Chap10

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"Prim!" I scream. "Prim, where the hell did you go?" I'm worried. Bombs are dropping out of the sky, and I can't find my little sister.

"Gale." I say into the little radio I'm carrying."I can't find Prim anywhere. I'm worried about her."

"Catnip, she's fine; I'm sure."

I quietly ask. "How's Peeta doing?"

He grunts. "Hmm. He's fine."

I sense somehow that that was the question that Gale hated answering the most.

"Catnip, get back. You've got Capitols all around you and I'm about to drop a fleet on them."

So I get back as the bombs fill the air. Then I hear screaming. "Katniss! Help!" I recognize the screams as Prims'.

"Prim, I'm coming!" I say this, but this is a dream that was once reality. I already know that when I reach her she'll be dead, but nevertheless, I try to find her.

When I find her, as I knew already, she is dead. "Prim!" I cry.

Then something happens that I don't expect. Gale comes on the line. I can't exactly make out what he's saying, but I think it's about Prim.

"Oh, God, Prim! No!" I scream. Peeta is staring at me, but I don't care.

"Oh my God. Peeta, he killed her. That's why I hate him so much." It hit me so suddenly, but I'm sure of it now. "All of that unresolved conflict, that was because he killed her!"

He looks confused. "Who killed who, Katniss?"

I stare at him with sadness. "Gale. Killed. Prim." I say through my teeth. And then I'm sobbing. "He was the one who dropped the bomb that killed her. How did I not know until now?"

He starts to cry. "I'm so sorry Katniss. I knew there was something, but I didn't realize. It's all my fault. If I hadn't been so out of it, maybe she'd still be alive."

I stare at him. "There is no way that you could've prevented it. It was all Gale."

He looks at the clock. "Well, I can make you breakfast, if you want." So I nod, and he walks downstairs.

I have my second appointment today at ten thirty. Time has been flying by. Gale hasn't entered my mind in weeks. But I've heard that when you suppress anger, it tends to bottle up inside you until you can let it out.

I get out of bed and look in the mirror. I am exactly two and a half months pregnant. You can only tell a little, but I'm definitely pregnant. Peeta can't tell, but I can. My clothes are a little tighter; my stomach has a slight prominence right between my hips. If I turn just the right way, Peeta can see it too. Then he always kisses my stomach and tells us how much he loves us. I smile, because I love us too.

I abruptly feel very uneven. I tremble and have to catch myself to keep from falling. "Peeta!" I yell.

By the time he makes it to me, I'm half asleep on our bed.

He laughs. "Katniss, I thought you wanted breakfast."

My eyes fly open. I jump up and run past him into the bathroom. I hear him following me, because he knows what's coming next. He pulls back my hair and I throw up loudly into the toilet.

He rubs my back. "Sounds like it's getting worse." He says quietly.

"Well, you wouldn't know, would you? You're not the one who got knocked up at eighteen, are you?" I snap.

He looks hurt. Oh my god, Peeta, I am so sorry! I didn't mean it, I swear! I'm just moody and pregnant and… and… and…" I start to sob frantically and I reach to hug him. "Peeta, I am so, so, so, so sorry!"

He holds me and rubs my back. "It's fine, babe. I promise, it doesn't matter that at first they hurt. What matters is that I know how terrible you feel when you yell at me. I don't like you feeling that way. I'm fine, baby, stop crying."

I look at him. "Real or Not Real? You want my baby?" I ask.

He smiles. "Real." Then he picks me up and kisses me and we run downstairs.

He makes me a breakfast that at first doesn't look appetizing, but I'm so hungry I eat it anyway. It consists of eggs, fresh fruit, little cinnamon buns, and tiny biscuits and gravy. Then a smoothie is presented to me. It looks good, so I drink it. But once the contents hit my stomach, I feel like I'll throw up. But I drink the juice Peeta brought to me slowly, and it calms my stomach.

It's nine thirty now, so we have an hour until my appointment. He picks out my outfit again. This time it's a short leather skirt and I white top that's see through and low cut. It looks nice on me. Makes my bump not necessarily noticeable, but there.

Peeta goes downstairs to clean up while I dress. When I'm dressed, I decide to pop open all the buttons on my shirt. This way you can see the lacy white bra that I'm wearing.

I make my way downstairs. The minute Peeta sees me, his eyes pop open and his jaw drops.

"God, you look sexy, Katniss!"He grins excitedly. "Would I maybe get to see what's under that shirt?"

I sigh. "Everyone in district 12 can see what's under this shirt." I say with a smile.

"Come on, let's go." I say. We get in the car and drive to Everdeen Memorial; and the whole time I'm thinking of my mother and Prim and the dream I had last night that opened my eyes to what Gale Hawthorne really is to me.

A sister murderer.

AN: I'm so sorry about the short chapter guys! But I needed to leave you here! Sorry! Mwahhahahaha! I'm evil!