My hand shoots to Peetas wrist, looking for something to keep me from falling. I feel light headed and shock vibrates through me. "What the actual frick" I whisper-yell as I stare into the house. Someone has completely trashed the inside. Peeta looks just as shocked as I do as we slowly walk inside, swinging aside the large door, causing a eery creaking noise to shudder throughout the house.

We reluctantly take a few steps forward, casting aside the broken glass, books, and such with our boots. As soon as we turn into the living room, I regret it. Instantly I take a couple steps back as my breathing becomes rapid and harder and harder. What is she doing here?!?

"Peeta!!! Baby!" Delly shrieks before glancing my way, a look of disgust plastered over her face, "Katpiss" she spits out, as if its poison. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?!" I finally burst.

"Oh, um, redecorating? Why don't you ask Peeta" she says with a cheeky little smile. Oh how I would love to slap that grin right off her makeup layered face.

"What are you talking about??" I question. Ask Peeta, what does he have to do with any of this?

"Well who do you think asked me to do this? You're dad?" she says with an eye roll then a smirk.

"Peeta would never" I spit back at her, gripping onto Peetas arm.

"Wanna' bet?" she smirks and flashes her iPhone in front of my face, revealing a text from Peeta, asking her to come when we were gone and trash the place. Horror fils me as I read his words. I release the grip I had on his arm and stumble backwards. No. There's no way he could be responsible for this.

"Now what the Hell is going on?" Peeta asks and quickly reads the texts.

"Get out". I spit at Delly. Delly just shrugs and walks out while swaying her ass. Peeta doesn't move.

"You too!" I yell, tears threatening to spill over. "Kat, please listen, I had nothing to do with this!!" he pleads.

"Until I figure out this mess, GET OUT!"

walking forwards I push him backwards, shaking my figure in his face.

"I dont believe Delly. But I do need some time alone for a moment". I whisper before shutting the door in his face. As soon as I do I regret it. The house feels cold and lifeless without him. Bursting into tears I slide down the door, back into my world of lonliness.

About an hour later, I drag myself up from the floor, my cheeks stained with red, and begin to clean up this terrible mess.

"Katniss, KATNISS??!" someone suddenly yells in my ear. My eyes burst open and I see Jo and Annie standing before me. Wait, what's going on?

I lift my head from the kitchen table "What's going on?" I yawn.

"Well Jo and I were going to stop by, but you didn't answer the door, but it was unlocked so that wasn't a problem! Anyway, we came inside and you were asleep on the kitchen table with a bottle of cleaners.. we got really worried, but it turns out you were just sleeping!" Annie rambles on.

oh I must have fallen asleep while cleaning up.

"Anyway, what happened here?" they both ask. I quickly explain, and by the end of it, I'm in tears, Annie is trying to stop Johanna from going and hurting Peeta while she comforts me. My friends are just that amaze.

After Jo calms down we all finish cleaning up. "Thanks guys" I smile and hug them.

"No problem hun! Are you sure you don't want us to stay tonight?" Annie asks.

"Nah I will be fine" I smile. Honestly, I really just want to be alone with me tgoughts .

They wave by and start walking home. I drag myself up to my room and collapse onto my bed, letting the trust I had with Peeta shatter into a million pieces. I don't know where we stand now.

Pacing back and forwards in my room I try to figure out a way to convince Katniss of the truth. Why would Delly frame me like that?!? Yet again I call Katniss, and yet again she doesn't pick up.

I stay up the rest of the night, unable to sleep. I can't stop thinking about Katniss. She hates me right now. She thinks I told Delly to trash her house. Just the thought of that makes me sick. No matter what she Will see the truth. I can't stand much more of this. Because that's the thing about pain, it demands to be felt.