This is for my family. This purge, this madness. I throw a rock at the window of the grocery store. I may be breaking in, but I still use a cart. As I scroll through the aisles selecting food and snacks for my husband and daughter, I hear crying. I walked to behind the counter. A young girl no more than 17 was bruised and beaten. Judging from her lack of clothing she had been raped. "Calm down kid, I'll get you out of here." That was probably a lie, but I sure as hell was not leaving her there. I grabbed my bag, picked her up and carried her out of the store.
For someone who had just been violated, the girl loved to shop. After we got her some clothes from some store I have no clue how to pronounce she took me to best places for what I need. I even had to steal a car from the dealership to carry all this stuff. Luckily we hadn't run into any of the over zealous purgers. We got in the car and made our way back to my house. I was happy to take her in. She was an orphan living on the stre