Angel looked around the room he was silently standing in, thinking he had worked his ass off to own the things he had, blinking slowly he ran a hand over his fireplace, loving the way the smooth wood felt against the tips of his fingers, sighing he dropped his hand and turned away from the mantel place instead walking over to the leather sofa where he took a seat, his head falling back onto the soft cushions.
It seemed sooner had come faster then he had wanted or hoped, it was time he told Darla about Buffy.
He had texted her earlier asking her to come round as he had needed to see her, he just prayed they could sort something out...but then again she was Darla.
Sitting there in silence Angel once again found himself looking around his apartment, knowing if Darla's father fired him he could lose more then just his job but the flat as well, as without his wages there was no way he could afford to keep the apartment.
And he loved this apartment, it was his home.
Closing his eyes he tried to think of happier things but the fact he was most likely going to be left homeless and single was playing on his mind, he knew he was in love with Darla...how could he not be, they had been together for years, shared so many amazing memories together.
Angel cursed himself for the millionth time that day...why did he have to go out that night? Why did he have to drink way too much and fuck some girl he had known in high school?
Lifting his head he frowned, he shouldn't be thinking about Buffy like that but yet he couldn't help himself, he was going to lose everything because of that one drunken night.
Angry with himself for being so selfish towards the mother of his child Angel pushed himself up from his seat with a harsh movement.
Stalking over towards the cabinet in the corner of the room he grabbed the liquor bottle that he kept there for special events, feeling the need for the drink Angel pulled the top free before bringing the bottle to his lips and taking a healthy amount.
"It's a bit earlier in the day for drinking don't you think?"
Turning towards the owner of the voice Angel swallowed the remaining drink with a grimace before pushing the lid back into place and settling the bottle on the cabinet, knowing he was going to need it after this was over.
"I didn't hear you come in." He told her trying to change the subject.
Shrugging Darla came further into the room towards him, "I wanted to surprise you," reaching him she lifted her head and accepted the kiss she was looking for, pulling away she continued, "So, what was so important you felt the need to drink?"
Taking a deep breath Angel tried to ignore the burning in his throat from the alcohol he had just drunk, "Before I tell you, I need you to know I love you," he said wanting to get that bit of information out in the open.
Rolling her eyes Darla turned away from him, "Jeez Angel, what's with the lovey dovey stuff...it's sounds like your dying or something."
Watching her walk away Angel decided now was the time to tell her, "I slept with someone."
As if time slowed Angel watched everything happen in slow motion, he could see every muscle in Darla's body tighten as she froze, before slowly turning around to look at him, her blue eyes looking colder then usual.
"What was that?"
Keeping eye contact, he pushed aside the part of him whispering to run and hide because the next few minutes wouldn't be pretty, "The day after you left, the guy's convinced me to go for a night out...thins got out of hand, I'm so sorry."
"Your sorry?" she asked slowly, one of her eyebrows rising, "I don't think sorry's going to cut it!"
Swallowing thickly Angel took the chance to close his eyes, "I know, I fucked up big time and I can't tell you how bad I feel about it."
Laughing Darla stormed over to him, "You...how do you think I feel, I just found out my boyfriend cheated on me while I was away." Pushing him with the anger she was feeling she continued, "I suppose the next thing you'll tell me is you got this girl pregnant." She said, truly believing this day couldn't get any worse...but when he didn't say anything to deny her ludicrous words she knew she was wrong, looking up at him with her mouth hanging open she growled through clenched teeth, "You've got to be kidding me!"
"I wish I was." Angel said truthfully, knowing the slap he received across the face was coming before he felt it.
"How could you be so stupid!" she screamed at him, turning to pick up the first thing she found which happened to be the expensive bottle of alcohol she had walked in to find him drinking, grabbing it she turned and threw it with all her might, the bottle smashing into the wall across the room and spraying everything within a certain space with the liquid and glass.
Wincing at the sound Angel knew he deserved that and much more.
"To sleep with someone is one thing, but to get them pregnant is something completely different!"
"Darla, I never meant for any of this to happen," Angel said trying to make her see how sorry he was, stepping forward he tried to reach for her only to have his hands slapped away.
"Please Darla, I love you."
"Love?" she spat, the word leaving a disgusting taste in her mouth, "You don't know the meaning of the word," she yelled at him, knowing she didn't either.
Staying where he was Angel just looked at her, his eyes holding hers, "I never wanted to hurt you."
Shaking her head Darla ran a hand through her hair, in a lost what to do, "Who is she?"
The question made him pause, should he really tell Darla it was Buffy, she could try and find her and that wouldn't end well, deciding on the safer option Angel spoke, "It doesn't matter."
"Of course it does!" She told him, her eyes glaring into his, "Do I know her?"
Keeping with his decision Angel repeated his last words which only caused Darla to grow angrier with him.
The hours that were spent after that were filled with yelling, screaming and hitting, all of it coming form Darla, by the time she left Angels apartment had been wrecked along with a their relationship, she had made it clear they were no longer together and never would be.
Remaining in the place he had been in for the last ten minutes Angel finally looked away from the closed door, Darla having left through it with a slam a while ago.
Finally realizing all that had happened Angel lowered himself into one of the chairs, his face sinking into his hands, wincing when he did from the cut on him lip where Darla had struck him before she left, sighing Angel felt his body sink further into the seat, his life was fucked up more then ever before.
Slowly he pulled his hands away from his face, his eyes lowering from the closed door to the mobile phone he had placed on the coffee table hours ago.
His next step was anybodies guess.
