Jordan Mitchell, a thirty five year old participating in the annual Purge in Detroit, Michigan in 2009. The Purge, an event during which all crime is legalized for twelve hours.
Jordan is one of the best Purgers out there, causing her to be the one...
(Friday, March, 20th, 2009 - One day till the annual purge)
It's been two days since the whole situation with Marshall, and he's been ignoring all my calls. Exactly what I expected too. The purge starts tomorrow at seven pm, and he just doesn't answer any of my texts I've sent him regarding it. If he gets himself killed it's not my fault.
Throughout these two days I've used Tuba as my personal therapist. She understands the fact that I've been hurt way too many times, but then again if I didn't want it to go that far I should've stopped it early on, and it wouldn't have been so awkward.
As I'm driving on my way back home from work my phone starts ringing. I keep my eyes on the road, and press the answer button putting it on speaker, not looking at who's calling.
"Hello?" I said while keeping my eyes on the road.
"Hey, Jordan" Marshall said, and I kept quiet for a couple of seconds.
I wasn't expecting him to call back.
"So, now you call back..?" I ask.
"Listen I'm sorry, where are you right now? I wanna see you in person" Marshall said.
"Just meet me at my house" I said, and we hung up.
Marshall, and I lived pretty close so he'd probably be here quickly. I pulled up in my driveway, and sat in the car for a couple seconds. I took off my seatbelt after thinking, and got out of my car. While walking to the door I pulled my fingers through my hair fixing it up, on the topic of my hair I need to wash it so it's natural again, and not straight.
"Home sweet fucking home" I smiled as I walked into the house.
I'm so happy I'm off for the weekend, thank god for the purge.
I took of my black boots, and I heard a honk outside. Marshall's here I bet. Today I'm wearing black loose shirt, black skinny jeans, black boots, a green flannel, and a necklace around my neck. I adjusted my outfit before opening the door.
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
"Hi.." I said as Marshall approached my front door.
"Listen, I'm sorry for not answering any of your calls or texts" Marshall said, and I let him inside of the house.
"Yup" I mumbled. "I'm sorry too. For almost making a mistake the other night" I said.
"Really?" Marshall said.
"Yep, I don't know if you know Marshall, but I've been hurt way too many times to do this type of stuff, especially this early on" I said honestly, then Marshall looked at me up, and down.
"Don't flip this on me now, this is the way you made it seem you wanted it to go. Especially with all the flirting" Marshall said.
"What flirting have I been doing? It seems like you've been doing it all" I say, and cross my arms across my chest. "You know what don't, I don't have the time for this. The purge starts tomorrow at seven pm be here at one, thank you" I said, and huffed afterwards.
Right when I thought Marshall was gonna leave out my front door he cupped my face, and kissed my lips, which I didn't bother to stop him.
"You're sexy, when you're angry" Marshall said with a smirk on his face then walked out my front door, shutting it behind him.
"Fuck that was sexy" I yelled out with a smile on my face.
