Purge Me, Daddy

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"Ew no of course not" I replied in disgust as Daniel tried to fish out wether or not I had slept with the professor. He was totally giving me the eye but no. Although I wouldn't mind getting dicked down by a hottie year old like him he was too much of a goodie-two-shoes. You know the romantic kind that wants a relationship and all that shit.

"Listen to her. Lying" says kaycee on the other line of my phone as I ploffed down onto my bed she was too hooked on the teacherxstudent shit she reads that she's practically wishing my life had been a book. It was quite early in the morning and we didn't actually go to bed, instead we stayed up all night and talked about the upcoming event. The purge. It was a carnival of death and a cry of misery for others. Something that barely half of the population made it through and this year I was more than excited to join. Why? Because of all the fun that would occur of course, imagine finally finally getting to do something fantastic without an adult telling you no, giving school bullies a piece of your mind without her shitty principal of a mom (long story) getting in the way, imagine endless week of rough fucking or slow love making. God it was so gonna be worth it. I was gonna party like there was no tomorrow fuck and kill like my life started that day, I'm hooked on dark, freaky shit like that. You see, no one in my town was good or even a tinge of kind, all rebels and rule breakers well, all except the elderly and few kids. Don't go feeling sorry for a city like ours it's where the government banishes the worst of the worst, thinking that we'd learn a lesson or two and oh we did just not on the pleasant side of things. The last purge a cop's daughter was raped on the table before her dead father's body and voila. Poof. I was born. Mom...tolerates me, and so does her rapist. For some odd reason they grew to like each other. I mean I don't know how that played out but if that had been me I swear his dick would've been stapled to his head but hey, we all have our own approach on different situations right? Especially. Love

"I am not" I huff as I rolled over onto my tummy, my room was a bit too dark for me so I got up and opened my window just to get some fresh air and let a little daylight in. It was starting to feel stuffy in my room, my walls were a pale blue and had up posters of sea creatures and boy bands. The corner of my room had a small closet with clothes scattered all over the floor, as if my closet had puked. My big bed stood in the center of it all with fluffy lavender sheet whereas my ceiling had LED lights on it. Your basic teenage room

"Hey did you get that thing from Bob, Daniel?" I asked as I peered over at my ex best friend's room.

"Hmm he's asleep" I muttered sourly into the phone. Ugh why did I care, I wasn't the one who turnt on our relationship.

"Wow he actually stopped?" Asked Jayce on the other line surprised.

"Damn, he was at it whole night with that whore, I got something special planned for her and her whole loose pussy whores" growls Daniel. Jenny and her slut squad had been at the very top of my kill list the moment she started tormenting me, she had also made it there because Christian said she'd send him nudes (nobody messes with my best friend), but that was two years ago. A lot has changed now, Christian quickly phased into a cocky asshole who didn't deserve shit and I can't believe that I wasted half my school life on someone like...him.

"I am not your bitch" I replied ceasing my brows together as I realised what Daniel had said

"Then ima make you my bitch"

"So. Who do we kill first" asked Daniel a little too excited cutting off my comeback. Lucky bastard.

"Oh oh me pick me I know. My ex" laughs Kaycee as I laughed out loud. Of course she'd pick him, she was making death jokes about him all year some of them not even a joke

"He was such a fucking pig" I replied venom dropping from every word. He was dating three girls at once including Kaycee the idiot slipped up when he called her phone flirting on about leaving her undies on his couch. It wasn't hers