The Henchmen's Officer [ M/M]

14 - Chapter Fourteen - Sasha Dean's Point Of View.

Ryer was gone when I woke up and that annoyed me a bit, but then I remembered his words from last night and my annoyance with him grew. But now it wasn't him I was annoyed with, but rather me. I had confessed that my feelings were messed up; I knew I should have just kept them to myself.

Heading downstairs after getting dressed in a pair of black sweatpants and an LHPD sweater, that I didn't pack, Ryer did. My back was a little sore, but it wasn't too terrible, I might even be able to go for a light jog. Ryer was sitting at the table with my parents having a conversation. Which seemed to end the moment I sat that the table. Snagging an apple off the table, I got up and left the kitchen. I ate the apple before deciding to commit to the jog.

My keys for my SUV were on the hook on the wall and I snagged them as I walked out the door and down the little bit of the driveway both to test my back and the weather outside. Opening the trunk I pulled my shoes out and pulled them on my feet. I walked back up to the house only to open the door and toss my key on the top of the table by the door.

One lap around the neighbourhood proved to be a decent amount of work for my back to handle, but I pushed it to two laps just to extra and make my back understand that this was just the beginning of the hell I was going to put it through.

After the two laps, I headed back into the house and was sweating just slightly. Ryer was pacing the foyer his phone to his ear.

"Do you not know how to answer your phone, I've called you six times." He said, his tone icy.

"I don't have my phone, It's up in my bedroom on the dresser, I'm pretty sure it's dead. What's up?"

"Where were you?"

"Jogging. Did something happen—-"

"Jogging? You went fucking jogging, Christ Sasha you are still recovering, What would make you think that was a good idea?"

"It's a me problem, I don't see why you care so much," I said, kicking my running shoes off and using the sleeve of my sweater to wipe the thin layer of sweat off my forehead.

Ryer looked less thrilled by my answer than normal. My back was slightly sore, but I was managing it just fine. I felt better after being able to do the two laps. Both mentally and physically. I walked past Ryer into the kitchen and grabbed a cup before getting a glass of tap water and drinking the whole thing down. He stood there his arms crossed in annoyance.

"We are supposed to be doing your recovery together Sasha, this will not help you at all."

"I'm handling it just fine. I can figure my problems out on my own."

"Is this about my comment——"

"Nope, I'm sick and tired of sitting around and not doing what I want to."

Ryer narrowed his eyes at me not buying a single word of my bullshit.

"When you have a hard time walking tomorrow and are in massive amounts of pain, Sasha, Remember that you said you are handling it just fine and can figure out your problems on your own."

I watched Ryer help my mother with her garden all afternoon; He was helping her plant and weed and many other tasks. My father sat beside me on the deck and watched too.

"He's very polite and helpful, good guy."

"Him, sure."

"You two got into a fight didn't you?"

"Not so much."

"Hmm, Sasha I won't judge you for your choice of who you are involved in romantically or otherwise. You can be honest with me."