Only For You

Training and Missions - 29

*Ravens POV*

I awoke the next morning feeling nervous. I had no idea what I was going to say to Hunter, if i should just ignore it until later or bring it up with him first thing in the morning.

I usually was told to get up by Hunter banging on my door, yet the noise never came. I didn't worry as I had a shower and got dressed. I walked out of my room and banged on Hunter's door, no answer came.

He would most likely get pissed off if I walked in on him in bed with some girl or if he was hung over, but i couldn't help but be slightly concerned.

I pushed open the door. The room was cold, the bed looked slept in, but then again, Hunter didn't seem to be the bed making type of person. I looked on the floor and I started panicking slightly when i saw my note was still there, untouched.

I told myself to breath, he probably just crashed at a friends house, a girls house maybe, my gut twisted at the thought. I was an idiot, I had zero claim over Hunter and I never did, he was a selfish dude with daddy issues. The twist in my gut didn't ease.

Elijah appeared around the corner, I looked up at him and smiled faintly.

"Just the person I was looking for." He said as he spotted me.

"Why is that?" I asked.

"Hunter has been sent off on a mission to a brothel. He should be back in a few days, five days at most. John asked me to train you will Hunter is away." Elijah explained.

That idea that John still thought of me after our conversation last night baffled me. And the idea that Hunter was currently at a brothel made the twist in my gut tighter.

"Well, hopefully you won't be as vicious with me as Hunter was." I chuckled.

He looked at me with a cocky grin on his face. "I'm not so sure about that. Come with me." I followed Elijah through the house. Being with him was easy and comfortable, he was easy to talk to.

We wandered outside, I groaned when I realised we were probably about to go for a run.

"I want you to grab those pair of garden shears and start trimming the top hedge." He pointed at the large square plant that ran the perimeter of the garden.

"You've got to be kidding me, is this a joke, please let it be a joke." I begged. 

"Nope, i'm very serious, you'll be doing the gardeners a favour and you'll beefen up those scrawny arms of yours." He said, sighing as he laid down on a sun bed, pulling out a magazine from god knows where.

I gaped at him.

"You can take your time, the hedges aren't running, though I would like to be up for tea in forty minutes." Elijah taunted as he studied an imaginary watch on his wrist.

I sighed as I picked up the shears and began chopping the overgrown branches of the hedge. Elijah was certainly right about my arms because ten minutes in and they were already burning.

I kept going until I reached the end, I made my way back over to Elijah and threw the shears towards him. He yelped as they imbedded themselves right next to his ear. One thing i could always be proud of was my good aim.