Chapter two:

He woke up with a half undressed Katniss wrapped up in his arms. Haymitch sighted in relieve like every time he does when he finds her sleeping next to him in the morning. He lived in the constant fear that one morning she would be gone.

He walked down into the kitchen only to find the suitcase that reminded him of the trip they'd planned.

"Shit!", he whispered. "Sweetheart wake up! We need to go!", he called her, still not expecting an answer from her.

After a few minutes she joined him in the kitchen, fully dressed and obviously ready to go.

"Wow…I thought you didn't want to go? Why so prepared then?", he asked her, instantly regretting it because he always tried to ask his questions in a way that made it possible for her to answer with a nod or with shaking her head.

She shrugged and walked past him, grabbing two bottles and packing them into a small bag.

Looking at the alcohol in her hands he remembered the last night. Actually it was pieces of what might have happened last night that came to his mind. They were drunk, really drunk. She'd kissed him and he'd kissed her back. They'd stumbled up to his bedroom. He'd pushed her onto the bed and ripped off her shirt. After that something must have gone wrong. She'd tried to push him off of her and when he didn't stop himself she'd slapped him. She'd cried, lying right next to him. Later when she'd thought he was asleep she'd crawled over to him. That's all he could remember.

"Listen…I uh…", he hated apologies. "I didn't mean to push you…I kind of lost it last night. I don't know what happened. I'm…", his voice cracked and he looked everywhere but her, obviously trying to avoid her gaze.

She walked over to him. She cupped his face with her hands, forcing him to look at her. She just slightly shook her head with the ghost of a smile on her lips.

He understood. He always did. This wasn't the first time that he did something like this to her. But he would never mean to do these things. He would never try to hurt her.

When he went to the bathroom to get ready, he took a glance at the clock on the wall.

"OH FUCK!", he nearly screamed in surprise. Katniss came out of the living room.

Haymitch turned around to look at her. He started laughing. Katniss looked herself up and down, supposing he was laughing at her.

"Looks like we've got another day off from Effie's voice, huh?", he laughed. Katniss tried to hide a grin but failed.

This chapter is pretty short sorry for that... I'm on a practical training until Friday so I don't really got the time to do anything fun until then :/

BUT I'm going to see Mockingjay on Saturday (YAAAY) and I'll probably write another chapter after that. Who knows?

Please review, critical reviews are welcome too.