A Different Kind Of Love Story

17. The tables have turned

    Axel's POV - 2 hours earlier

   After the auction ended, I gave half of the money to the lady that helped me with it. Then, I gave half of the money that I was left with to the store.

   I wasn't exactly happy with the amount I was left with.

         Now

  I'm searching through the city, looking for places that need more employees. The thing is, I do NOT want to be a cashier. I could barely manage the auction for 2 minutes!

  I walked for hours looking for a job, but none of them stood out to me. I need the money, but I want a nice place to work at, too.

   I walked and walked, until I stumbled across a police station. That's when I decided it was enough searching for today. I was about to turn away when I spotted someone familiar.

   "Carter?" I yelled.

  He looked at me with wide eyes.

   "Axel? Hey, man! How are you doing?"

   I walked up to him.

  "Ah...not so well. I'm looking for a job."

   Carter is a police officer. I met him when I found out that my parents were murdered. He became my friend out of pitty, but at least I had one. Eventually, he had to move to New York because the police back at my city was treating him like shit.

   We've never seen eachother again until now.

  "Really? Good luck on that! How has been life treating you? Are you okay?"

  I looked away. I was kinda embarrassed to tell him about my life...

  "Not really. I'm a bit broke. I need money, that's why I'm searching for a job."

  "Oh...well, if you don't want to talk about it, it's fine. How come you came to New York?"

  "I had to meet up with someone to make an auction. It went well, but I didn't get a lot of money out of it."

  "I'm sorry to hear that. I would love to help you look for a job, though! Maybe I could help you find a job right here!"

   Then he pointed at the police station.

   I'm not gonna lie, I don't like the police. Especially detectives. After all these years, they haven't figured out who killed my parents.
    Needless to say, I hate them.

  "Uh, thank you but I don't really think I-"

   "You don't need to thank me! Just come here tomorrow and I'll tell you the news then."

   I felt too bad to refuse him, so I left it as it is. After we said our goodbyes I sighed. I don't want to work with the police. What could I even do? I didn't go to college!

   I was so frustrated that when I got home, I went straight to bed. When I woke up the next day, I felt anxiety crawling through my body.

   What if Carter really did find a job? I don't want to work there!
   Wait...what if he didn't find one?! I need money desperately! Oh God!

   I finally got up and went to shower. A nice cold bath to distract me from my thoughts.

   I headed out to the police station after about 3 hours. I didn't want to go, but I didn't want to refuse Carter's offer either.

   I got here later than I anticipated. Let's just say I got lost on the way...

    "Hey, Carter! Some news?"