LUKES POV
"Hello!" I shriek into the phone hearing screams. The call ends and I hand it back to my mother walking back into my room to the guys playing FIFA.
"Who was that?" Ashton asks as they pause the game and face me.
"Sydney's dad." I reply staring at them.
"What did he want?" Michael questions.
"I don't know, he didn't quite answer. He was having some fight with Sydney and then talked about throat and knife or something, then I just heard screaming and crying, Pretty scary." I admit to the guys as their mouths drop open.
"We have to go!" Ashton screams.
"Why?" Michael asks.
"Last time I held a knife and we're screaming it wasn't for something good." he shouts throwing on his jacket.
"You don't think...?" but I answered my own question.
"Lets go!"
