The Purge | JuiceWrld

5

9:30 pm

Leilani Mitchell

We stared at hot fire before my mind finally reacted. I frantically looked around, seeing a door in the back.

When I turned the knob, it was locked. "Fuck!"

"Watch out!" Jarad shoved me out the way then slammed his body against door continuously until it broke open.

"Come on!" He grabbed my hand and I snatched it out realizing I forgot the bag.

"Wait! The food!" I said running back.

"Really?" Jarad asked, grabbing me tightly by my waist and pulling me as we ran. As if on que, when we got far enough, there was a minor explosion in the store. The fire died down but it still looked bad.

We kept running, dodging people as we tried to find a spot out of sight. We did, and took a breather for a while from the continuous running and being close to the fire.

"Just imagine, if we were in there for 5 seconds longer." Jarad said in disbelief, still catching his breath. He had black spots on his face and sweat dripped down his face.

"At this point, I'm not even hungry anymore." I said, mad about my now burnt up chips, honey buns, crackers and soda.

"We could've died." Jarad said.

"And?"

He sighed, shaking his head. "Let's keep moving."

We proceeded to walk and I still had an attitude. This whole thing was stupid.

It felt like we were close to almost getting out of town, we walked along the sidewalk and it was completely dark outside. It was very unsettling and quiet, except for the faint screams and sounds of weapons stringing in the air.

Me and Jarad hardly spoke to each other for about thirty minutes. Every once in a while, he'd ask if I'm good.

A silver Lexus slowly drove alongside us freaking me out a little.

"Jarad.." I said, as the car stopped. I don't think he noticed since he was in front of me.

"Hm.." he hummed, still walking.

Three doors opened and three niggas came out the car. All of them were strapped.

Jarad didn't turn around until the car doors slammed shut.

"Jarad!" I yelled as one of them came behind me and wrapped his arm around my neck.

Jarad reached for his gun and approached the guy who held me.

He took out his gun and held it to my temple. "Take another step and she dies." His deep voice boomed and the other two guys held their guns up to Jarad.

My eyes squeezed shut from fear. I know this nigga would pull the trigger with no remorse. I'm prepared for anything. Jarad obliged the dude, freezing in his position.

"Yo, just leave her be and we can go our separate ways." Jarad said. Are you kidding me? They're not gonna fucking listen to that shit Jarad.

"Drop the gun." I felt his chest vibrate as he spoke.

Jarad was reluctant, and I prayed he would just listen to the man.

"Jarad just do it please." I begged, making the guy tighten his grip on my neck.

"You better fucking listen to your bitch, Jarad." One fo the other guys mocked.

"Drop the fucking gun! Now!" The guy holding me cocked his gun real fast. He was growing angry by the second.