I'd just finished my shift at the local book shop and was on my way home, I decided to stop at the local Walmart and pick up a few things, bread, milk, and some things for when aunt flow came to visit. I arrived home, parked the car, and shut off the engine. I was currently packing everything away into the appropriate places.
I'd had a long day at work, some stupid teens decided to come in and practically trash the place, did their parent's not teach manners or respect these days? I turned off all the lights and was just about to go and have a long hot shower when there was a loud bang, like someone trying to break down a door, the front of the house.
Was someone trying to break in?
Would they hurt me?
Did it want to find out?
Should I call the police?
All of these questions, and more, swam through my mind, before I gathered up every ounce of courage I had and headed for the front door. Some might say that it was a bad idea. But to me, it turned out to be the best thing I had ever done.
