Rebelling Against The Rebellion {Fourth Book to the HG} UNDER MAJOR CONSTRUCTION

Chapter Two: Unwanted Birthday Surprise

                            I release from the hug me and Peeta share. Peeta smiles brightly and walks over to Prims cake. “We should go bring the cake to Prim” Peeta says, pointing at the cake. That was a great idea. It was Prims cake in the first place. She should be the one to enjoy it. I nod in agreement. I walked out to the front of the house. I open the front door and stuck my head out.

                                “Jaz. Reece. Come inside we're leaving!” I yell. Both kids stopped what they were doing and stared at me disappointingly. “Where are we going?” Jaz asks, walking towards the porch. She holds a purple hula hoop around her waist. Her eyes go from happy to upset in less than a minute.

                                “Where going to bring your Aunt Prim her cake” I say, walking all the way outside. I sit down on the porch to pull Jaz onto my lap. She takes off her hula hoop and sits down. I pull back her hair and begin to make a braid down her back. “I don’t want to go” Jaz whines. I sigh and shake my head. “No, you have to go” I demand. “Nobody’s here to watch you”.

                                “I’m here” a husky voice says. I know this voice. I could never forget this voice, even if I try. I'm too scared to turn around. The voice sounds a little deeper and older. But I am sure, I knew who it is. I drop Jaz’s hair down and froze in place. I feel his eyes burning into my back. I take a deep breath and turn around. And there in front of me, is the murderer himself.

                                Gale.

                                My body completely shuts down. Seeing his face is like getting a gunshot right in the chest. I have to stand tall. Show him that I am happy with who I am with. Gale even said when we were in the Capitol, that I would pick who I couldn’t survive without. And he was right. I can't survive without Peeta. But if it wasn’t for him killing Prim, then maybe there was a chance that I would be with him instead of Peeta.

                                Ever since Gale did that, I couldn’t stand to look at his face without feeling disgusted. I know that he wasn’t aiming them at Prim, but I also know that he was the one who made the bombs. The question still remains of who bombed the place. But the answer is obvious. Why would the Capitol wan't to bomb their own human shield? It was the rebels. It had to be.

                                “Why are you here?” I manage to choke out. I begin to breath heavily as my fist clench tightly, causing my knuckles to turn white.  

                                Gale stands there, looking clueless. His jet black hair is in the same way I left him. In his face. He got tanner and taller, and much more muscular. He has scruff on his chin and cheeks. I look him up and down, observing everything new about him. He even has a tattoo on his left arm of a mockingjay. On the right wing of the mockingjay was an initial.

                                K.E

                Katniss Everdeen.

                                “Thought I’d come to visit” Gale says, moving closer to me. I have no clue what to say, so I glance behind me. Jaz was gone. She went back to playing with Reece on the lawn.

Dammit.

                                I turn back around and sigh. I nod slowly. I don’t know what to do. Be happy? Or mad? Or just ignore him? Why the hell is he here in first place? He knew I didn’t want to see him. I don’t want anything to do with him. He’s a killer. Wait - I shouldn’t even be saying that. I’m a killer. I was a tribute in the hunger games. And I won with Peeta. All three of us were killers. Murderers. And the question still remains. Why am I alive?