So, here it is guys, my final chapter before my two week break... I am very happy with this chapter, and I hope you like it. There is a cliffhanger, and a big one, so have fun waiting for 2 weeks to find out what happens. Hey, I have my mocks - I deserve to torture you guys a little bit too! This one is dedicated to amberangel88, for spamming me with lovely reviews - thank you! Also, a big thanks to the people that voted for me in the REBEL awards, I have been selected as a finalist!
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The next morning, I wake up angry. Today is going to be a bad day, I can feel it. I don't know what it is; perhaps it's the fact that I've woken up four times already, and now – the fifth time – it's only just an acceptable time to get up. Peeta is not in bed, and now that I think about it, I didn't see him the last few times. I sigh as I pull my aching body upwards and swing me legs over the side of the bed. I look at my prominent belly full of boredom. I don't want to rush things, but I still have to wait 4-and-a-half weeks before my due date, and something tells me it will be late.
I look out of the window, not having the energy to get up. The skies are grey and defeated, with heavy rolling clouds tumbling through the air. I sit and think about everything that happened yesterday. I can't get my head around what Peeta said to gale… "We've all wanted to give up at least once, but we can't." All. Why did he say all? I know he knows about me, and I guess Rye's been pretty torn up for the majority of his life; Pip came and went and he was here with nobody… I can understand that. But why Peeta? Why and when has he wanted to end it, when was this time that it all became too much? Was it before or after I came back into his life?
I think about these things intensely for a long time and only stop when Peeta walks back and stops in the doorway. He looks concerned, and it's only then that I notice that I am violently digging my fingers into a pillow in frustration. He opens his mouth to say something but I speak up first.
"Was it true?" I ask, unable to control the speed of my words.
"Huh?" Peeta doesn't move from the doorway.
"What you said to Gale. Was it true?"
"Oh, you're still thinking about that…"
"Yes, Peeta, I am. I am still thinking about that because finding out that your boyfriend and future father of your child has wanted to…" I can't say the words, I look away from him and soften my voice, "…It's not something that you just forget."
"Yes. It was true. But, I really don't want to talk about that at the moment."
"No. We have to; you need to tell me."
"Oh, can you just drop it, Kat. I don't have the energy to fight today."
"I'm not asking for a fight!" I protest
"But you are, you always are!"
I look at him, upset by what he says. I want to fight against him, to argue, but he is right to an extent, and I'm not in the mood to keep up a battle either. He stays put, leaning on the door frame, the early morning light causing him to appear slightly silhouetted. He looks hurt, not physically – emotionally, but he also looks stronger than I've ever seen him. I wander if I should apologise, but my body and mind goes against that thought.
"What, exactly, is that supposed to mean?" my tone is harsh and cold. Peeta looks a bit shocked and bored of my choice of words.
"What?" he asks.
"I don't know, you tell me."
"Oh for god's sake Kat, why are you always like this?"
"Like what?"
"Like this. You change your mind and mood in a matter of seconds, you go from happy-go-lucky to miserable and tired. And you zone out; you can't stay focused."
"Well maybe I would stay focussed if I had a reason to. I don't know if you realised Peeta, but sometimes I can't help but not pay attention, because the truth is a violent and malicious thing."
"Yes, but it's something we all have to deal with!"
I stop when I notice that Peeta is physically shaking with anger. Not only that, but Micah is now standing behind him shyly. He looks tired, and a little annoyed. To be fair, we probably woke him, so he has reason to be.
"Micah, are you ok?" I ask, softening my voice. He nods shyly before walking closer to us, opening his body language a bit.
"Are you two fighting?" I look at him before looking at Peeta, suddenly feeling – for the first time in my life – like a parent. I think about lying to him but shut my mouth before I do.
"Yes…" I sigh "don't worry about it though, everything's fine – right, Peeta?" I hiss the last words, shooting Peeta a look. He sticks his jaw out to the side, leaving it crooked before exhaling.
"Yes. Fine"
Micah doesn't look convinced. He sits down next to me and swings his legs a bit. He looks as if he's considering whether or not to say something. He sits on his words for a while before finally speaking up.
"You know, I'm not stupid," he looks at me.
"Huh?"
"Pip used to argue with her boyfriends all the time. I know a fight when I see one. You two really shouldn't… I mean, I know it's not my business but…" He sighs after stumbling through various thoughts and words. "I guess what I'm trying to say is that, you two can fight if you want, but please wait until I go out to find Rye."
"Find Rye?"
"He probably got lost and fell asleep on the way home again, I'll get him"
For a few minutes as he leaves the room and the building, Peeta and I remain astonished. Peeta's jaw sticks out again as he looks up at the ceiling. He looks somewhat frustrated.
"How did we start fighting?" he asks; his voice now emotionless.
"I don't know" I admit, holding my head in my hands.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you about… well."
"I know, I shouldn't have asked. What you said, you said to Gale. I shouldn't have asked about it."
"Don't worry about it," he sighs as he puffs his cheeks out, "You didn't know"
"I'm sorry I ruined everything, Peeta."
"Ruined everything?"
"Yeah, I came into your life and managed to bring one-hundred-and-one problems with me. Sorry, I didn't mean to-" I am stopped by a crippling pain across my stomach.
The pain itself feels as if a belt is being buckled too tight across my belly, squishing my organs. It's so startling and unexpected that even when it stops, it renders me speechless. The pain is shortly followed by another one, this time the belt feels tighter. They continue to stop and start as Peeta rushes to my side and asks me what's wrong. I try and explain to him, but when I finally find my breath, I notice that my legs are wet, and it becomes very evident what is wrong.
Just over a month before I'm supposed to, I am going to have a baby.
Sorry not sorry! Aww, I'm gonna miss you guys... I will think of you whilst I fail my French exams and ace my drama ones! (hopefully) Love you all and see you in two weeks! Madcapscribbler x
