"hey baby are you okay" haul asks me. "yeah, im fine" I lie. "I miss you" he says. Just the sound of his kind voice makes me tear up, "I miss you too". "I wanna be with you Haul. I don't like it here" I say. He chuckles, "I figured you wouldn't. but don't worry okay. It'll all be over soon. Your fighting for basil remember", "I remember". "I need you to stay strong for her, and for me. can you do that" he asks me. "I can try" I reply.

"what have you been working on in training" he asks. "battle axes, sword fighting, wrestling and rock climbing" I say. "wrestling huh, how'd that work out for ya" he asks. "bad, the boy from two thinks it's funny to beat on girls" I say. "he bruised my hip with his knee" I continue. "make sure you kill him first for me" he says. "I'll try. He's pretty strong though but guess what!", "what" he asks. "frent beat him in wrestling today" I giggle. "yeah he's a good kid. Isn't he the youngest this year" he asks, "mhmm" I reply.

"I really like him, I wish two could win. I just cant bare with the thought of him dying. I just.." I start to cry again. I think it's the hormones because I don't just start crying. "uggh I can never talk!" I complain wiping the tears away. "baby calm down. Just breathe for a second" he says in a calming voice. I do what he says and lay back down. "thanks." I whisper. "your welcome" he replies and I know he's smiling. I yawn, "go ahead and sleep, I'll talk to you tomorrow" he says. "alright. I love you Haul" I say. "I love you too" he says and hangs up.

I put the phone down on the dresser and lie on my right side. I imagine my life with Haul and I with our children.

I rub my large pregnant belly as I lie on the sofa. Haul walks over to me and kneels beside me smiling. a young boy, with brown hair and looks just like his father, runs over and jumps onto his back, "daddy" he says. "hey there Locke" Haul says hugging the little boy. He comes over and kisses my cheek, "hi mommy" he says. "hey baby" I say. And hug him.

Suddenly my pregnant belly is gone and a little girl runs up. "daddy! I picked you a flower!" she squeals showing him a rose. A rose! "basil throw that away now!" I shout. She begins to cry, "why" she asks. "throw it out!" I scream.

The door opens and snow walks in. the kids run to him and hug his legs, "don't worry kids, you wont need your mother anymore. She cant have you" he says. "give me my children" I order. "I wont give you what you want without an obstacle you have to overcome first." He says. "fine, tell me what I need to do" I say. "you win the Games" he says.

"that's impossible I cant do that!". He shrugs, "well then I'd guess you'd better say goodbye to your children and your lover. Because once you go in, you wont come back out unless in a wooden box" he says and leaves the house with my children. Haul fades away from me and everything melts away until im stuck lost in the darkness of oblivion.

I sit up and scream. I scream and scream. My door bursts open and Holden and Frent come running in. "what's the matter" holden asks me. "snow took them, he took them from me!" I cry. "who" he asks. "my children" I say and sob.

In the morning makeup is put on my neck to cover the hickeys. I leave my hair down and after we eat Frent and I head back to the training center. The boys immediately ask to go into the closet again and I go in one by one, district by district. Around noon Holden comes and frent and I eat. "you didn't go into the closet with any of those boys did you" he asks. I stare at him guiltily.

"uggh rye what did I say" he keeps his voice down. "I know im sorry, but… im doing this for basil. Not for them". I finish first and sit quietly on the floor.

When Frent finishes Holden sends him off and takes me to the side. "You're not going back in that closet do you understand me. You will stay out here and train. Those boys got what they wanted now it's over! You got that". "yes! Yes I got it stop yelling at me!" I say frowning.

"Go" he says and points to the gym. He takes the tray and leaves. I walk off and go back in the wrestling line. Frent has been teaching me the headlock he knows and I want to try it out. Sadly there are only four people in line and im behind Skene. I decided to come back later but as I turn to go he says, "where you going. Back to the closet" he asks. "no" I reply. "well can we go there", "no" I repeat. "why" he's starting to get upset. "because I need to train im not going back in that closet you got your turn already today" I say. "well I want another one" he says crossing his arms. "well you aren't getting another one" I say back quickly. He's angry now.

