Chapter 4. Happy crappy birthday to me.

Disclaimer; I don't own Twilight but as soon as my memory device works I will zap everyone so they think I own it

LPOV

8 months later…

Okay. So life is starting to go downhill just a teeny bit…

Oh who the hell am I kidding! My life sucks!

I sold everything for drugs. My house, my clothes, my jewellery, my car! It's all gone and I have nothing left.

My only clothes are a pair of grey skinny jeans that are ripped at the knees, a black silk blouse that has the sleeves torn off, a pair of scruffy black converse and a black trench coat.

I sleep on the streets and I smell like garbage but that doesn't matter right now. The most pressing thing right now is…

I'm in debt!

Not normal debt, I owe some dealers A LOT of money and I don't have any of it. I'd seen what happens when you can't give dealers their money.

And it's not pretty!

Eleven months, my life was great. Funny how life changes huh? I guess that's just karma.

And at that moment, I think my karma wanted me dead!

Something grabbed the back of my coat and dragged me into an alley. At that moment, I wished I didn't live in New York. No one cares when you're dragged into an alley and its getting dark so everyone disappears around this neighbourhood.

I was totally and completely screwed!

I opened my eyes that I realised I had shut tight to see two very big and very muscular men towering over me. Two words;

Oh. Shit.

"Laura, Laura, Laura. You thought you could hide from us!" the first one laughed, his name was Larry. The other one was his brother Michael, or Mike.

"We want our money! Now!" Mike leered, he was in my face and his breath was bad. Then again, so was mine.

"I-I don't h-have it right now?" it was more of a question than a statement.

"You don't have it? Well, that makes you a traitor in our book. And do you know what we do with traitors?" they both cracked their knuckles and before I knew it, they were pummelling into my face.

I hadn't eaten in three days so I was weak; I just crumpled against the alley wall as they had their "fun".

When they were satisfied with my face, they moved onto my arms, legs and torso. After a while, the pain went away and I was left with the bitter satisfaction that an end to my extremely crappy life was so close.

Jeez I never knew I was so deep.

Suddenly, the fists stopped and I looked up with heavy eyes to see a tall, mysterious man in the shadows beating up Larry and Mike. My saviour? Or was he wanting to finish the job himself.

"Get out of here you scum!" a low voice growled and I realised that it came from the hero of mine still deep in the shadows.

I smiled a little as the two brothers began to scuttle away, but not before Larry shoved a pen knife deep into my torso. Suddenly all the pain came back and I screamed aloud as they ran off as fast as they could.

Bastards!

The shadow guy came to kneel beside me and all I saw in the moonlight was his very pale skin. He assessed my wounds before looking up at me.

"I think you're gonna be okay, but my friend is a doctor. He can take a look. Here, let me carry you." He lifted me up into his arms and everything was blurry. "Are you okay?" he sounded concerned.

"Yeah, what's the date?" my voice slurred ever so slightly and he chuckled.

"That is the weirdest thing I have ever heard spoken from a stabbed woman." He said and I felt the wind whooshing past us, as if we were flying.

"Why? Do you do this often? Now be a good smexy man and tell me what the date is!" I demanded.

"Did you just call me smexy? What does that even mean? And it's October 16th. Why?"

"Oh." That was all I said. Well, as some people say, today is the day I'm supposed to celebrate the date of my birth.

Happy crappy birthday to fucking me!

A/n. I know that this is a short chapter but I promise to make the chapter longer. As long as my beta stops bugging me about finishing the chapter. My beta is actually the very who this story is based on.

By the way: smexy is a totally made up word that my friend Becky and I use, it's like a step up from sexy. Laura however finds that word hilarious.

Ooooh, I bet you can't wait for the next chapter so you can see who the mystery guy is huh? Well he's MINE; I'm lending him to Laura for this story.

But she is lending me hers for her new story! Thanks hun!