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Angst, likely to be some for the next chapter or two although its all Wayne's fault … :O Slight swear word-y-ness :P And I'm really being harsh on Kate… (sighs)

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Mommy

The anger in his voice was frighten as he lurched forward and pulled the letter out of her hands so fiercely she was pulled forward slightly.

"Sawyer…" She began softly. "I found it and-."

"Thought you'd go sneaking around looking at it?" He hissed, crumpling the envelope in his grasp and pushing it down his shirt.

"No… I wasn't sneaking." She tried, looking nervously at his face, contorted with anger.

"Did I say you could read it?"

"No-."

"Then why did you?" He shouted. Kate wasn't one to get frightened, but since the Wayne incident she'd been more shaky than usual, and it scared her. She frowned gently, the dread building up inside her.

"I- I didn't know you didn't want me to-."

"What the hell gives you the right to read it?" He yelped, moving closer towards her.

"Nothing I'm sorry-." She stammered, pulling herself up from the sofa to stand a couple feet away.

"Jesus Kate!" He yelled, turning round and running his fingers through his hair.

"I'm sorry! I never knew I wasn't allowed to read pieces of damn paper I found at my boyfriends house!"

"Oh I'm your boyfriend now?" He shouted. "Now Tom's out the picture and you let me in your pants."

"Sawyer!" She barked, angry now. "Tom's like my brother! I told you, and its got nothing to do with last night…"

"Why did you read it!" He repeated his voice low and threatening, he moved closer to Kate in one swooping movement and took hold of her wrist.

"Let go." Kate said softly, trying not to show exactly how scared she was.

"Why?"

"Let go." She repeated, before pulling out of his grasp hard and stumbling backwards. Even in his rage he put an arm out to stop her falling, and pulled her back, although let her go instantly.

"Get out." He breathed, stretching out an arm and pointing to the door. Kate scowled and stared at him.

"Sawyer… I never meant to-."

"Yeah but you did!" He yelled again. "Get out."

"Sawyer!" She yelped. "It was an accident, why the hell are you so upset… you wrote that… didn't you?"

"Its non of yer damn business!" Kate tried in vain to put her hands on his arm to comfort him, but he brushed her off hard and she was left staring at him, her arm still hanging in mid hair.

"Get out!" He yelled, yanking at her wrists and pushing her out the living room.

"Ow!" She hissed. "Get off, I won't say anything, I never meant to read it!"

"But you did." He snapped, fumbling at the lock with one hand and pushing her hard out of the door. She only saw a glimpse of him before it shut hard in her face, but when she did she got the biggest shock of her life. There were tears in his eyes.

"Sawyer!" She shrieked, banging her fist against the door. "Open the damn door!" There was no sounds from within. She felt the first flakes of snow spiral out of the sky and land in her hair, as she brushed them away. This wasn't how things were meant to be. "Open up!" She yelled again, but there was no answer. What the hell was that? She put a fist to her temple and sat heavily down on the step. What the hell was that? Using all her strength she pushed her tears back and hammered harder on the door. "OPEN THE DOOR!" She screamed, shocking even herself at the sheer volume.

"Kate go home!" Sawyer yelled through the door, him too giving it a bang from the inside.

"Sawyer I'm sorry!" She called. "I never meant to!" He stopped talking after that and the hall light was flicked off, leaving Kate half fuming half desperately confused. Something inside her settled and she put her head in her hands, trying to stop herself kicking the door again. She felt so guilty! The tears in his eyes had shocked her to the core, and she felt slightly numb now. The fact that her mind was split into about twenty different personalities didn't help. It was her fault, it was his fault, he overreacted, she invaded his privacy, she'd made him cry, he'd left the letter around, which caused her to make him cry… god she was confused. She rested her chin on her knuckles and dug them in to distract herself, even though there was no chance of that actually happening. He'd never fought with her. Sure they'd had a few sharp words before they got together, but nothing like this. He acted like he hated her. God, she didn't blame him. That letter had been… he had written that letter, and from the childish handwriting she was guessing when he was eight or nine. He'd never talked to her about his parents, and made it clear he didn't want to, so she hadn't pressed…Oh god, what had she just done? She used her fist to wipe at her eyes, before tears had even formed and pushed herself up, starting off at a run towards the corner shop. Kate never comfort ate, but this seemed a great time to start. Half an hour later, her head resting against his front door as she played with the hem of her coat, she was sat in exactly the same position as before. "Open the door…" She groaned. She did it so quietly, she doubted he could hear her, but repeated it several times, until it turned into a meaningless string of babble. She felt slightly drunk, as the chocolate sat uncomfortably in her stomach, and the freezing air bit her face. There had been no movement from inside the house for the past half an hour, but Kate was determined not to give up. She'd convinced herself that her and Sawyer were never going to work out, but now something had actually gone wrong, especially after the night before last everything seemed to wrong. "Sawyer!" She repeated, slamming the back of her hand against the door, followed by the smack of her head.

