*Derrick POV*
I hated leaving Katrina after we left the hospital. I know my dad will keep her safe, but it's still hard for me. I moved as quickly as I could through the grocery store, because I wanted to avoid running into Taylor, the guy who shot Katrina.
I thought I was in the clear, but as I approached the checkout, there he was. He was running one of the checkout counters, and I made sure to go through his line. He was stuck, and he would have to face me.
I unloaded my items onto the conveyor, and made sure he knew I was watching him. He wasn't so tough without one of his partners around, and it showed.
I stood in front of him as he scanned my items, and glared at him the whole time. He wouldn't make any eye contact, and it started to piss some off. I leaned forward and spoke ju
