Falling Apart

Chapter 43

"Dance? Are you insane?" I laugh at the idea of me dancing in this long gown while wobbling from foot to foot. "David, I can't dance. And weren't we fighting like .2 seconds ago?"

"And .2 seconds later, we aren't. Come on."

He drags me to the dance floor and finally a song that isn't Christmas related comes on. It's slower and I'll admit it gets me in a dancing mood but I still don't know how to dance. "I'll teach you." David reads my thoughts and takes my hand.

I feel pale with everyone watching us still and I'm glad that these long, silk gloves are covering my frail arms. He places a hand on the back of my waist, pulling me to him until my swollen belly comes in contact with his hard body. I let out a gasp and David lays one hand on my shoulder with the other still gripping on my thick waist.

I pretend to know what I'm doing as I rest my hands on his shoulders. Everyone around us seems to join us as they line up around David and I to dance. The song that plays is something I've never heard before but it has quite an effect on me as David swoops me across the white floor.

Snow litters the grass around us from earlier and colorful lights shine on us from above. "You're beautiful." David whispers in my ear before dipping me down to the floor, as far as I can go. When I come back up I feel a bit faint, but recover quickly.

"You're bipolar." I roll my eyes and he laughs.

"That's probably true." I stare at his lips while he talks. His words are slower than usual and I think either the dancing or this song has a sleepy effect on us. Somehow even though I hate the control he has over me, I'm in love with the madness that comes with it all. I never thought I'd have someone to rely so heavily on, someone that wouldn't leave me like everyone else has.

We both have had our bad days, and we've both said things we don't mean. But I know he isn't going to leave me. And if he did, I'd lose myself. Somehow, knowing this, I'm in love with it...the madness.

David's POV

The next morning I have to take off Katherine's draped arms over me to get out of bed. I wash my face in the bathroom and take a quick shower until hearing a knock at the door. I hear it open and I peek my head out from the curtain only to see Katherine throwing up in the toilet.

"Christ..." I say under my breath and hurriedly turn off the water, wrapping the towel around me. I rush to her side and hold her hair back, rubbing up and down her leg. "You're going to be okay, baby." I try convincing the both of us, mostly me.

After she's done, she leans against the tub while sitting down on the floor. I open the door to let some of the steam from the small bathroom out. My eyes trail back to her when I see her move her hand over her stomach, and she clings back to the toilet.

"What..." I try asking but I'm too worried at the moment.

"I don't know." She speaks between gags until she's finally done again. I retrieve a small rag from under the sink and wet it with cold water before putting it against her head. She's already sweating this early in the morning and I'm still trying to think of anything from last night that could've caused this. I never know what's going on in her body while she's pregnant, but most of the time she convinces me everything is fine.

"Come out here, baby." I carry her small body as she still holds over her stomach. I take her back onto the bed and pat the cold ran along her neck.

"I hate my body." She cries and I watch this broken girl break down even further. She often hides her pain, always putting others before herself to mask what she's really feeling.