The Hunter's Angel

Chapter 8: Hunter's P.O.V

I follow Angel through the car yard towards the office. I try to ask her what car she brought, but she keeps quiet. As Richard leads Angel to a desk scattered with papers, I pull out a chair for Angel and when she sits down, I push the chair in. They speak in hushed voices throughout the negotiation and I am only mentioned once and that was to hand her bag over. I still haven't found out what kind of car she bought and how much it cost.

Angel stands up and Richard hands her a set of keys before leading us back outside. He and Angel walks toward a large red Toyota. Richard takes a sign off the car and rubs out any markings left on the windshield before shaking Angel's hand then mine and bidding farewell. Angel unlocks the car and gets in the driver's seat before beckoning me to the passenger side. I get in with a huff. I know for sure now that this car must have cost a lot.

On our way home neither of us say a word. It was a quiet journey, but I could tell that Angel was happy to finally not have to rely on the bus as a mode of transport. I would be too if I wasn't worrying for my life, It's not that she is a bad driver she is pretty good behind the wheel, It's just that she hasn't driven in so long, I'm surprised she still has her licence.

The drive home was quick and uneventful. When we stopped, I got out first and walked to Angel's side to open the door for her, but she got out before I could reach her. I sigh and adjust the handbag that I notice I am still carrying. I walk behind Angel and search her bag for the house keys when I find them it is a hassle to unlock the door. The door swings open with a creek and I tumble in, nearly head-butting the wall in the process.

Angel takes the keys on the way in and grabs her handbag from me before walking into the living room, ruffling through the bag. She takes out one of the sandwiches that we didn't eat. I sigh and sit down before placing my head in my hands. I look up at Angel.

"Are you going to tell me how much it cost?" I ask her.

She turns away still eating her sandwich before answering; "What?"

"You know what I'm talking about." I stand up but sit down again when I see her flinch. I ask her again. "The car, Angel. How much did it cost?"

The sandwich is discarded by now and the distance between us grows. "I don't want to tell you." Her answer holds weak defiance.

I soften my voice. "I want to know, Angel. I have a right to know, I will be driving the car as well."

She takes a couple of steps away from me and I restrain myself from walking to her. I don't feel comfortable with the distance between us. "Sev...thou..." She mutters under her breath.

"What?" I ask.

"Seve...thous..." Her voice is unbelievably soft.

"Angel, I can't make out what you are saying." I try not to sound frustrated.

This time she turns around, so she isn't looking at me anymore when speaking. "Se-Seven Thousand." Her voice isn't much louder. But it is clearer than before.

The house is silent for a long second before a shouted 'WHAT!?' leaves my mouth and I am standing, towering over her. I am kicking myself shortly after though when Angel takes off down the hall and into her room all the while repeating the frantic phrase 'I'm sorry.' Over and over again. The door slams shut in unison with me falling back down to the couch.

Just when I was making progress I had to go and scare her. With a sigh, I stand and slowly walk towards her room. I knock on her door gently in hopes of showing her that I am not hostile, it doesn't work, and I am met with painstaking silence. Seeing as she won't be up for face-to-face conversing for a while, I sit down with my back against the door with my elbows on my bent knees.