Ever since I've gotten bread boy back, life has been pretty good. It's been three years now, and I couldn't be happier. I am now engaged to Peeta, which makes life even better.
I look over at Peeta to see him drawing something. He paints a lot now, but he won't let me see what they are. Like.. are they really that bad? He used to let me see them as soon as he finishes them, but for some odd reason, I can't look at them anymore.
As soon as he finishes it, I go over to Him to find out what it is, but he stops me. "Oh uh.. Hi..?"
"What'd you draw?" I ask, sitting down next to him.
"Nothing- nothing important." He throws the painting in a drawer.
"Oh, come on. I used to see them. What happened now?"
"Kat, is it really that important?"
"Why wouldn't it be?" I watch as he grabs his apron.
"Just.. I'll tell you later. I have to go to the bakery." He brushes his hair.
"Will you at least bring me back something?" I stick my lip out.
He comes over to me, and cups my face. "Yes, baby, anything for you." He kisses me softly, then once he pulls away, he waves at me, then leaves.
I make sure he's gone, and go over to the drawer slowly. I start regretting going over to it, but I open it. I lift the painting out of the drawer and study it for a while. I feel my eyes tear up as I see this drawing of his mother beating him. Why would he do something like this? I let a small tear fall from my eye, and I put it up. I put my shoes and my coat on, and I walk to the bakery.
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"Peeta?" I say as I walk in.
I see a guy with blonde curls, and blue eyes appear from behind the counter. "Yeah?"
"Um.. Can we talk?"
He nods and comes out from behind the counter, grabs my hand, and sits down at a table with me.
"What's up?" He holds both of my hands.
"I know I shouldn't have done this.. But I looked at the painting, and-"
"Are you dissapointed in me?" A tear slips down his cheek.
I wipe it away. "Of course not. I just wanted to know why you did that."
"My mother threatened me." He whispers.
"Oh my goodness, Peeta! Why didn't you tell me?"
"I thought she was going to hurt you, and I wanted to protect you."
"It- it's okay. I'll take care of it."
Oh look, I'm alive.
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