The Purge

Prologue

Slowly you moved through the apartment making your way to the kitchen where you knew your friends were up and eating breakfast. You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and ran your hands over your face before you made it to the kitchen.

Camila and Zayn were conversing quietly to each other, Ally was asleep on the couch with Normani. Liam was out with Harry and Louis, and Zendaya was at the warehouse working on some new inventions of hers.

You guys had all been friends since you were back in high school. Together the nine of you would go out every Purge night to rob small convenience stores and the mall sometimes. You didn't set out to kill anyone but if someone shot at you, you killed them. Innocent people on the street you would help out but most of the time you and the crew went about on your own business. Everyone knew not to mess with you guys yet every year a different crew from somewhere around New York would try to take you guys out.

You had learned to shoot a gun when you were eleven because your father thought you needed to protect yourself from the world. But in reality it was to protect yourself from him.

Your mother and father had gotten married when they were eighteen, only kids. You mother was pregnant with you when she was nineteen and when she turned twenty she had your brother Zayn. Everything was fine until the first ever annual Purge was announced. Your father got drunk out of his mind and got into a fight with your mother, she was pregnant and your father thought it wasn't his. They were screaming and yelling and you had crept down the stairs to see what the commotion was.

You were only ten years old at the time, Zayn was nine. Your father screamed and turned away from your mother to reach over the couch your eyes widened as you saw it was the same gun your father let you use at the shooting ranges. The countdown for the Purge was still ticking on the tv, one minute left.

Your father screamed again and your mother yelled back shoving your father backwards. Forty seconds left.

Your father stumbled and the fun glinted in the soft lamplight. You turned to see Zayn cowering at the top of the steps. He ran over to you and you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into your lap. Thirty seconds.

Your mother pushed your father again causing him to trip and slam backwards into the wall knocking over the dresser and the framed photo of your family. You had taken it after going to chop and pick your very own Christmas tree. You were only four and Zayn was three. You were on your fathers shoulders he was smiling widely and you were laughing. 10 seconds.

Your father pointed the gun at your mom. 5 seconds

The speech started and all you could see was your father pull the trigger and fall because of the blast, your mom crumpled to the floor.

"May God be with you all..." Zayn sobbed into your shirt and you had to pry him off you.

You scrambled down the stairs and stood behind your father as he dropped the gun and dove toward your mother. He scrambled away from her and turned to lock eyes with you.

"Y/N I-I-I'm s-sorry." He said but you grabbed the gun and pointed it at him. You saw his eyes grow dark and he stood up towering over you.

You could hear yelling and screaming from the streets, sounds of gunshots and people running.

"Wow look at you, all tough trying to stick up for your mommy now huh?" He was close to you know, you could smell the alcohol on his breathe.

Your father lunged and without a second thought you pulled the trigger.

You dropped the gun and packed up Zayn and yours stuff. You walked back downstairs to see your father and mother lying on the floor. You picked up the gun and shoved it into the waistband of your jeans before squatting down next to your mother.