The Hunter's Angel

Chapter 2: Hunter's P.O.V

(Hunter's bed above)

I am awakened by the sound of my alarm clock at 7:00 am and before I knew what I was doing my hand came crashing down and the clock was falling off my bedside table. Oh, my bad. I stumble out of bed trying to wipe the tiredness from my eyes.

I go to my wardrobe looking for some clothes. Once I have my desired outfit I head to my bathroom to get ready for today. When I'm finished I walk into the kitchen to make myself breakfast. After I wash the dishes while humming the tune of Itsy Bitsy Spider under my breath.

I lock my front door, my sports bag in hand and turn to see that Angel has already left for the morning. The way I know this is because she would leave a bright neon green sticker in the middle of the '0' of her apartment number 203 when she goes out. I smile a tiny bit thinking about Angel, but I stop shortly after when I see the landlord coming down the hallway. God, I hate this prick. But as long as I'm near my Angel I will deal with his shit. He stops in front of me, his beer belly showing threw the dirty white tank top he's wearing that seems two sizes too small for him.

"Kingsley, I hope you have my rent money today, do you?" He questions harshly, his breath smelling like a stale bottle of piss.

"Not today sir, but I'm sure to have it tomorrow. I'm just waiting for my paycheck." I say forcing an insult to not slip through my teeth.

He grunts glaring at me then looks at Angel's door. "Have you seen Miss Terrorcardo today? Her rent is due tomorrow and I need to remind her." He asks in a somewhat civilised tone.

I mumble out a quiet 'no' before jogging down the stairs and out of the lobby doors. I walk the five blocks it is to get to the run-down gym where I work. I sometimes get paid to fight at the gym, but I mainly just work as a trainer for up-and-coming boxers. I don't like nor hate my job I just do it for the money and the effects the workout does for my body.

I walk through the doors of the gym to be greeted by a scene that is strangely like a construction site. Michael Johnson; my boss, sees me and starts walking my way. He has a distressed look masking his face, a look that doesn't match his age of twenty-five years. This cannot be good. He stops a few feet in front of me.

"What's going on Michael?" I ask.

He sighs a little before answering me. "The gym was set on fire last night and the way it's looking it's going to take a year to get this place up and running again." He then looks at me with a guilty expression and I know what's about to happen. "Hunter, I don't have enough to pay for the equipment and everyone's paid leave." His voice and face is laced with guilt. Though I wanted to throw a fit, I couldn't bring myself to do so.

"Do I at least get my last paycheck?" 

"Yeah, yeah just let me go get it." He runs off to his office while I go through my head of the possible jobs that I can qualify for and are close to home, but so far none. "Here you go." Michael hands me the paycheck before rushing off to somewhere else.

I look at the piece of paper to see how much I got, and it looks like it won't even cover half my rent. I sigh and then walk out of the door from which I came. I spend half an hour wandering around waiting for the bookstore that Angel works at to open. I reach the little colourless bookstore a little before 9 o'clock, after a walk in the nearby park. I look up to see the old hanging sign displaying the black faded words of Secret Adventure. I chuckle in amusement at the name.

As I walk in I am greeted with the smell of fresh homemade bread and coffee, I never figured out how Angel got the store to smell like this and I probably never will, but I don't mind if it stays this way. I walk to the old yellow couch and plop my arse onto the cushioning surface, I wiggle around and get comfortable waiting for Angel.