The Purge

Open the door

1:00 p.m. 11 hours to go.

Each and every hour the boys rotated watching the door to make sure no one got in. It was Rays turn. He had a chair, some chips, and his gun with him. The rest of the boys were in the living room watching the news trying to keep up to date with how many people have been killed. So far, 20 people in the city of Atlanta. Three of them were children. Trying to get home but didn't make it in time. Someone that hated their parents decided to make the parents suffer by killing the children. Craig looked saddened. He couldn't imagine what he would do if someone killed his child.

"Man, that's just fucked up.." Craig said getting up away from the tv. "That person didn't had to take those children's lives. They didn't even get the chance to live yet." He said getting angry.

"Come on man. Just calm down" Chres said trying to comfort him. This continued on for the next few hours.

3:00 p.m. 9 hours to go.

It was now Jacobs turn to watch the door. The rest of the boys were still watching the news. The death toll: 30 people. Jacob had only been watching the door for 20 minutes, and he was already growing antsy.

"Guuyyyss, I'm bored!" He whined.

"Nigga if you don't watch the damn door!" Craig yelled from the kitchen.

"Would you rather be bored and alive, or entertained and dead?" Chres asked.

"Bored and alive" Jacob mumbled and he continued to watch the door.

A few more minutes passed and there was a knock at the door.

"Don't you dare open that door, Jake." Ray said.

"You know the rule."

"But what if its-" He hesitated

"AHH I don't care who it is! Don't. Open. That. Door." Craig said in a demanding tone.

"Ja- Jacob" someone cried on the other side of the door. It sounded like his best friend, Justice.

"Guys, I think it's Justice.." Jacob said.

"Jacob, no." Craig said one final time.

"Jacob, please open the door. Please." The voice said. Jacob didn't care what Craig said. That was his best friend. He started to unlock the door.

"Jake, stop!" Chres said.

"I don't care! She sounds like she's crying." Jacob said while opening the door all the way.

When he looked outside, it wasn't who he suspected. It wasn't his best friend justice, but his worst enemy, Cary. (Y'all remember that stupid nigga? Lol)

"Well hello there, Jacob." Cary said with am evil smile. He had a gun behind his back. Jacob didn't own a gun, only Chres and Ray did.

"Now we can do this the easy way, or the hard way. The choice is yours. Jacob didn't have anything to defend himself with, so he started to walk out the house. He was scared out of his mind.

"Now, your going to give me this dick, like a good boy, right?" Cary said into Jacob's ear. Jacob nodded, not knowing what to do.

Before they could get far enough from the house. A shot rang in the air. They both turned around and Ray aimed his gun and took a shot. Bam. Ray aiming wasn't so good, so he accidentally shot Jacob I'm the arm, instead of Cary.

"SHIT!" Jacob screamed as he held onto his arm. Ray can closer to the door and shot again. He missed Cary again, but also missed Jacob.

"Nigga give me the gun!" Chres yelled. Ray gave him the gun and he fired two shot. Bullseye. Right in the middle of Cary's chest.

As he laid there with a puddle of blood forming around him, the boys ran outside to help Jacob back into the house.

"Fuck!" Jacob screamed. Craig accidentally grabbed his wounded arm.

"Shit. I'm sorry." Craig said.

"Come one. I'll get this cleaned up." Chres said as he helped Jacob up. He's been shot before, so he knows how to clean it and stop the bleeding till they can get to the hospital.

"Damn Ray." Jacob hissed through his teeth as Chres cleaned his wound.

"I'm sorry man." Ray said as he looked at the ground. "I guess I need to practice my shooting." He joked.

"You think?!" Jacob said as he tried to smile through the pain. After Chres was done cleaning Jacob's wound. He went to go lay on the couch and tried not move his arm so much.

The day continues on.