The Purge {a.b} ✔

Chapter 2

I bit my lip and stood up against the wall, looking straight at the door. I could hear them from downstairs. 

Should I go? If I do, I could possibly stop them. Unless there's a bunch of them downstairs. They could be pouring gasoline and setting this house on fire also. I tried to figure out my options when I heard them coming up the stairs. I held my breath as I heard each step they make grew closer to mine. 

The only weapon father gave me was a knife. 

I gripped on it tightly and glanced down below the door. Their shadow seemed to glow behind the door. I took a deep breath and opened up the latch and lunged myself at them. We fell back, my knife falling across the other side of my dad's room along with the guy's gun. I glanced at him for a second before getting up and taking both the pistol and the knife in my hand. The man stood up and had a hood over his head. I could only see his lips and I narrowed my eyes. He bit his lip and the lip ring popped out. I didn't noticed he had a lip ring till now.

"H-hands up!" I yelled at him, holding the gun up at him.

He smirked slightly and held his hands up, taking a step closer.

"Take off the hood." I told him and, nodding at the hood. 

"Please." I added at the end.

He reached up and took the hood off exposing his face. His skin was pale, piercing blue eyes, dark black hair. His eyebrows were dark brown, arched up making a very stern look. He had a piercing on his nose, it glimmered in the lighting of the room. His eyes darted to the gun then at my face.

"You're holding it wrong." his voice was deep and dark like, well chocolate. I don't know that was my first thought. 

"Am not." I complained and glanced at the way I was holding it.

He took steps closer to me and reached out and took the gun into his hands. He flipped it around and put the safety lock, putting it back in his holder. I didn't even blink within the time he did it and I held the knife up.

"Back off! I will use this knife." I held it up, with both my hands.

"No you won't." the man took it from my hands also and put it in his bag. I backed up against the wall and breathed heavily. I laid my cheek against the wall and shut my eyes.

"Just do it quick, please." I mumbled in a soft voice. 

"What?"

"Just kill me. I know you're waiting to do it already. Please make it quick." I repeated again. 

"Open your eyes." 

I shook my head no and began to sob.

"Just do it already or I will kill you." his voice sounded threatening now.

I moved my hands from my face and opened my eyes to his. He was extremely close to me and I felt uncomfortable.

"I'm not going to kill you. Okay? Now stop crying. You're making me feel bad." he growled and moved away from me. 

"I-I'm sorry." I whispered, staying in my place. "I thought it was someone bad. It's my first time in this."

"Second time for me. Although I don't exactly have my parents to protect me this time."  he said without looking back to me. He finally turned his chest towards me again and looked at me. I watched his eyes scan my body up and down and I began to uncomfortable. I crossed my arms across my chest and shifted my footing. 

"How old are you?" he questioned. "Then again it wouldn't matter if you were underage either way." he laughed slightly.

"I'm not going to have sex with you." 

"Good thing I'm not a rapist." he shrugged slightly. 

"I'm 19. What about you?"

"24" 

"What's your name mysterious man?" I wondered and he laughed.

"Mysterious man? I sure wouldn't like being called that. It's Andy." he answered with a slight chuckle. 

"I'm Wynter with a y, not like the actual season." I responded and put out my hand to shake. He looked at it and then took my hand into mine, gently shaking it. "Have you seen my father? He went out awhile ago because he heard some noises outside." I asked in a hopeful attitude.

"I don't think so, sorry." Andy commented with no emotion.

"Oh okay. Then I'll wait, I guess." I said and walked to the closet. Andy furrowed his eyebrows.

"So you're just going to wait for your dad who could possibly be dead, inside a closet that doesn't even have a very stable lock? That sounds fucking smart.." he remarked with a slight attitude.

"Hey! Don't curse. It's bad. And my father isn't dead. He won't just leave me. I know he won't." I raised my voice slightly. 

"Argh, don't be one of those people please.  And sorry I'm just trying to list the possible outcomes." he shrugged slightly.

"How did you even get in?"

"The door in the back was off it's hinges. I banged on the door on the front and then went around to find it open for anyone to come in." he said and I widened my eyes.

"N-no.." I ran downstairs and went to the door. "Oh god." I whispered lightly once I saw a trail a blood leading outside. I heard Andy following behind me and he took me behind the wall.

"What are yo-" and he covered my mouth with his hand.

"Shh.." Andy commanded and then released his hand from my mouth.

"What's going on?" I said in a quiet voice.

"They were right fucking there, the group that goes around killing people. You should thank me because I just saved your ass." his hot breath hit my neck and I shivered slightly. We waited a few minutes before Andy stuck his head out again. 

"We're okay now." he released his grip on me and stood up. 

"Thank you, I really appreciate it." I smiled at him. 

"You could've gotten yourself killed right there. Do you really think you're going to be okay here by yourself? You can't even defend yourself." he pointed out and I shrugged.

"Well, once my father comes back I will have someone to protect me." I confirmed. 

"Fine." he murmured and handed me knife back. I took it into my grasp and he began walking out the door.

"Where are you going?" I ran up to him and he huffed.

"I'm leaving. What else would I be doing? You can't stay in the same place for too long. They'll find out, they always do.." he started to step outside the house, but a grabbed his shoulder.

"Wait, please don't leave." I begged. 

"Why should I?" Andy gave me a dull look.

"Please. I don't want to be alone. You can teach me how to defend myself. Please, I'm begging you, Andy." He rolled his eyes at me and let out a big sigh.

"Fine." he pushed into me to get inside.

"Thank you!" I hugged him tightly and walked inside.