Ok guys! Here is another story I'm thinking of. It just popped into my head one day so it may be a one-shot or it may be a story. I don't know it depends on how I feel. So please review and help out please.
Chapter one
John Constantine stood wearily near the window, looking out over his surroundings of his apartment. Dusk was creeping closer and the shadows of the night began to come to life. John sighed as the sun began to set and began let the evil of the night free to roam. It was only the beginning, a beginning where there was going to be no end. No end to suffering, No end to pain, No end to tragedy. John walked away from the window as the night began to dim. He turned on a nearby lamp on a nightstand to scare the dark away, for now. The drawer to the nightstand was open a tad, reveling the tiny edge of a picture. A picture John had locked away and never wanted to look at for a long, long time. He gulped and shut the drawer quickly and turned away,as memories began to flood his head.
It hurt too much to think about those times. The times when…A knock on the door struck him from his thoughts. He sighed and walked over to the door and opened it a tad (the gold chain lock blocking the door) Angela stood outside the door way smiling sadly, the kind of expression the told something happened. John closed the door, unlocked it and opened it wider and let her in. Angela strode in and turned on her heel to face John. He closed the door and turned to face her, a blank expression played upon his face. "Well…how's it been?" John asked quietly trying to find conversation. Angela looked up at him with her brown eyes that held sadness. "Good, learning new things every day" she smiled weakly. Something about that sentence worried John a little. A LITTLE being the key words. John raised an eye-brow, debating whether or not he should press the subject. "Really now, like?" His curiosity clearly showed and Angela face seemed to grow a little pale. She swallowed the bad tasting feeling that threatened to burst at any moment. It was too much, just seeing John standing there made her want to just hold him. Just steal all his pain away and tell him not to be so hard on him self sometimes. Oh the things she had seen and learned.
Angela closed her eyes for a second and opened them. "Isabelle had a daughter" The words scorched her breath as she let them out. Growing up, Isabelle and she always told each other everything, no matter how personal. But this, this was….unlike Isabelle. "What?" John asked, stunned. Angela looked away, trying to hide the tears. She didn't know why, but she felt guilty. The child was now in an orphanage, with no parents, not knowing her mom. Isabelle had told Angela she couldn't leave but Angela just thought she was insane. "It's my entire fault John, it is" she looked back up at John to find him with the most sympathetic look.
John had winced at the word daughter but Angela didn't catch it. John sighed and put a hand on her shoulder to direct her attention. "Angela, I've told you time and time again, it's not your fault. Would youget that shit out of your head. It was never your fault to begin with….well maybe the ignoring you're……but that's not the point." He took his hand and grabbed her chin softly. "Now stop crying ok, and explain" Angela nodded and followed John as he strode over to the table and sat down across from her.
Angela explained that Isabelle had a baby around the time she was put in the hospital, secretly, and then she put it in a home. Angela found this out from looking at files trying to find something. "She's about 3 and her name is Angelina" John looked away for a moment. Thinking. Angela drummed her fingers lightly against her leg. As a child she had been ADD or ADHD, it was one of those, but she grew out of what ever it was when she was 16. Isabelle never had trouble with hyper ness or board ness .She had a long attention span. That's what Angela envied about her. But when it came to not crying when something bad happened or not showing fear, Angela was the person. When both Izzy and Angela's life took a dramatic turn when there own father drowned there mother in a bathtub after beating her. Then took there baby brother and stabbing him three times in the throat. Both her and Izzy hid in there closet, tightly locking it. Angela covered Izzy tiny cries while she just sat there, emotionless. Izzy had always been there for her and Angela for Izzy. Now Angela needed to be there for the baby.
"Well, this really doesn't surprise me" John said, "New things are just popping up for this girl" he thought. Angela nodded at his words and looked at him in the eye's. "John, what can I do? I don't want this kid to end up in a foster home like me and…" she trailed off. John was looking at her curiously. "Your sister and you were in a foster home?" he asked, trying to hide his eagerness to know. Angela sighed. Sooner or later he was going to find out. "Yes John, we were" She looked at him again with sadness in her chocolate eyes. John touched her hand that was lying on the table top. Then he saw it all. Angela and her sister hiding from there crazed father while he beat the shit out of there mother and drowned her. He was drunk and the butcher knife was stained with blood. He moved on to the next victim, the baby. Then John was about to see the other horror that entered Angela's life when there father found them, but Angela snapped him from the vision. "Anyway, I don't know what to do. I live in a one bedroom apartment and the work hours are endless and well…" she was about to tell him visions but she dare not. "Well you could come live with me" The words slipped from Constantine's mouth to fast for him to swallow them back up. He hid his embarrassment with a mask of emotionless.
Angela sat there, stunned. Ok, the man she was currently dreaming about and had a tiny love situation over had just invited her to bring the kid and live with him. What could she say? What could she do?
A moment of silence ticked on. "You know what forget what I…." John started when he could not take the silence anymore. "John if you're willing I will." She cut him off with that soothing voice of hers. Now it was his turn to be stunned. Angela smiled at this new emotion he was displaying. "You will?" he asked shakily before, he thought, she would change her mind. Angela nodded and smiled. "Thank you so much" she said as she got up and walked to the door with John. "No problem." He said. Angela looked at him nervously, and then she hugged him. "It's nice to see you again." She whispered. John stood there stiff as a board, processing thoughts through his head before he mentally kicked himself and hugged Angela back. Angela looked back up at him and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek before turning to go. "See you soon." She smiled again and left. John put a hand on the spot where Angela kissed him and smiled to him self. Note to self: be more…nicer to Angela and may get more rewards.
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