Chapter Nine

I spent the rest of that Sunday shopping and settling in. I had gone for a jog since I was still in the training routine and I couldn’t just sit idly at home and do nothing. I had cleaned the house, jogged, washed the truck, gone shopping and packed everything away and I had already checked in.

I felt better after talking to Chase and slightly worried that Lucas was looking for me so I drove to another store and bought a new cellphone. I drove to the forest behind the school and sat in the truck and called him.

“This is Lucas,” he answered.

“Hi Dad,” I said.

“Ryder, are you okay?” he asked me.

“I’m fine,” I answered him.

“Where are you?” he asked me.

“It doesn’t matter where I am or what I’m doing, stop looking for me,” I said.

“I’ll never stop looking for you, you’re my son,” he said.

“I’m working, taking responsibility, standing on my own two feet, you should be proud instead of trying to treat me like a little kid,” I said to him.

“You have responsibilities at home,” he said to me.