Peeta sat with his back pressed into the bathroom door, his left foot propped up against the cabinet in front of him. He had his eyes squeezed shut, trying desperately to block out the shouting and pounding coming from the other side of the door. He had locked it as he'd rushed inside, but she'd still managed to break in a time or two in the past.
The chiming of his phone had his eyes flying open. He glanced at it, letting out a soft sigh when he saw the message that had come in.
'What're you doing, handsome?'
Peeta licked his lips, fingers trembling as he typed out a response. It proved to be difficult by the way his body jerked forward with every powerful thump on the bathroom door.
'She's drunk again.'
He stared at the phone, desperate for an answer. It didn't take long for one to come.
'Are you okay?'
Peeta closed his eyes again. He swallowed thickly, wishing for the entire world that his lifeline wasn't on the other end of the phone.
'Locked in the bathroom…' He hit send, not hesitating to tap out the next message. 'I need you.'
The phone went off again, only this time alerting him that he had an incoming call.
"Katniss." Peeta couldn't bring the usual arrogant inflection to his voice.
"You have me." Katniss' voice held all the strength he couldn't muster.
Feedback is always appreciated!
A/N: This was just a brief (very brief) glimpse into Peeta's side of things. Might continue this down the road.
Also, wanted to apologize for not updating 'Paradise City' lately. It's a combination of being stuck in Ch.8 and my last semester of school coming to an end. I now have three weeks left in the semester, in which I have to write two papers and take finals. Then I graduate. I also have a lot of holiday obligations to focus on (exchanges and such). Once all of this is out of the way, I will definitely have a lot more free time to focus on fanfic. Paradise City (hopefully) will be updated within the next month or so.