Song of the chapter; "Heavy In The Head" By the Zach Brown Band. (AN, doesn't really have much to do with the chapter but it's intense & so is this chapter).

Katniss's POV;

"Peeta!" I manage to get out. "What are you doing here?" He doesn't answer., just shakes his head as his face become red with pure anger. "Peeta?" I place a hand on his broad shoulder. A circle has formed around us,and Bohdi places a hand on my waist.

"Let's get out of here." He whispers, I shrug off his hand and look between the men. He grabs my wrist. "I said let's go!" I pleads.

Peeta snaps. He tackles the man, Bohdi is a good four inches taller than Peeta; yet Peeta is so much stronger. He punches his face, and they roll so Bohdi's on top and he begins to punch Peeta. "Stop! Stop, stop it!" I plead pulling Bohdi off of Peeta. 

I help Peeta up. "Come on."  I pull him towards the doors. We get into someone else's taxi, and they take us back to Cressida's house. She's gonna be angry we started a fistfight, and that we left early. I hold onto him in the limo, he grips me tightly as if he's scared to let go. "I'm sorry ... I'm sorry," I repeat over and over. Tears stream down my face as I think about what Bohd will do next.

But I'm focused on Peeta right now. When I saw him at the after party I knew I loved him, that he was the only man for me. I look up at his face; his left eye is swollen shut and us a deep purple color, bruises dance along his face and jawline. They take away from his handsome appearance. "I'm so sorry." I say again dabbing some of the blood from his lip with my dress.

"Don't, you'll ruin you dress." He brushes my hand away. "I can wait until we get back."

I nod slowly, and we make long, loving eye contact. Almost as if he's scared, his finger reaches up and tilts my chin up. My fingers touch each bruise on his skin, and I realize it's my fault. "I'm sorry.." I start. "I'm sorry about Melody." He beams down at me.

"That's all I wanted to hear my darling." I press his lips to mine. "Hey stop, in all bloody and nasty." He wrinkles his nose.

"Like that's different that any other day." I smile and kiss him again. The limo halts to a stop, but we don't break until the door swings open.

We crawl out laughing, and my fingers stay stuck together with his. I push through the door, and the phone rings instantly. "Hello?" I ask as Peeta laces kisses down my neck and shoulders. "Stop" I laugh saying it quietly.

"Katniss! Where are you?" Cressida's voice booms through the phone.

"Well, you called your house, I answered the phone. You take a good guess." I reply with a smirk.

"Why did you leave? The police were called and they think you two fled the scene." She says above the loud screaming music of the party. "You need to come back." It sounds almost like a plea, but I know we can't.

"Cressida.." I start.

"Katniss! This was my night, their going to make everyone go home if you don't come and settle this." I push Peeta off, and look around the room rubbing my face with my hand.

"Fine, I have to clean him up though."

She sighs. "Thank you."

"Goodbye." I hang up not waiting for a reply back. "Come on." I say sitting him down on a wooden stool next to the sink. 

"What's wrong?" He asks. " I can see it in your face, I always can when your angry." I keep a straight face, and wet a washcloth and begin to dab away the blood. I find it's on his shirt collar, and I sigh.

"You should change shirts, did you bring another to wear?" I ask undoing the top three  buttons.

"My suitcase, the living room." He tells me, I stand and dig through his suitcase. I pick out the shirt I think goes best with his pants and walk back into the kitchen.

"Here." I say softly, I throw the shirt over my shoulder and continue to unbutton the rest of his shirt. My fingers graze his chest, scars dance along his skin.

"It's disgusting, I know." He whispers holding his hand over mine on his chest.

"No, your brave. I have them too." I reveal some of my chest to show all of the scars I have too. "See?"

He nods. "Do you ever regret it?" He asks.

"The war, the berries, the baby?" He asks me looking into my eyes. They show pain, and suffering; too much for a man his age to have seen and suffered through. 

"No, never any of it." I lie.

"Why not?" He asks.

"Because then I never would have had you, or gotten to be with you. We never would have had Willow, we'd be forced to mentor the games until our lives were over. I don't want that for myself." I say.

"Okay." Is all he replies. I smile, kiss him quickly, and then pull his shirt off the rest of the way.

"We need to go somewhere." I say.

"Where?" He asks.

"Back to the party" I say, he looks at me like I'm insane. "Cressida was on the phone and said there's police there. Their gonna make everyone go home unless we come and talk to them. I can't ruin her night." I say.