"next" the trainer says and before I know it he has my arm and has me pinned against the wall. My arm is above my head, the other trying to push him away. He takes me off then slams me again, yelling and cursing at me. He jams his knees between my legs and feels all over my body, with his pressed against mine. "you're going to give me what I want!" he shouts. I'm screaming and trying to get away. "no!" I cry. "get off!". "you're going to give it to me!". the trainer tries to pull him off of me but he pushes her away. She blows her whistle hard and other trainers come running.

They all pull him off of me. and I fall to the mat crying. Two trainers come over to me. "c'mon get up" they say pulling my arms to get me up. "no, no" I cry. They lay me back down. "someone call her mentor" a trainer says and a minute later Holden walks off the elevator. He sees me and runs and drops to his knees. "what happened", he asks. I am balled up holding my stomach where he did the most damage with his large, heavy hands.

Between my legs is hurting as well, "it hurts" I cry. "what hurts? What happened?" he asks. I don't answer, I keep crying and crying. He crushed my sides, and I hit my head on the mat. His knee roughly rubbed against me. it hurts all over.

Holden picks me up and carries me back to the elevator. He takes me to our floor and lays me down on the couch. "let me see Rye" he says trying to pull my shirt up a little. "no, it hurts" is all I say. "rye what hurts you have to tell me" he says in a whisper brushing my bangs back. I don't answer him. He gets up and rushes upstairs.

My stomach hurts so bad, I don't know what he did to me…but it hurts. Holden comes back downstrairs on the phone. "She won't tell me what's wrong" he says. "alright" he says. He clicks a button and holds it to my head, "your on speaker" Holden says a bit louder. "Rye" Haul says concerned. "what happened" he asks. "he hurt me again" I reply. "the boy from 2". "yes" I cry. "baby stop crying where'd he hurt you". "all over" .

"Let Holden see what's wrong baby okay" he says. Holden has me hold the phone and he slowly pull my shirt up to see my stomach. "Oh my god" he says under his breath. "Here let me see the phone" Holden says holding his hand out. I hand it over and he clicks the button again and holds it to his ear. "Her sides are red, and bruised and there's some blood. I think from fingernails I don't know" he says.

He stops to listen, "I think I can, I have to ask", he listens again, "I don't think so if we get her fixed up she'll be back to normal" he says. "..alright, ill ask, I'll call you when I get a response" he says and hangs up. He dials another number, and puts it to his ear. "uh I have a tribute who has been harmed during training" he says. I can almost hear the voice on the other line. "it was done by being attacked" he says and looks at me to see if he's right. I nod. He nods and listens. "Tribute Rye Hemlock from District 9" he says. "alright I'll bring her down" he says and hangs up.

"I'm going to take you to the infirmary" he says. "where's that" I ask. "below the training center" he says. He calls Haul and tells him yes then hangs up. He puts the phone down and scoops me up. I flinch, then wrap my arms around his neck. He takes me to the elevator and we go all the way down. The elevator door opens and he carries me into a room with people wearing light blue jackets. There are a few beds with curtains on each side. A woman comes over and tells Holden to put me on the first bed and to have me undress and put on a robe.

He looks uncomfortable. "It's okay, I don't mind" I say and he helps me out of my training clothes. He doesn't look at me either. The robe is put on me and I lie down. Three people come in, two women and a man. The man has a clipboard, "who attacked you" he asks. "the male tribute from district two" I answer. "do you know why" he asks, "he was mad at me", "for what". I swallow, how do I even say this. "he was upset because he wanted something that I had and I didn't give it to him" I answer. "what was it you had" he asks. Uggh! "he wanted…my body" I reply. The doctors all look shocked.

"have you and this tribute ever had any sexual encounters" he asks. "Yes" I reply. "have you and this tribute ever had any other type of relationships outside of training". "no, I don't know him" I reply and look away. That sounds really bad. I had sex with a boy I don't know. Uggh and the sluttiness continues.

