The Purge

5. Daddy

As we drove to the boys' flat I heard Michael groan.

"What happened?" he asked rubbing his eyes and sitting up.

"A psycho hit you with a baseball bat," I replied.

"Watch where you're swinging next time," he chuckled. I laughed and shook my head.

"Very funny," I smiled. At least Michael's awake and back to normal.

"Where are we going?" he asked.

"Home Mikey," Replied Ashton. His eyes widened to the size of baseballs.

"No!" he said standing up abruptly but falling back down onto his bum.

"Careful Michael," I said as he sat back up and I held him steady.

"We can't go back there," he said rubbing his head lightly.

"Why?" asked Luke chuckling.

"I've got some private stuff hanging around," Michael said turning bright red.

"You can clean it up while we wait in the living room," I said simply shrugging.

"But I-" he started.

"We're here," Ashton interrupted.

"Hey my dad stays here!" I smiled and then frowned.

"Shit," I cursed looking down at myself. I was bruised and didn't look like the little girl he used to see at all.

"If he loves you he'll just be happy to see you're alive," Brionna said patting my back. I smiled and hopped out.

"C'mere Mikey," Calum got out and helped Michael.

"Im not a baby," he pouted and crossed his arms. Markus got up and helped Brionna get out. I counted everyone and nodded walking to the door. I pushed it open and gagged at the sight before me.

"What?!" Luke asked coming forward. He glanced forward and gagged too. Brionna sniffed the air lightly and turned around throwing up what was left of today's meals.

"Oh god," Michael said covering his mouth and nose.

"Don't look Brionna," Markus said covering her eyes.

"Not a problem," she groaned.

"We have to, push through," I gagged and walked through making sure not to look at the massacred bodies that were hanging on the wall. Some of their stomachs were slit and all of their intestines just fell out. The knives in their chests and limbs acted like thumb tacks to bugs. The only one that wasn't too bad was an older man in dressy clothes. Written above them was a message in blood.

You have been cleansed

I grimaced at the message and turned away.

"Oh my god," Brionna gasped staring at one of the bodies. I turned to look back at the one she was looking at and fell to my knees. I dropped my gun that I had in my hand and stared up at my father's body clinging to the wall from his hands, one through his chest.

"No," I gasped a tear rolled down my cheek and onto my lap.

"Fuck you!!!" I yelled punching the floor.

"Fuck you all," I whispered slouching back down. I heard a groan from the wall. I looked up to see my father slightly moving and trying to lift his head. I gasped and pulled out the syringe pushing a small amount of tranquilizar in to keep him from bleeding any farther.

"You'll be okay daddy," I said quickly pulling the knife out of his chest.

"You'll be okay," I repeated.