"Kate, dammit go away!" He yelped from the other side.

"Then let me in! I'm sorry, I never knew the letter was personal."

"I'm not telling you again, get lost!"

"But Sawyer!" She shrieked, getting to her knees and pressing the palms of her hand against the door. "I love you!" There was still no reply, and she growled loudly and slammed her fist against the door. "Sawyer!" She put a fist to her head and banged hard again. She gave up and sank to the ground, tears of pure desperation rising as she brushed them away just as quick. Kate never cried. She picked herself up, giving the door one last kick, making a mental note not to take her aggression out on inanimate objects. Kate strode through the streets, her hands gripping the back of her neck. She was in no mood to go to Shannon's party right now, she just wanted to go home and sob her heart out in her pillow. She brought her phone out from her pocket and dialled Shan's number. It rang for a few moments, before she picked up, the music already beating in the background.

"Hey?" She called.

"Shan." Kate choked, forcing herself not to cry. "I can't come to your party."

"What?…. Why?"

"I've fucked it all up!" She choked. "Sawyer…"

"Kate, I can't hear you- why can't you come?"

"I just can't." She righted, tucking the hair behind her ears as the snow became slippery under her feet. She clicked the phone off as she cut off her best friend's line, and pocketed the phone again, using all her strength not to kick something else. Once she reached her house, she slammed her arm against the door as it creaked open. Wayne never locked the door, the selfish idiot. "Mom?" She called. "Mommy! I need to talk to you!" God, when had she last called her mommy? "Please?" There was no answer, and she made her way into the kitchen, deeply ashamed of the tears that seemed to appear on her face. She tried ringing Sawyer once again, but there was no reply, again. She took a seat on the table, and put her head in her hands. Kate was never sad. But this was something else… she loved Sawyer. And she'd just hurt him… There was something in the sink, glinting slightly in the moonlight. Vodka… she was so confused it just seemed like a good idea… she climbed down from the table top and took the freezing bottle into her hands. She tipped it up, swallowing a good deal before recoiling from the taste and dropping the bottle to the floor. Urgh… she wasn't gonna do that in a hurry, why the hell did Wayne drink it? It just tasted like gasoline or something…

"DON'T!" There was a scream from the corridor as Diane and Wayne toppled from the door. "PLEASE!"

"Mom?" Kate choked, stepping over the smashed bottle and tripping over to the hall. "Stop hurting her!" She called automatically, expecting Wayne to be gripping her or something, but she wasn't. Instead, Wayne was standing looking triumphant by the door, and Diane grabbing at his shirt.

"I'm not doin' anything, sweetheart." He snarled. Kate frowned, before realising what was wrong. He wasn't drunk… "Your mommy's got something to tell ya."

"Mom?"

"DON'T! Wayne please…" Diane sobbed, grabbing at his shirt.

"Mom, stop it…" She choked, pulling her back slightly, but missing completely and tumbling forward.

"She's got something to tell ya… somethin' important."

"DON'T!" She screamed, reaching a hand out to push Wayne backwards.

"Don't touch me, Di." He smirked, he lurched forward towards Kate and took her into his arms, spinning her round so his forearms were crossed over her chest. Her head was spinning so much, she just swayed.

"Mom whats happening?" She yelped, trying to move forward out of his grasp.

"Go on then, Di. Tell her!"

"Wayne… please!"

"I'm yer daddy." He spat.

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