"tell us what hurts" a doctor says and starts to gently press my head, then neck, then arms, then stomach and I shout. It's written down on paper. She continues lower to my legs, then feet, then between my legs and I whimper and flinch. "he sexually abused her" the woman announces and it's written down.

"how did he hurt you here" she gestures to my vagina. "he took his knee and just..jammed it, then rubbed it around" I say. "okay, I need to take a look" she says lifting my robe and separating my legs. She looks and asks me what hurts. It all does.

She then looks at my stomach, "oh my goodness he did this. Fighting first off is against the rules…but, this is unacceptable" she says. I'm not so much concerned with the outside of my body. Im concerned about my baby. What if he harmed her? I want to ask but, they really shouldn't know…but I say it anyway.

"is my baby okay" I ask in a soft voice. "What" they ask. "my baby" I put my hand on my stomach. Once again I've shocked them. "I found out about her two days ago" I say. Im not sure about the gender but I want to say her to remind me that it might be basil that im fighting for.

"I can check" the woman says.

It take about an hour or two for them to heal my bruises and cuts. Around two o clock I have to throw up. They give me a trashcan to spit into. "oh so you really are pregnant" she says. "yea" I reply.

"would you want us to perform an ultrasound. You wont really see anything if your only 2 days in" she says. "I don't care. I want to see" I say. she nods and sets up the equipment.

She puts a cold blu gel on my stomach and gets this stick thing and rubs it around my flat stomach. On the screen all I see is black and white. There is a gushing sound. I watch the screen eagerly. Suddenly she stops moving and another doctor points to a space and says, "see this little dot right here" he says. I nod, "yeah" I say. "that's the baby". For the first time today I smile then turn my head and look at Holden. "that's our baby Holden" I say happily.

He smiles at me and brushes my bangs back again. "you're the father" the woman asks. "no she didn't mean our as in me. she meant it as in her and my brother" he says. "oh, well congratulations" she says patting my shoulder. I look back at the screen and stare at the little dot. "Can you print the picture" Holden asks. "of course" the woman says and hits a button. The picture comes out of the machine and she hands it to me. I take it and look at it, tears rolling down. "I can send it to Haul for you" he says. I nod, "yes. I want him to see it" I say.

It's not much to look at but I stare at it for a long time. If I survive this, and somehow keep my child alive as well then I will be able to know if that surgery worked because I really don't know. But until then I will pretend it did.

I'm left in the infirmary until dinner so that I could rest which I don't see he reason off, as soon as they healed me with that voodoo capital medicine I felt fine.

Holden had to leave to go get frent, then he came back to get me and I was taken back up to our floor. Before anything I took a red market and put a circle around the baby and put and arrow that said, 'baby Basil'. I give it to holden and he takes care of it.

At dinner I eat silently. "are you okay" frent asks me. I look at him and nod, "im fine thanks" I reply. "I saw what happened, they kicked him out of training for the rest of the day" he says. "well, tomorrow is are the private sessions so I guess we're both going to score low. I barely got to train" I say. "you'll be alright" he assures. "thanks" I say again and go back to eating.

Lane has been very quiet today. Probably because we aren't doing anything to disgust her, or show bad manners. It doesn't matter tough, I enjoy this sudden silence.

"the private sessions start at ten tomorrow, when you finish well watch the scores then practice strategy. Frent you'll have me first and Rye you'll have Lane.", "okay" we both say at the same time then finish eating.

Afterwards I head to my room and get ready for bed. Holden comes in about a half hour later, "I send the picture to him, he should get it by tomorrow". "okay" I answer. I lie down and pull the covers up to my shoulders. I hate sleeping without Haul, I feel so alone and in danger. With him I feel so safe, but I will never be safe again, from now, or until I get back home…if I get back home.

I just know that Skene is the first I'm going after. Then the rest of the boys one by one, I need to lure them into my seductive trap. Then when they're gone I'll fight the girls regularly with Frent by my side. It should be easy; I know some of the tributes from district six and up will most likely be stupid enough to stay for the blood bath so a number of them will die on the first day. I just hope one of them isn't me.