LUKE'S P.O.V
I woke up slowly to see Kate in her leather jacket and jeans, standing did still a foot or two from the bed with a phone to her ear.
Her fists clenched and teeth gritted.
The phone flew across the room and smashed through the window.
"Kate?!?..."
She ripped 2 shotguns, 2 pistols and a rifle from the cupboard, loading them as she stormed out.
I jumped to my feet and sprinted down the stairs after her.
"Kate," Ashton stopped her "what's wrong-"
Ashton was slammed into the wall with such force the plaster caved in.
My eyes widened, Michael and Calum backing out of the way as she kicked the door, going down to her car.
She shoved her guns in the front seat and slammed the, stepping into the drivers seat, turning the car on.
I opened the passenger door.
"Kate. Tell me what's wrong."
She held a pistol up at me, her hand on the trigger.
"Close. The. Fucking. Door."
I took a soft step back and closed the door, but she sped off before I could entirely.
I watched her drive away.. She didn't look back. Not once.
Not now.. Had I realised that I hadn't said goodbye.
