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Chapter Three

Angela woke the next morning to find John sleeping with the baby in his arms. The picture was just too cute to believe. Angelina's small arms were wrapped half-way around John's neck and her face was on his chest. Angela smiled and lay back down. Taking in the picture as much as she could. (A/N. Does any body else think that is just cute? John with a baby, sleeping! AWWW) The sun was barley creeping its way through the windows and the dew was just setting. Morning traffic could be heard outside and the hustle and bustle of Los Angelos was now beginning. When she got back from reality she found John staring at her. She looked back at him and smiled.

"Good morning" She cupped his cheeks and looked him in the eye.

"Are you OK today?" she asked, trying not to revert to memories that were reveled. John looked at her with lazily eyes.

"I haven't even had my coffee."

He groaned and noticed the baby in his arms. The baby was still sleeping and clinging to his shirt with a strong grip. John sighed and picked up the baby and sat on the edge of the bed. Angela sat up and and looked at them." Man, I really need to bring my camera next time there asleep together" she thought then smiled at the thought. John looked back at her and gave her the baby. He then got up, stretched, and went to the kitchen and started to make coffee. Something beeped and John cursed.

"Shit!" He quickly looked at his watch and cursed again. He turned to Angela, staring at the annoyed look on her face. He shrugged and muttered "sorry" and pulled on some new clothes. (Angela catching a glimpse of his boxers  ) John then turned to look at Angela again.

"Sorry, but I have….a…uh appointment it you will" he said. Angela sighed then nodded.

"Go on, I'll be fine"

"Are you sure? I mean I could…." John began but Angela shook her head. "Go on before I start getting in your fucking business" She smirked after that seeing the confused look on his face. Before he could protest Angela had him out the door and gone. She sighed and went to pick up Angelina. The babe was still asleep and, when Angela picked her up, moved a little to adjust. Her little white dress with a yellow ribbon was a little wrinkled and worn. Her mess of black curly hair was tattered and tangled. The baby woke and smiled at Angela and reached out hands to touch Angela's face. Angela smiled and brought her face down and allowed the baby to touch her face. She kissed Angelina's finger tips and held her.

"You need a bath." She said in a babyish voice and went into the bathroom. The bathtub was WAY too deep for a child this age; Angela sighed and looked for a pan of some type. When she found one she filled it with warm water, undressed the baby and started to wash her. The baby cooed at the feeling of the water and laughed when Angela splashed her a little.

When Angela was done she dried the baby girl off and dresses her in a little pair of blue footie-pj's. The baby coughed and then smiled. Angela smiled back and went to look around the apartment. She walked over to the old book case and looked at the choices of books. Every thing from Angels, Heaven, Demons, and curses to the Bible.

Wait……Bible?

Angela raised an eyebrow at this and grabbed it almost instantly, curiosity taking its toll. Angela studied the battered bible. The spine of it was worn and torn. Probably from someone opening it constantly. The pages looked old and they were torn in a few places. Verses were highlighted and underlined everywhere. Obviously someone really loved to read it.

Angela smiled at the thought and put it back. Noting the odd choices of books she saw three pictures.

One was Katie, probably when she was younger and (what do you know) John was with her. Hair messy, cigarette hanging out his mouth, and usual bad-boy look on his face. His arm was draped around Katie, who was looking up at him smiling.

The second was a girl who looked a lot like John. Her hair was pitch black and cut super short. She had a few freckles on her nose and her eye's were a beautiful blue. She was giving the picture taker the finger and lighting a joint at the same time.

Angela picked the second one up and read the scribble on the back. It read:

Christie Constantine, 20 years old.

Angela took this must be a sister of John. "He never ever mentioned siblings" she thought and moved on to the next picture.

The third was smaller than the others and more compact. It also looked older and the creases showed. It was in black and white and had a young man and woman in it. The woman was sitting in a chair, her long hair cascaded over her shoulders and her large eye's shown. The man was behind her with one hand on the girls shoulder. He looked tall and muscular. His eye's showed meanness and hate.

Angela brought her eye brows together in thought. She looked at the back.

The son of a bitches who brought me here. (a.k.a. Mr. and Mrs. Constantine)

Angela touched the photo and a second of a memory played.

A man was standing over a small bow and was holding a belt in his left and had just shattered a vase over the boy's back and head. Angela could hear as woman screaming in the background. Memories suddenly hit Angela from her own life.

Angela gasped and dropped the picture frame. Good thing it didn't have glass, it just made a loud clunk. She picked it up and put it back. She sighed and sat on the bed looking at the baby crawling around like a cat, looking at her new surroundings.

Wait…cat?

"Oh shit!" Angela jumped up and grabbed Angelina. Grabbing some new clothes, she and the baby walked out. Jumping in her SUV she strapped the baby in and drove to her apartment. When she got there duck was sitting by the door meowing. Angela smiled in relief and grabbed him. When she turned to leave she noticed something on her window. She became curious so she went over. A message. She breathed on to it thinking that would make it more eligible. It read:

I love you Angelina

Angela thought in disbelief for a moment. It was Isabel's handwriting and….no it can't be. Angela just smiled and left her apartment. Duck in hand.

She got in the car noticed Angelina was looking out the window. Toward the sky so blue. "What is it Lina? You see your mom?" Angela smiled at the thought and turned the car non to drive back to John's apartment.

When she got there she found John sitting at the table drinking Scotch. "What now? You going to try to get liver poisoning?" Angela said letting Duck spring form her hands and Angelina crawl on the ground. John eyed the cat. "Wondering what happened to the cat…no just…stressful day." Angela smiled. "Oh, thought someone like you never got stress full days? Give some of that!" She snatched John's drink out of his hand and chugged it down. John stared when Angela slammed the glass down and pulled her hair out of the rubber band.

"What's wrong with you? Look in to something you shouldn't have?" John snickered.

Angela had a look in her eyes like she wanted to hit him but she just shook her head. "No, just…stress full" John smiled. "Oh, I thought people like you don't get stressful days" he said, sarcasm creeping in. " shut-up" Angela said, pouring more into the glass and drinking it faster. Then the pattern creped in. Before John knew it the whole bottle was almost gone and Angela's eyes were red and puffy.

"Angela, I think you should stop…." "No, you didn't have something that brought up bad memories today and a message that scared you shit-less." Tears were now coming down and the bottle was now empty. Her head was bent and she look frightening.

Hair covering her face and hands shaking. John scooted his chair closer and put a hand on her shoulder. "Don't touch me" Angela struck out in a painful voice. "Angela, what's wrong?" John became a little worried and complicated.

"I hated him and her" Angela mumbled.

John heard her and became sincere. "They always…hated her. Showing her no respect and then there was me. The hurt one." Angela looked up and sobbed. "He killed her John, He killed her" John nodded and held her. Angelina had fallen asleep on John's leg with duck curled around her.

John understood now. Not fully but a little.

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