"Okay." He nods.

***

The car ride there is short and quiet, we reach the destination. Paparazzi again take pictures of us screaming questions and shoving microphones in our faces. Are you two together? I sigh. Are there any plans for the future? Marriage more children? I look to Peeta but he shakes his head and continues into the building.

When Cressida sees us she gasps and rushes to us. "Play nice. Just tell them what happenrd." She warns, and guides us to the men.

"Hello, Katniss, Peeta." A tall dark skinned man says. He's handsome, a square jawline and broad shoulders. He's taller than me by a few inches. "My names officer Samson." He says. "I just need to ask you a few questions, is there anywhere we can go that's a little quieter and private?"  Samson asks Cressida.

"Follow me." She slurs before stumbling towards a door. She opens it and gestures inside, once we're in there we all sit down in the huge conference room.

"So can you tell me what happened earlier tonight?" Samson asks us.

"I had come to the party with someone else, and when we were dancing the man kissed me. Peeta got angry, and started punching the guy. They fought, I broke it up, and we went home. End of story." I say.

"Why did you come to the party tonight with someone else?" He asks me writing a few stray notes onto his note pad.

"Because he and I fought over something." I say vaguely.

"And what was that?" He asks. I glance at Peeta, he's tense beside me.

"Is this an interagation? Because if it is shouldn't I have a lawyer present?" I ask defensively.

"Why would you need a lawyer miss Everdeen? I'm just asking you questions on your relationship with Peeta Mellark." He says with a right expression.

"I believe that has nothing to do with the reason we are here." I say through gritted teeth. "And I demand you finish your questions and let us leave. Our personal lives are none of your business." I snap.

"Why were you and Peeta fighting?" He asks again with a deep rumble in his chest.

"Just a normal fight." I shrug. "Nothing a normal couple doesn't fight over."

"Was that normal fight over money? Kids? Or something deeper? More secretive?" He asks evilly.

"It was over money, okay?" I say half yelling half regularly speaking. A silence falls over us and I glance at Peeta.

"Are we done here?" He speaks up.

"Yes. We'll be in touch, here's my card if you ever want to ... confess anything?"

"I have nothing to hide." I snap before standing and pulling Peeta with me. We hide in the corner, and he hugs me close. His arms grazing over the bare skin of my exposed sides. "He's going to find out." I say as quietly as I can over the music.

"No he wont, we'll just go back home and never see him again." He says. "It'll all be okay, alright?"

"Come on Peeta, I killed someone." I say with a hushed tone.

"You'll be okay, I won't let anyone take you away from me. Okay?" He asks with a reassuring smile and nod.

"Alright." I kiss him slowly, winding my fingers through his blonde locks. His hands roam my back, and my waist, and then land on my backside. I break and lean my forehead into his shoulder. I chuckle and look up at him. "We should get going."

"Let's go talk to Jo, okay. And then we can go back to Cressida's" He says with that striking smile that I can't ever say no to.

"Alright."

***

I throw back my last drink, then chase it with my fifth shot. Johanna smirks at me, and hands me yet another drink. It's a deep red color, with crushed ice inside it. "Drink up girl on fire." She smiles.

I throw it back. "You seem to figure alcohol out pretty quickly." She teases.

"Yeah .... I drank a lot when Peeta was gone." I slur holding onto the counter for balance. I look around, and see Peeta coming towards me. "Hey baby..." I smile kissing him hard and fast. "Let's get out of here." I kiss his neck.

He carries me to the taxi, and I lay down on his lap and stare up at his beautiful facial features.

When we get home, he carries me upstairs and goes into the bathroom. I undress under the covers, and wait for him to come back. I toss all of my clothes on the floor next to my side of the bed. I lay there in my underwear and bra. The room spins as he comes inside, and looks at me bewildered.

"What are you doing?" He asks. I stand, and wrap my hands around his waist.

"I want you Peeta." I breath into his lips.

"No Katniss, your drunk."

"Please." I plead.

"Come on." He says pushing me into the bed, he goes into the bathroom coming back out with a bottle of sleep syrup.

He feeds me a spoonfull, and rubs a hand over my forehead. "I love you." He whispers.

"I ... I louve you too." I mutter before drifting off into a peaceful medicine induced sleep.

*****

Hey guys! this chapter is kinda boring & filler but I hope you enjoy it! How about that drunk Katniss?

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