The Hunter's Angel

Chapter 3: Angel's P.O.V

(Angel's bed above)

I awake to a constant knocking on my door. I grumble as I drag myself out of bed, I throw on an old white T-shirt and go to see who dared to disturb me. I don't like to wake up early, let alone on days off. I like to sleep in occasionally, is that so bad?

With a sigh I open the door to see Billy; my landlord, standing in front of me. I smile at him the best I can trying to hide my disgust at the smell of alcohol surrounding him.

"Good morning Billy, how may I help you?" I questioned, fighting my urge to throw u.

"It's Mr. Vermonter to you and I'm here for my money." He answers with a mean sneer followed by a glare.

"Right just let me get it," I say glad to take a break from the stench.

I hand the money to Billy, trying my hardest to uphold my fake smile. He counts the money right in front of me, then leaves. Which I find extremely rude. Just as I am about to close my door something catches my eye. A pink piece of paper stuck to Hunter's door, an eviction notice. I frown noticing this and step out into the hallway, I walk to stand in front of the note with saddened eyes.

Why didn't he tell me he has been having money troubles? I thought we were friends. I mean we don't talk to each other, but still. I hesitate when raising my and knock on his door, hoping he isn't in a bad mood. A few minutes later the door swings open and a furious Hunter stands before me.

"CAN'T YOU JUST LEAVE MY ALONE!!!" He yells leaning down to face me, breathing heavily.

I'm shocked, I just stand there frozen, too scared to move. He has given me plenty of glares before, but he has never yelled at me. I'm scared.

"I'm sorry" My voice cracks and breaks.

I turned and scrambled back into my apartment before he could say anything else. I slam my door shut and do up all three looks which is hard with shaking hands. I walk into my room and crawl into my bed.

I lay in silence for a while. calming down takes time. Not long into my forced serenity, there was a loud banging on my door. It was so loud that it resonated throughout the apartment. The sound is followed by a deep rough voice full of anger.

"Angel open up, I'm not going to hurt you." After a few minutes of silence, he tried again. "I didn't mean to yell at you. I-I-I just had a bad morning okay. Come on beautiful, please open the door." For some reason, he sounded sad.

I hate myself for blushing at his comment and for getting out of bed. I'm now standing in front of the piece of wood that is separating Hunter and me, with my hand on the first lock he spoke again only this time he sounded like he was crying, like he was broken.

"I'm so, so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I just... I just..." He stops and takes a deep breath.

I slowly undo the first lock. I felt a little sympathy for him. I know he scared me, but I don't want people to see him in what I believe is a distressed state. With a long drawn-out sigh, I undid the last lock before pulling the door open with my head held high. We stand there in heavy silence. He breaks the silence first.

"Can I come in?" He questions, his voice quiet.

I nod my head before stepping aside to give him room to enter, but with his giant size, I don't think it was much help. I shut the door and walk into the kitchen slowly trying the decipher whether I'm in any danger with Hunter around.

"Did you have breakfast?" I ask looking down at my fidgeting toes.

He nods his head at the same time his belly growls. I try to stifle my giggle, but I think he heard me from his annoyed look. I squeak before I spin around and open the fridge to grab the ingredients to make bacon and eggs. I then go to one of the cabinets to get the flour out to make pancakes, I stop short when I realise that I'm too short to reach it and I don't want to climb in case I drop something. I look over my shoulder to see Hunter holding a hand to his face mainly covering his mouth. I have a sneaking suspicion that he is finding this amusing.

"Um, King can you help me for a moment?" I stutter out my question, trembling with the anticipation of his reaction. "To get the flour." I turn back around.

I didn't hear anything and thought he had left, imagine my surprise when I was forced against the counter and held in place by 135 kilograms of body. I was getting uncomfortable because Hunter wasn't even moving although he already got the flour and set it in front of me. After a few minutes, I felt arms wrap around my middle and a weight settle on my head. I was confused as to what he was doing until I realised he was hugging me. The Hunter Kingsley is hugging me. He didn't like emotions or touching, so why? I had my answer sooner than I thought I would get it.

"I'm sorry I hurt you, I didn't mean it." He mumbled into my hair. He felt guilty.

"It-it's fine, you didn't hurt me," I whisper, gently gripping the counter.

"Yes, I did." He nuzzles my head again.

"How?" I ask.

He remained quiet. 

"Oh, well it's okay now," I say wanting to get away from him. I don't think my face can get any redder.

His response is muffled by my hair. He is now gripping my waist so tightly that I think he's going to leave bruises.

"Um, King I need to make the food." I rush out hoping he will let go. He lifts his head and looks down at me to speak.

"Then make the food." He sounds almost smug, he puts his head back in its original spot.

How the hell am I meant to do that? And why won't he move? I bet it's probably because he thinks I still haven't forgiven him. I guess I must do this with a man-baby hanging on my back. Why did I have to ask if he had breakfast? Why?

For the rest of the morning, I had to manoeuvre around the kitchen with the giant attached to my back. It was very difficult, but I did it. In front of me are two plates full of feet and yes, I mean equally full of food, we may not be equal in size but our stomachs are.

I swear he turns into a little kid when he feels guilty, It's kind of cute- I mean stupid, it's childish. If this is what he acts like behind closed doors then we need to have a serious talk about his behaviour in public. I sat down to only be lifted back up and placed on a lap, Hunter's to be precise. I blushed harder than any tomato possible. He wraps an arm around me and uses the other to pull my plate over to us. After what seemed like hours, but in reality, only minutes, the silence was broken.

"Uh, King can I sit in my chair?"

"No." His answer to firm.

"But-" I try to speak, but he cuts me off.

"No." He sounds sad.

"Okay, okay." I hold my hands up in surrender.

He hugs me tighter nearly squeezing me. I begin to eat. He finished his food long before me and apparently, he likes my cooking. I go to get up to put the dishes in the sink, but I am held down by two arms folded across my lap. I try to move the arms but with my strength or lack of I don't get very far. I gave up with a huff and waited for him to finish his snuggling. When He is done I jump out of his arms the second I get the chance to, but my freedom is short-lived as I find myself yet again in his arms.

I struggle to do the dishes. With a sigh and the last plate washed I walk to my room with Hunter still wrapped around me. I head towards my closet after seating him on my bed. Once I got my clothes than proceeded to the bathroom to take a shower. I looked in the mirror to see my wild curly hair untamed and my eyes had dark purple bags under them from my lack of sleep. I still need to talk about the eviction letter with Hunter. However, with his current attitude, I don't think I will make any progress. With another sigh, I climb into the shower.