“No. I’m fucking done.”
“Don’t make me call King. Or Gunner.”
“Haizley,” I growled.
“Sit your ass down. I am not done.”
We stood there; eyes locked on each other. Mine glaring at the doc who thought she had a right to tell me what to do. Hereyes looking at me with fake fucking innocence, like she wasn’t holding me fucking captive.
Stomping away from the door, I sat my ass in the chair. I wasn’t sitting on that fucking couch again.
Haizley rolled her eyes at me and perched on the edge of the couch cushion.
“You said it wasn’t your job to force your patients to talk,” I reminded her.
“Yea, well, you aren’t a regular patient.”
“What the fuck does that mean?”
“It means that I have a personal relationship with you outside of the doctor-patient one. I care about you, Cash. And I can’t continue to watch you ignore the things you need to do.”
“I’m not talking to that son of a bitch.”
“Why?” she asked.
“Because I don’t fucking want to.” I crossed my arms over my chest and looked out the window.
“You’re acting like a child.”
“What the fuck, Doc?”
“I call it like I see it.” She shrugged. “Why are you angry with Ryder?” she asked and sat back, waiting for me to answer.
The problem was, I didn’t have an answer. Not one I wanted to give her, anyway. The truth was, I fucking knew Ryder didn’t do anything wrong. He wasn’t the person I was angry with. He was just the one that was here.
“I don’t want to talk about Ryder.”
“Tough shit.”
We sat in silence. She wouldn’t let me leave until our time was up, and I refused to talk. She didn’t pick up her phone to read. Instead, she watched me. Waiting for me to fold.
She had a long fucking wait.
When the alarm on her phone went off, she sighed. Turning the phone off, she set it next to her on the couch.
“You can go,” she said. The defeat in her voice had me wanting to stay. I wanted to give her what she wanted. But I just couldn’t do it. I hated the look on her face.
Fucking disappointment.
My mom used to give me that look whenever I did something I wasn’t supposed to, and it would break my fucking heart.
Fuck you, Dr. Krenshaw.I wasn’t apathetic. I didn’t have attachment issues. It was just easier not to disappoint someone when they thought you didn’t care.
I walked outside with my head down. She was asking too much. I wasn’t ready to deal with that bullshit. I didn’t want to deal with any of it.
Hell, maybe I was apathetic.
I rode around for a bit trying to clear my head. Once I realized that wasn’t going to happen, I considered heading up the mountain trail.
