's about time you understand something about the old ways of the Capitol." I say hoping Katniss would understand why I'm doing this. I pick her up and carry her to our bed, she didn't seem to hear about what I'm going to do. She drifts off and I take Prim's hand in mine. We walk together to our small family room.

"Primrose, listen to me. No matter what you have to believe that your mother and I went through this, it isn't just one of our stories." She nods and proceed with telling her our story, she listens intently throughout me explaining what the Hunger Games is, and what happened in the life before our shared memories of the Hunger Games. I go through our first Hunger Games, the Captiol, and the time before the second. Then she asks a question I didn't expect,

"Does mama really love you?" Her eyes begin to fill with tears for the third time since I started.

"Of coarse she does! Only at first it was a trick but then we grew closer until finally we stayed together." I explain softly trying to calm her down. We move on to the second games, and District Thirteen. But I'm carful to explain the time I spent hating Katniss, and the Tracker Jackers so she would fully understand. When we are finished she moves onto my lap and wraps her arms around my neck, not making a sound.

 "Now, don't mention this to your mother, this is the only thing that will send her over the edge." Prim nods at nuzzles into my chest.


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