Skinny Love

Chapter 32

Chapter 32

-Katniss's POV-

As soon as we arrive to the penthouse, I stomp towards the closest bedroom. I slam the door and pull my hair, letting it flow out. "Katniss?" I hear Madge. "Leave me alone!" I scream and kick the door. She does and I lock the door. My rage builds up until I can't take it. I let out an ear piercing scream and pick up a vase, smashing it to the wall. "Katniss, let me in." Peeta commands, banging on the door. "Just, Just leave me alone!" I cry.

I fall to my knees and grip onto the carpet. Gale busts in with Peeta behind him. "Catnip, are you alright?" He asks, gently. I gape at him, rage builds up and I grit my teeth. "Gale, run." Peeta warns him. But he's frozen. I start screaming and Peeta yells, "Gale, Run!" I jump to my feet and stomp towards him. He backs up into a wall. I grab his collar and get in his face, "Am I alright? Are you insane? I am anything but alright! I'm going to die in that arena. I'm supposed to impress the sponsors, I can't do that! I am not good with people. I just wanted a baby. I got one and it died. Now I've gotten a second chance, and it's blown out of the way now!" I scream.

I calm down and a tear slips out of my eye. Gale looks shocked and frighten. I give him a sad look and apologize, "I'm sorry. Hormones just fire me up and, and." I gulp down the lump in my throat. Gale hugs me and mumbles, "It's alright catnip." I give him a nod of thanks then let go. I head to Peeta and stick my arms out. He understands what I want and scoops me up.

He sits down with me on the couch and whispers, "I'll protect you." Then kisses my bump, "Both of you." I suddenly feel hopeful. But then my hope drains when I think of something, "Peeta only one can win. I won't loose you. Also the baby. Won't she be counted as a tribute too?" I whimper. He purses his lips in a thin line in thought.

"Stop worrying honey. Everything will be alright." He decides. I just nod and snuggle in his chest. Haymitch comes in, "Tommorow is the tribute parade. You will be shown off. Peeta and you then Madge and Gale. Both in separate chariots." He then looks at me with a raised eyebrow.

"What's wrong sweetheart? Scared of death? Of lose?" He says, sarcasm dripping. How many people will tick me off today? "Of lose? I had plenty of that. I'm not a selfish drunken idiot like you. I'm scared of my baby's death, my boyfriends, my friends, hopeless children!" I yell. He rolls his eyes and take a shot. I growl low and snuggle into Peeta.

Finally, falling asleep.