His Puppet

~Chapter One~

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Sitting on the floor of my local corner shop with a gun pointed at my head, isn't how I thought my night would be going, but here I am. To try to get an understanding of what the heck I'm talking about, I'm gonna have to take you back to a few hours ago, you know when my life was normal.

A few hours before

"Blake did you drink all the milk?!" I shout looking into my fridge to see an empty carton of milk sat on the shelf, I don't get why people when they're finished with something put it back in the fridge, do they think the thing is just gonna magically appear full again?

"No, I saved a bit at the bottom for you" he explains pointing to the carton of milk in my hand, I look down to see the tiniest bit ever.

"Oh thanks, I can feed my pet mouse now" I exclaim walking over throwing the carton in the bin, while he just laughs going back to his game.

"Can mice drink milk?" He asks with a smirk on his face still staring at the tv, I knew this meant he was only half listening to me.

"I don't know I'll have to get back to you on that one but the point is, if you're gonna drink the last of the milk, A, don't put the empty carton back in the fridge and B, at least drink it all!" I shout throwing my arms in the air, he just shrugs his shoulders brushing me off, well we've lost contact now as he's gone back to playing his pointless game!

"Well I guess I've been chosen to go get more" I sigh but he doesn't even look up from the tv, wow I'm glad I'm interesting to him.

I take my coat off the hook while grabbing my purse, I really didn't feel like going out but I've been wanting scrambled eggs for days, and the day I'm allowing myself to indulge, my lovely supportive boyfriend drinks all the milk.

"I'm just heading out to get some milk, do you need anything?" I ask from the door, he just waves his hand at me again his eyes not leaving the tv, how can a game possibly be that interesting?
I walk out my door to see my neighbour also walking out of his door holding a black bin bag.

"My turn to take the rubbish out" he smiles as he closes his door, I send him a smile starting to walk down the hall towards the lift.

"How's Blake?" He asks while we wait for the lift to come up, I roll my eyes remembering what just happened, right now he's been rather annoying.

"Oh he doesn't have a care in the world, right now he's sat on his game, he drank all of the milk saving me the tiniest bit, forcing me to venture out into the wild at 10pm to get some," I explain as the doors open, he laughs letting me walk in first.

I thank him waiting for him to join me before clicking the button for the ground floor.

"Did he at least put the carton away?" He asks with a smile, I say no which makes him shake his head, well at least one person is siding with me about the carton rule "Layla's just the same" he smiles talking about his wife, just as a ding erupts from the lift telling us we're on our floor, he smiles letting me walk out first once again.