I know a lot of people are worried with how I am taking this story. I hope that everyone still reads this because it will make sense. There's just a lot of stress with what Katniss is dealing with with mrs. Mellark.

So here's the next chapter and I hope that it makes sense

Not pregnant. I look at the tiny negative sign on the test that helps me relax. 'I have nothing to worry about now. Theres nothing wrong with me'.

However, I still feel a small twinge of sadness. I was never pregnant. Why am I sad?

Oh well. I had also done some research and the test might still be wrong. It's been three days since Peeta and I had sex. Technically, me throwing up the next day isn't a symptom of pregnancy. Peeta had gotten sick later that day so it must have been what we ate the night before. Or the stress of dealing with mrs. Mellark.

Whatever the situation is, I'm not pregnant. At least... Not yet.

I quickly shove the test back into the box and put it in my pocket. I'm going to wait and throw this away in an area where no one can find it. The last thing I need is Peeta, Prim or God forbid my mother finding this.

I am supposed to meet Johanna for lunch today and give her all the 'juicy details' of everything that has happened with Peeta. I get to the restaurant before her so I go ahead and grab a table. I'm gazing over the menu, not really reading it, when I see it.

Mrs. Mellark. Here. With another man.

Romulus Thread. They seem to be doing professional work but I can see the slight touches, the glances at each other. She has known this man for a lot longer than a couple days. He is a big time lawyer but I don't ever remember a time where the Mellarks ever needed a lawyer.

I contemplate texting Peeta and asking what he knows about this, but I decide against it, knowing it would crush him if he found out that his mother isn't even faithful to her husband.

Just then Jo walks in.

"Sup bitch?" She greets me.

"Nothing much. Just got punched in the face by my boyfriends mother, ended up in the hospital and have had mind blowing sex since then. How about you?"

"Woah. Woah. Woah. Mabel Mellark punched you?" Johanna didn't even seem to hear that I finally had sex again.

"Actually, she hit me with a rolling pin, but she might as well have punched me." I reply.

Johanna tenses up in her seat. "That fucking old cunt. She can't get away with that, can she?"

"Peeta and I are taking care of it right now. I have a feeling things won't end so well for her." I smile. Jo gives me a curious look before smiling as well.

"Bitch is gonna get what she deserves."

Peeta and his brothers had a meeting with Haymitch today. I was asked to go by Peeta, but I declined saying that it was between his brothers and Haymitch, not me. Now I wish I had gone because I'm doing nothing but sitting around my apartment.

There's a knock on the door, so wrap my arms around my chest since I didn't even put on a bra yet. I open the door and I'm met with blue eyes. Ice cold blue eyes.

"You little fucking bitch" Mrs. Mellark screams at me. "You actually think you're going to win a law suit against me? You piece of seam trash? They won't listen to a word you say because they don't trust your kind."

"Well then, maybe they will listen to three blonde haired, blue eyed boys huh? They apparently aren't my kind?" I shoot back.

Her nostrils flare and she looks about ready to choke me so I just close the door on her. She starts screaming profanities through the door.

If I didn't hate her so much already, that just made it a little worse. I hate snooty people.

Later that night when Peeta gets home, he tells me about the meeting with Haymitch.

"He told me that we should gather evidence and take pictures of our scars and if we have any recent bruising caused by her. I figure that will be easy since I have about ten scars on my back alone. And a story to go with each and every one of them."

I go over to him and hug him. I pull of his shirt and kiss every scar on his back. When we are facing each other again, I see the lust and desire in Peetas eyes. I kiss his forehead, his cheek, his nose, and finally his lips. He wraps his large hand around my waist and lifts me up to that my legs are wrapped around his torso. He deepens the kiss, and starts making his way towards the bedroom. Just as he lays me gently on the bed, his phone begins ringing.

Hey guys! Suffering some major writers block with school and jobs and other activities. Please be patient and keep reading!

As always please rate and review.

I also hope I cleared the whole pregnancy thing. I knew it was impossible for the whole fertilization and sickness etc. to happen so quickly. I'm trying to show exactly how stressed she is so she is not thinking clearly. She isn't that naive.

Thanks for reading!

Goodnight Lovelies!

~Ashleigh