I got up early because I wanted to go to the bakery with Dad and I hoped he would let me. It was summer after all so I wouldn't have to worry about school. I quickly got dressed in a pair of faded blue jeans and a white t-shirt then pulled my long brown hair into a braid mimicking my mother's. I walked out and found Dad pulling on his shoes.

"Hey Dad," I said walking over to him.

He looked up and smiled. "Well good morning Sunshine, what are you doing up so early?" He asked standing up.

"I wanted to spend time with you," I admitted. My Dad was my favorite person in the world, we got along so well. "Can I go to the bakery with you?"

Dad smiled and kissed my forehead. "Sure," He said opening the door moving out of the way so I could go through. "Come on."

I smiled as I followed him down the street. Normal fifteen year old girls would want to go out and hang with their friends on summer days but I was always with my dad, people around town often called me his little shadow because everywhere he was, I was sure to be close by. I loved hanging out with him, he seemed to understand everything and listened to all of my stupid stories. We walked into the bakery and I flipped the closed sign to open and turned on music.

We walked to the back and began making loaves of bread and cookies. I began kneeding the dough as Dad worked on icing the cakes. It was quiet for a while until Dad spoke up.

"So Hailey," He said still filling the bag with icing. "On such a nice summer day where you can go hang out with your friends, are you willingly stuck here in the bakery with your old man?" He asked with a grin looking over at me with the corner of his eye.

"You're not old, Dad." I said over my shoulder.

"Sure I am!" He said. "I'm thirty-five!"

"That's not old." I said cocking my hip to the side. "It's... like a banana, if it's too young- like me it's green but if it's at the right age it's nice and yellow and ready to be eaten, like you. So no, you're not old." I said.

Dad laughed. "Nice analogy, Sweetie."

I smiled proudly. "I know," I said as the door rang signalling a customer walked in. "I'll go help the customer." I said as Dad nodded and went back to icing the cake and I walked to the front seeing a very cute boy standing there with another man who looked exactly like him. They both had bronze colored hair, sea green eyes and tan skin. The older one was much taller and more muscular then the younger one. The only word I could think of to describe the two were that they were gorgeous and stunning. "Hi, how can I help you?" I manage to squeek out as I look at the younger one who looks to be about sixteen.

"This is the Mellark bakery isn't it?" the older one asked.

I nod. "Yes Sir."

"Is Peeta here?" He asked.

"He's in the back," I said. "I'll go get him." I spun around quickly. "Hey Dad, someone here wants you."

Dad looks up and nods wiping his forehead and somehow manages to swipe blue food coloring across his forehead. I laugh inwardly as I follow him up front. "Finnick?"

My mind swirls. 'I've heard that name before.' I think as I stand beside my father watching the two gorgeous men. The older one smiles and holds his hand out to Dad.

"How's it going, Lover Boy?" He asked with a grin on his face.

Dad shakes his hand graciously. "Great! How are you and Annie?"

"Same," He says. I lean against the counter suddenly cursing myself for not looking better, the boy was really cute and I looked like a mess covered in flour and my hair a mess and no make up on. "Is this your daughter?"

Dad smiles and wraps his arm around my shoulder. "Yep this is Hailey Prim Mellark."

I felt my cheeks grow red as I elbow him slightly in the ribs. "Dad..." I say under my breath as I look up at him pleading him to not embarrass me.

"This is my son, Finnick Odair the second."

'Finnick Odair.' I think. 'Now I know that name. He was a Hunger Games winner... I forget which year...' I look up and see Finnick 2 staring at me, I offer a small smile.

"It's just Finn," He corrects. "that way people don't get me and my dad confused."

Dad laughs. "Fair enough," He then looks up at Finnick. "So what brings you to District Twelve?"

"Eh vacation." Finnick says with a shrug. "Annie is already at your house with Katniss and your boy."

I cringe at the mention of my little brother. Hating each other was an understatement. We could barely be in the same room for more then ten minutes without beating each other up.

"Good," He smiled. "Hailey you can go with them to the house, I'll be there around dinner time."

I looked over at him and shook my head. "No, I'll stay here and help you. Plus I'm sure Finnick doesn't need an escort."

