Falling Apart

Chapter 47

Katherine's POV

"Are you sure you're fine?"

"Yes, it was just a dream. I just...I know it meant I can't pay him, Katherine." He sits up.

"Okay, well do you want some food? I always get hungry after bad dreams." I tell him.

"Yeah, sure. Pizza would be good I guess." He suggests with a kiss. I smile and walk around the room, on the phone. After ordering, I decide to call my aunt to tell her about the trip to Colorado.

"Hey! How's my girl?" She greets.

"I'm good, I'm good. The trip was pretty fun." I'll never tell her what really happened; I know she'd freak out and it wouldn't be good for anyone.

"That's good. Oh, wait honey. Someone's on the other line. Stay on the phone." She switches to the other line and I wait until she returns. When she does, her tone of voice is different. "Katherine?"

"Yes?"

"The hospital just called me, wondering if I had any idea of why you were on drugs yesterday." The moment she tells me, my heart speeds up. I always hated being told on as a child and right now it isn't any better. "What is that about, Katherine Willick?" She raises her voice.

My breath becomes shaky and I can't find the right words to say. Seconds go by and still nothing is said, but her ragged breathing on the other line speaks for itself. Caroline doesn't even know that I'm pregnant; how am I supposed to explain this?

"Katherine Willick, you tell me right now! Why are you doing drugs?"

"I'm not doing drugs, Caroline!" I find myself yelling.

"With that attitude, I know you are! Is this why you've barely called me lately? Because you're making these horrible life choices?" She questions. "I would've thought you had learned your lesson after being raped!"

I drop the phone is disbelief. Of all the people in my life, I never would have seen my aunt as the one to blow that up in my face, as if what happened was my fault. I look down at the phone while still hearing the murmur of her voice from the speaker. David watches me and moves towards me, whispering, "What's wrong?"

I just shake my head and pick the phone up, still not knowing what to do or say. "Don't you know what that poison does to your body?" Is the last sentence that I pick up from her speech before David takes the phone from me.

"She didn't take any damn drugs!" He yells into the small phone and finally my aunt is hushed. "It wasn't her fault. It...it was mine." He continues and I stop him before he can say more.

"David, stop it!" I whisper and take the phone. "It was not anyone's fault, okay?" I go back to attempting to calm the beast on the phone. "Why did the hospital even call you anyway?"

"You should be thankful that someone cares enough about you that they'd tell your legal guardian about what's happening with you. Katherine, what happened to you? You used to be the one to complain about the kids doing drugs."

"I didn't do drugs!" I can feel myself about to give in and tell her everything but I know I can't.

"Then what? The doctors lied to me?" She speculates. In some way, I wish she could take a look at me just to see what my life is really like. Some days I wish I could go out and have the chance to do drugs, but instead I'm pregnant and have to worry about my psychotic best friend or my boyfriend that was almost killed by my rapist. She just can't know these things.

"Katherine, you're coming home."

"What? No...no, I have school and---"

"You don't care about school if you're doing drugs." She plummets me even further and I sink. "Now, I'll have to see how I can get out of my position at the new school here, but I'll move back and you're coming home."