Don't Say I Didn't Tell You So

prologue

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Hey guys! First story. The Heath Ledger in my story is young like 18ish so he looks like he does in 10 Things I Hate About You. That's Leo on the side----->

I know you haven't been introduced to him yet but i just want you to get a mental image.

Sorry about the spelling and grammar for the rest of the book. I'm Editing away but it'll probably still have errors. Vote and comment!

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'Damn!' I grumbled. The cashier squirmed uncomfortably behind the counter.

‘U-uh sir,’ he stuttered. ‘You’re a dollar and five cents short,’ he said shrinking into himself.

‘I can’t give you the milk…’ His eyes starred at my arms and then continued down to my fists which were opening and closing simultaneously. Annoyance rippled through me at this stupid situation. All I wanted was some milk! My eyes narrowed as I glared at him.

‘I-if you don’t leave now…’

‘You’ll do what?’ My deep voice carried around the small convince store, a challenge going with it.

I squinted my eyes at his name tag, Rob. Rob’s animal instinct or what was left of it, sensed my ‘alphaness’ as he stepped away from me.

‘I- I’ll call my manager?’ Although he was trying to make it come out as a threatening sentence, Rob only managed to make a question.

Fear radiated of him in waves, not that I blamed the boy. After all, all of those years in the military hadn’t exactly left me looking like a noodle.

‘Fine, fine,’ I sighed heavily, leaving the cashier Rob to pee himself. ‘Bloody wankers,’ I cursed. ‘Who told them that milk needed to cost so much?’

I listened to the sound of my footfalls resounding off the cold pavement as I walked the trek back to my small cabin. I dully registered how few people were around. My eyes wondered across the building tops, not really looking for anything. Digging in my pocket I pulled out my phone and stared at my contacts. Rather one contact in particular.

Lexi. I could ask her about it…. No. I shook my head trying to rid my head of such thoughts. Knowing her she’d want to help me. I can’t have that. This is too big for her, hell it’s too big for me. What I’m doing may very well get me killed. I don’t need to drag her down with me.  I sighed. And I can’t go to the police with the evidence that I have…Looks like I’m on my own. Wallowing in my thoughts I hadn’t realised how far I’d walked. My small house was nearly next to me.

‘They do say time flies,’ I mumbled to myself. Walking up to the front door I took out my keys. My stomach started grumbling as soon I stepped through the door and into my cosy living room. I glared down at my stomach as if daring it to rumble again. But alas it still did. I sighed walking away from my couch and in to the kitchen. The wooden floor groaning slightly as my large frame walked over it. I opened the fridge to see if there was a tiny morsel of food that I could scrounge up. I sighed.