Finnick laughed. "I like your kid, Peeta." He said I smiled as he held out something to me, I rose an eyebrow and held out my hand for him to drop a sugarcube in my palm. "Like sugar, Kid?"

"Aren't these for horses?" I ask as Finnick pops one in his mouth.

"They're good though." He says with somewhat of a purr. I raise my eyebrow at him briefly wondering if he spiked it, but then thought against it. Obviously he and my dad knew each other so I figured I could trust him and popped it in my mouth. It was surprisingly good.

"Mmm," I say. "They are good."

Finnick grins and turns. "Told you," He smirked. "Well we'll see you for dinner then?"

Dad nods. "Sure thing, Finnick." The two turned, waved then left. I turned to Dad.

"Okay," I said crossing my arms over my chest. "Who were they?"

"Your mom and I knew them a long time ago," He said picking up a huge bag of flour with ease and hiked it up to his shoulder. "Finnick and Annie are old friends."

I looked up at him and rose an eyebrow. "Ah." I followed him to the back and picked up a tray of cookies. "I'm going to stock the display cases." I said leaving him to the back and began stacking the cookies in the display case carefully when I heard a crash, I set the trays down and listened hearing another crash. "Dad?"

No response. I wiped my hands on my apron and walked to the back where I found Dad standing over the counter gripping the sides so tightly his knuckles were turning white. "Dad?"

"Hailey. Leave." He said dangerously. I knew Dad had terrible visions but he hadn't had one since I was about ten and he tried to kill Mom calling her a mutt.

"Dad? Are you okay?" I asked cautiously walking towards him but kept enough distance incase he was having an episode. He refused to look up as his grip on the table tightened.

"Hailey. LEAVE NOW!" He yelled shooting a look up, his normal blue eyes were black. I panicked as he flew across the few feet between us and grabbed me by my throat. "Katniss... you mutt!" He exclaimed.

I whimpered. "Dad! It's me Hailey!" I pleaded gripping his hands trying to pry them off of me. "I'm not Katniss!"

"Don't lie to me!" His growled pinning me against the wall. I had never been afraid of my father, he was always so calm and sweet but now I was terrified. "I'll kill you, Katniss."

'Why does he think I'm Mom?' I thought as I whimpered at his grip. Then I saw my braid and the fact that I was the spitting image of my mother minus my blue eyes.

"Daddy!" I pleaded feeling my knees weaken. "Please let go. It's your baby girl! I'm Hailey Prim Mellark, not Katniss Everdeen." I had to think of something to get him to snap out of it. I needed Uncle Haymitch but he was probably passed out in his house and Mom and Cinna were at home.

Dad's grip lessened slightly. "I was taken hostage by the Capitol, real or not real?" He asked. I stared at him confused but then remembered. I had seen the book Dad and Mom made when they were kids it showed everything they had endured although neither of them knew I had seen it.

"Real." I squeek out.

"Katniss tried to kill me. Real or not real?"

"Not real." I said. "You married Katniss and you have two kids. You have a fifteen year old daughter and a twelve year old son."

"I would never marry that mutt!" He growled.

"Peeta," I said. It was so foreign to call my father by his first name, or any other name then 'Dad'. "Katniss is not a mutt, you were hijacked when you were taken to the Capitol. Your memories are all jumbled up. You've loved Katniss since you were five years old, you went to the Hunger Games and she helped you survive. You both lived because you threatened suicide by nightlock berries." I said as Dad's grip loosened more.

He looks at me, his eyes are still black but I can see they are returning to normal. "You are my daughter. Real or not real?"

"Real." I said feeling my heart beating loudly against my chest. He drops his hands from my neck and backs away. I see the normal blue color back in his eyes. I sigh of relief. He turns away from me with his head in his hand.

"I..I'm so sorry, Hailey." He said.

I crumple to the ground almost afraid to go near him but get to my feet anyway. "It's not your fault, Dad." I said walking towards him.

"Did I hurt you?" He asked quietly.

I shook my head. "It's not that bad." I say even though my throat is currently on fire.

Dad turns around and looks me straight in the eye then he looks at my neck which is red. He looks like he's about to cry. "Hailey..."

I shake my head and rush to him hugging him around the chest tightly. "It's okay, Dad. I still love you and you're still my hero." I said honestly.