The Purge (You and Lauren)

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March 11, 2016
8:38 p.m.

Flashback

"They're not gonna hurt you, right?"

Their guns were loud. Louder than the ones my dad and I were holding. I was waiting for one of them to shoot our house with a grenade launcher. We were standing by the staircase with our guns pointed to the door, and my mom by the back door with my baby brother in her stomach.

"They could never hurt me, y/n."

I slowly nodded, sadly knowing that we wouldn't be alive for long. Once they break down the door, that's the end for all of us. There was no way we could hold them off. My dad put his arm around my shoulder and wiped the tears that fell down my face.

"I want you to promise me something. Promise me that you'll take care of your mother, no matter how much she gets mad at you or how much you get mad at her. Promise you'll look after her and your baby brother."

"I promise. I cross my heart and hope to-"

The door got busted down by a man with a huge machine gun. We both knew it was over.

"Die!" The man yelled.

"Y/n, run!"

So I did.

I ran to my mom and told her we needed to leave. Once we were out the back door, I was going to go back for my dad. It was too late. I walked in and witnessed him getting shot up my the guy with the machine gun.

Before I knew it, I aimed the gun to his head and pulled the trigger.

End of Flashback

"Y/n!"

I snapped my head over to my left and seen my bestfriend next to me. Camila.

"Jesus, you ain't gotta yell."

I went outside on the balcony to have a smoke. I lived with my two best friends. Camila and Normani. They knew I liked to come out here and be away from everyone. Sometimes I'll listen to music when I smoke, but that's only when the 2 a.m. feelings hit me.

I moved in with them when I turned 18. After my mom and I left the house that night, we found a place where they keep families who lost their homes. I visit her and my brother as much as I can to show her I'm okay. I told Ally, my mother, that she needed to stay there with my baby brother Brendan. So she did. She found a guy named Troy while she was in there too, but he's a douche to me. I don't see him as a dad, I see him as a stranger. No one could take my fathers place.

"Well, I called your name three fucking times, what else do you expect me to do?" I shrugged and put the cigarette up to my mouth.

Before my lips could touch it, Camila snatched it from between my fingers.

"What the-"

"You know I don't like it when you smoke, y/n." She spoke calmly.

"Says the one who puff puff passes with Zayn and random chicks. Besides, it's not like I smoke a pack a day."

"Marijuana and tobacco are two different things you ass." Handing me back my cigarette. I put it between my lips and took in the smoke, letting it settle in my lungs, and then blew out the grayish cloud.

"Speaking of Zayn, are we going to his party still? If so, we all need to get dressed now before we miss all the shots and liquor."

I pulled out my phone and checked the time.