Love in the heart of the games

chapter 19

Cato's POV 

When I woke up I had a note on my pillow right next to my head. 

Cato, You mother sent me  an emergency phone call from a number that came as restricted. She told me to tell you to call her. She said its very important and you might want to know. -Enobaria 

I quickly picked up the phone next to my bed and called the number I hoped wasn't where she called from.  "Yes this is Granite Memorial Hospital, How may I help you today?" She said like she didn't know what could have happened. But I did, and I dreaded it terribly. "Yes is u-um is th-there a patient at your hospital n-named, Cally Steele?" I asked my voice shaking. I really hoped I was wrong. It would be the first time I hoped I was wrong. "Um yes, there is. May I ask your name?" She asked. "I-I'm Cato Steele." She didn't even seem phased when I told her who I was. "Are you a brother?" She asked. It was a stupid question. "Yes I am. Can you give me the phone number to her room?" I asked hopefully.  "Yes I can. It is 401960." She told me. "Thank you." I said writing it down. "Your welcome Mr. Steele,Have a nice day." She said and hung up.  

As soon as she did I picked up the phone up and dialed the number as fast as my fingers would tap the buttons. "Hello?" I recognized my mother's tear soaked voice. "Mom? It's me, Cato." I said slowly making sure she heard me through her sniffles.  "OH Cato! It was horrible! When I went to wake her up for school I found her with her wrists tied to a chair with both of them cut open along with the back of her ankles and I could tell she had been knocked out from chloroform becuase of the smell!" She started crying again and I did too. It is the first time I had ever cried since I was 5.  "I don't know who or why someone would do this to 12 year girl!?" She yelled. Then I hear the voice I was hoping to. "Mommy, Who is that?" A scratchy, tired girls voice asked. Cally.  "It's," She started crying again. "It's Cato hunny. Do you feel good enough to talk to him?" I heard her whisper a quiet 'yes'.  

"Cato?" She said. "Yea Cally?" I asked hearing the tears in my own voice. "Why are you crying. I'm alright just a bit banged up that's all. My ankles hurt a little though, But you will be going through a lot worse than  I am hear later today." She said. That's my Cally. I knew I had taught her well. but I knew she wasn't okay.  In 4th grade a girl kept calling her psycho because she was my sister. I guess her brother was the kid I sent to the hospital because I broke his arm in training. When I went to tell one of my friends something he took the sword I was using and wouldn't give it back...so I broke the wrist he had the sword in. Now he had no reason to have it. So, anyway the girl kept picking on her and called her prissy and stuff like that. Which she definantly wasn't. So she told me and I may or may not have shown her a couple things that we do in training. Well the next day she called her psycho again and she simply said with an evil smile, "You wanna see psycho? Watch this!" She then grabbed her wrist and broke it. The same thing I did to her brother. The girl then said, "You are such a psycho! Just like your demented brother! You sosiopath!" Then she went after the girl again but her best friend Kenyon grabbed her and told her it wasn't worth it. She was going to get expelled already. Don't want to get arrested.

I finally snapped out of my daze and said, "No, Cally, No you aren't. I can handle what they throw at me in the arena. Then when I get back  I will help you kick who ever's butt that did to you." I smiled when I heard the twinkling of her and my mother's laughter. It sounded like bells, music to my ears. 

Then I heard my door fly open and Chryslin came in with my outfit and told me I had ten minutes. Then breakfast.

Then the arena.