"Lauren White! Over here!"

Lights blinded me as I tried to move through the crowd, and yet my sun glasses wouldn't stop the bright lights flash and blind me ass I kept my head down as they all yelled my name.

"Excuse me, excuse me everyone - but I need to get to my car, I'm going to be late-"

"Late? Late for what? A date perhaps?" someone screamed in my face.

"Actually, I'm going to be late for my friends funeral, so excuse me" I growled and pushed through the crowd and got into my car and took off, yeah - friends funeral my ass Lauren. You're just going home to eat ice cream and watch Sherlock Holmes and his funeral - it's going to be a tear jerker... once again.

Parking in front of my apartment I quickly got out, shivering a tad bit at the nippy wind of London, I hurried towards my door in my peach dress and black blazer. I hurried up the first step as it began to rain, my black heels making tiny little thuds as I got to the front door and pushed my keys into the lock.

Closing the door behind me I pulled my sun glasses off of my face and put them in my pocket before I walked to my kitchen where I took a bottle of red wine from the cupboard and poured myself a glass before I grabbed a microwave meal and put it in my microwave.

After two minutes I took it out again and emptied it on a plate before I walked out of the kitchen and sat myself down in front of the television and turned it on. Sipping my red wine out of the glass I tapped my black 'Love' ring on the side of the glass, my eyes looking around my lounge room as I froze when my eyes met something out of place.

The usual alphabetical stack of three books on the coffee table was mixed up.

Slowly I leaned forward and silently put my red wine down and eyed the books before I slowly got up and walked towards my bedroom as silent as I could as my television started to play the first episode of Sherlock Holmes loudly.

Getting to my bedroom I moved into it slowly and silently with my back against the wall, I got to my bedside table without anything happening I opened it before I took the lock box out and pulled the key out of my strapless brassiere and pushed it into the lock.

The soft click of the lock un-locking sounded as if it had been pots and pans crashing to the ground at the same time. 

I opened the lid and pulled the revolver out and loaded the mag with five bullets before I clicked it back into place. Pushing a stray curl out of my face before I slowly walked to my wardrobe and opened it, pointing my revolver into it - nothing.

Slowly I approached my bathroom where the usual open door was, but had an closed door this time.

 Pressing my back to the wall next to the door I lightly took the door handle and opened it before I walked in, moving my revolver around while I searched for a threat - or my crazy ex boyfriend in other words.

 Finding the room clear I turned back - only to see a black figure slip out from behind the door and ran at me, instantly my finger pulled the trigger back and the guy hit the ground as if he was a bag of rocks.

Instantly I stepped over him before I closed the bathroom door and hurried towards the lounge room where I pulled my mobile out and dialed 112 and pushed the phone to my ear, "Hello this is the-"

"Someone's just broken into my house and I kinda shot him, I think he's my ex boyfriend who I have a restrainer order against" I hurried, looking around the room for maybe even a second intruder.

"Miss where-"

Someone tackled me from behind. I screamed as I dropped my iPhone and my gun - a loud bang telling me it won't off again as the person flipped me over and clocked me in the jaw.

"You stupid bitch!" the man roar's on top of me - okay, not my abusive ex.

"HELP! HELP! HELP!" I screeched as the man grabbed onto my hands and pinned them above my head, "HELP! SOMEBODY! HELP ME!" I screamed like a banshee, but then he back slapped me across my face.

He flips me over and pins my hands behind my back - then I felt something be wrapped around my wrists.

Squirming under the man's weight as he tied my hands together before he got off of me and yanked me upwards, "Don't you dare fucking - you called the cops?" he growls through his mask before he stomps on my iPhone.

"Oi bitch tits - that had all my contacts in it" I stared at, wiping my facial expressions off before I put a tiny little scared look on my face - I need to start acting or else he'll either beat me, kill me or worse... break my Sherlock Holmes DVD's.

"I suggest you shut up whore, I have you bound and-" before he could say anything I kicked him in the balls. He hit the ground like a sack of potatoes before I scrambled away from him and got up onto my heels shakily before I hurried away from him.

"HELP!" I screamed as I hurried into the kitchen and tried to grab a knife blindly as I stared at the doorway in fear - then he stumbled in, red faced and beyond angry.

"You bitch"

Seriously need a longer vocabulary dick head.

"That's my name sweet heart, don't wear it out-" before I could grab a hold of a knife he grabbed onto my hair and pulled me forward.

Squealing like a pig he turned me around and wrapped an arm round my body and smacked a white rag onto my face, breathing in shock, my lungs instantly filled with a chemical.

Gagging I struggled in his arms I suddenly felt drowsy - I better not be a light weight in drinking around three sips of red wine - oh no wait, it's probably what ever the white rag is soaked in... fuck.

My legs buckled underneath me and my eyes flew shut as the man let me his the floor, and it hurt. A lot.

And my entire world was swallowed by darkness and the chuckled of the dude who broke into my apartment, who I shot and who had just drugged me. 

Yay, life is an ass hole.