THE PURGE- grethan

five

Grayson Bailey
-Ethan's house-
-4 hours after the purge has begun-

Ethan and I sat in complete silence of his living room floor, his parents fled the US for the purge. understandable. But i didn't understand why Ethan wanted to stay so badly, well i understood but i don't get it common sense wise, he could get himself killed.

"Ethan?" I called, his head snapping up towards me, "Grayson" he acknowledges, "are you okay?" I ask quietly, nervous incase he snapped, i had started to become somewhat scared of him, he was now capable of killing someone. "i...don't know" he whispers, his face still slightly red from crying earlier.

Several minutes of silence passed, neither of us daring to speak a word. "i'm sorry" he finally speaks up making my heart clench, "for what?" i ask, wanting him to get his feelings out so he could feel better. "I shouldn't have killed Jack, it was dumb and I shouldn't have brought you with me, because you'll never get that back." he whispers brokenly, not bothering to speak in a normal voice.

"why did you kill Jack anyway?" I ask out of curiosity. "I mean i get that he's a dick and all and he shot you but, he didn't hunt you down to shoot you, i know better" i confront him. his eyes met mine in terror, "he bullied my little sister every single day, she would come home crying, calling herself ugly and fat, which wasn't like her because she was so positive and confident. he destroyed that, for years, until finally she up and left, to a private school in Michigan. then he came after me, and then came you." his eyes met mine once again.

confusion spread like a wild fire throughout my heart, "me?" i ask for clarification. "you" he clarified, "why me?" i ask out of genuine curiosity making him sigh. "he called you names sometimes and it just gave me more of a reason to hate him. all he does is make people miserable, he's so fucking ignorant. or well, he was" Ethan sighs, rubbing his face in frustration.

                        "so wait, what's your problem with the rest of them?" i ask and he scoffs, "They're all just assholes, Nate and his bitches and that stupid girl who just sits there and observes but is somehow attached to them. she's the worst, because she doesn't do or say anything, she just sits there. watching" he says in frustration.

                        "who is she?" i ask and he shrugs, "i think her name is Trina or Trinity, something like that." he scratches his head trying to remember as my breath catches in my throat.