I Want Him Back

Oh no. What have I done? God thought as he sat on the end of his bed. He’d fought his brother, challenged his neighbors, and thrown his best friend out of his place, all in a matter of minutes.

God felt Day had no right to go through his things, especially his cell phone, which was buried underneath his seat. He’d clearly been snooping around. God couldn’t be with someone that didn’t trust him. Now he had to clear out of there… immediately.

God slowly made his way to the front of his apartment. He peeked out the blinds in his mini-kitchen and saw that not only were his neighbors outside, but also about ten more guys. Fuck. He knew he’d ticked his neighbors off and they were no longer BFFs. God had to get his shit and get the hell out of there, before the shit hit the fan.

He went to his bedroom and called in a couple favors, then made fast work of putting on some jeans and a T-shirt. After dressing he loaded his gun holster, making sure the safeties were off before he went about packing up his stuff.

God had all his important belongings packed in forty minutes. He turned off all the lights and pulled his belongings to the door. While God waited for his backup, he popped a couple of the pain pills that Jax had left for him. He had to admit to himself that he was in excruciating pain from his brother’s hits, but he’d be damned if he showed it. After the pain eased to a dull throb, God disconnected all his electronics.

He was discreetly looking out the blinds again when he saw the dark neighborhood was now lit up with red and blue swirling lights. He’d told his buddies to really put on a show and they most definitely were. Four police cruisers and a SWAT van came barreling across the field, stopping with a screeching halt right in front of God’s door. His neighbors looked around at the police jumping out of the squad cars as if about to do a drug raid, and all the wannabe thugs began to scatter like cockroaches, not sure what the fuck was happening. God couldn’t help but chuckle despite his aching heart. Because ordinarily Day would be included in this emergency evacuation plan.

God opened the door and stuck his hand out at the crazy SWAT leader.

“Someone call for backup?” the short man said with his mouth set in a wide grin.

“Good to see you, Joker. Thanks for coming, man.” God stepped to the side while Grey’s rookies hustled inside to get God’s stuff in the SWAT van.

“Hey, we weren’t doing shit anyway. Besides, that was fun.” Grey laughed while shaking God’s hand. “I told you I owed you one. You saved my ass in that bust over in Doverton Hills. If it weren’t for you, G, I wouldn’t be here.”

“It’s all good,” God replied with a shrug. He was glad that Officer Grey—who everyone called Joker because the man loved to play practical jokes—didn’t press the issue of why God needed to be moved right away.

“Move it ya pansies. If you break anything, it’s coming out of your already little-ass paychecks!” He laughed loud enough to make God cringe.

“Those your rookies this year?” God asked but already knew the answer.

“Yep. Fresh out of boot camp last week.”

God looked at the tender faces on bodies that were so heavily muscled they looked artificial. He shook his head.

“Is it me, or are these guys getting younger and younger. Some of these guys don’t even look twenty-one.”

Grey stood with his feet shoulder width apart and arms crossed over his chest. He had on a dark blue Atlanta PD SWAT Team T-shirt that hugged his firm pecs, and brown cargo pants. His boots looked military-style, the way he had them laced up over his pants.

“I know, dude. Guys are signing up right out of high school now. That’s why it takes a little extra to whip these guys into good soldiers. Today I had them running laps for three hours before the sun came up.” Grey grinned slyly.

God shook his head. “You do realize this is the police department, not the Marines.”

“These rookies will learn the meaning of hard work and perseverance if it kills me, God.” The man looked at the men struggling to haul God’s big screen television. “If there’s even a scratch on that TV, I’m taking it out of your ass first and then your paycheck!” he bellowed.

One of the men approached them, and he looked like he could’ve spit nails at God before he turned dark eyes on his SWAT leader. No doubt he was pissed for having to do a job that didn’t have a damn thing to do with being on SWAT.

“Sir, with all due respect, what does moving your buddy have to do with training? We are all pretty tired from today’s workout, sir.”

God noticed some of the other men pause to see what their fierce leader was going to say. Grey stepped up until he was nose to nose with the man before he barked in his face.

“You should be happy to assist this man in any way you can! This man saved my life, so he’s not my goddamn buddy; he’s my friend and comrade! So you show some fucking respect, fish, because you may need God to save your sorry ass one day.”

The chastised man nodded once to God and turned to walk away.

“And as far as you feeling tired and overworked, I’ll just put that on my list of shit I don’t give a fuck about!” Grey yelled.

God tried hard to stop his laugh but just ended up going into a coughing fit.

“Your captain told me you were out sick, dude. What do you have, PMS?”

God wrinkled his brow at him. “What the fuck?”

“You got Penis Muscle Strain, man.” Grey cracked up laughing at his middle school level joke.

“Do you ever get tired of laughing, Joker?” God asked.

“Nope, never. It takes way more muscles to frown than to smile. I’m just conserving energy.”

God checked his place one final time. They’d gotten his bed, televisions, video games, dressers, and clothes. He left everything else. God knew he had to take everything all at once. Those thugs would break in the moment he left. If he would’ve stayed the night, they still would’ve come in to test him, since he’d already shown them he wasn’t one hundred percent. God wasn't coughing as much, but his body hurt like hell now after taking Genesis’s beating.

God tried not to think about Genesis and he really tried not to think about Day right then. He didn’t want the rookies to see his hurt.

“God!”

God jerked his head back around. “Yeah. You call me?”

“Yeah, like three times. Dude, you really need to get some rest. You look like shit. Go ahead to wherever you’re gonna lay your head, and I’ll get this stuff into my garage for now.”

“Thanks, Joker. I really appreciate it.” God gave him a one-armed hug.

“You sure you don’t want to bunk at my place? I’m sure Shelia wouldn’t mind. I got a spare bedroom.” Grey turned serious eyes on him to show he wasn’t kidding.

“No, I’m just going to check into a hotel.”

“You sure? Tomorrow’s sloppy-joe night.” He smiled.

God smirked. “I’m sure, besides I don’t want to bring any germs into your house.”

“All right, man. It’s an open invitation though,” Grey said. He got in the all black cruiser and rode off with his team.

God climbed in his truck and left the jungle.