Two people from completely different backgrounds become unlikely friends and work together to conquer the purge. Leilani Mitchell, a troubled young girl and Jarad Higgins, from a fairly affluent tutelage end up becoming close within the 12-hours th...
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I smirked at the unconscious brawny body before me. My head turned toward the empty cup that was once in his hand, what he thought was just a beer.
But it wasn't.
He was sprawled out on the couch, mouth wide open and his eyes were rolled to the back of his head.
I wandered around the large mansion, hunting for what I really came here for. Money.
I stuffed my worn out bag with money, expensive items and some weapons after looking around for what seemed like hours.
I put my clothes back on which were thrown on the floor by the snobby rich boy knocked out on the brown leather couch.
I left out the front door, immediately exposed to the cool breeze. I closed my eyes, enjoying it before I walked back to my home.
By home, I meant an abandoned, isolated church. It wasn't so bad. I had a mini fridge, a little tv and some hot sauce. I'm good.
I took off the silky pink wig, letting my natural curly hair out. I removed all my pretty makeup and pretty clothes, putting on my baggy pajamas.
I pulled out hundreds of dollars, gold watches and pocket knives. I looked at my items with a straight face, since this was a routine for me.
Stealing and lying was all I knew. It's how I provided for myself. I don't care for anyone.
My mom wants nothing to do with me, part of the reason is because of what I do. But it's not entirely my fault.
All she did was blame me for everything and kicked me out all the time and I was tired of it. So, the last time she kicked me out, I left for good. That was about five years ago, I was 13.
I've had encounters with my mom, but she doesn't even know that it's me. She doesn't know that she has had conversations with her daughter.
Either she doesn't recognize me, or it's the drugs. Maybe both. I've realized she was heavier on drugs since I left. But that's none of my concern.
I turned on the small tv, wanting to be updated more on this purge. I kept hearing about it and it intrigued me.
A blonde white lady in a dress spoke in a startled voice. "Everyone is raving about the purge that is going to happen in seven days. This is crazy people, the first one that's ever gonna be held."
"Okay bitch, what the fuck is it." I said, turning up the volume.
"The government is sanctioning a 12-hour period where crime is legal. Meaning burglary and rape." She said, sounding scared. "Even murder."
I watched in curiosity, taking in every word she was saying.
"The government says the purpose for this is to eliminate the poor and to allow people to let out their anger." She goes on.
I wasn't worried, I did crimes on the daily. This just gives me more access to do so, considering that cops have been looking for me for the longest.
A lot of people in the area knew my name, but not for good reasons. Anytime they heard Leilani Mitchell, you already knew it'd be followed by something bad.
I had exactly a week to get ready for this new purge thing.
I changed the channel to a child's show and laid in my sleeping bag. I turned off the dim lamp next to me and tried to get some sleep.
Introduction of Leilani's life, vote if you like it ❤️
