The Purge ➵ a.i

2

Annalise

7:23 p.m.

I lock my phone and look up at the cameras. Someone is running outside. He has a machete in his hand and a mask on. He comes up our house and then runs a different direction.

That was weird. I laid back down on my bed and started texting my best friend, Michael.

Me// Hey, dick bag.

Michael// How r u holding up?

Me// I could be better. Talk properly.

Michael// ew nvr

Me// Your typing is so annoying.

Michael// thx bb

Me// Don't call me that.

My dad yells for me.

Michael// ill call u w.e i want

Me// I got to go, my dad needs me.

Michael// bye ugly

I lock my phone and walk into my dads room. "What now?" I ask. "There two men outside our door," he says, pointing to the camera.

I look at it. One of them pulls off his mask. He starts talking. "Dad, turn the volume up," I say. He does and we both look up at the screen.

"Andrew Hemmings, we both know you're in there. We want you out here now. Or else I'll find a way to get in. Your shitty security system won't work for us," he says smiling.

I look at my dad. He nods. "You can't go out there," I say. "I have to. If I don't, we'll both be killed and he'll probably go and find Luke," my dad says. I start crying. "It'll be fine, Luke will be back to protect you," my dad says.

My dad leaves the room and I can hear him walking down the steps. "Unlock in," I hear my dad say. I'm shaking now, but I slowly punch in the four numbers and I unlock it for him to go out.

Tears were blocking my view. I wipe them away and lock the house back up. I look at the cameras and the men without the mask is holding up his gun to my dads head. "Any final words to your daughter, Mr. Hemmings?" He asks. My dad's face is red, he's crying.

"Anna, don't let anyone in. Be safe. Luke will be back to protect you," my dad says. I wipe my new tears away, but it isn't helping. "Goodbye, Mr. Hemmings," the man says, then shoots him in the head.

I run to the bed and lay on it, hiding my face in the pillow. Luke has his phone with him. I sit up and pull out my phone to call him.

It rings once, then he answers.

"Hello?" Luke says on the other line. "He's dead," I say, still crying. "What?" Luke asks. "He's dead," I repeat. "Who?" He asks. "Dad. Dad's dead," I say. "I'll be home soon, Anna. I'll be home soon," he says, I could hear his voice is shaky. The line ends.