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Chapter Eleven

Recap: John nodded. "She didn't have a mean bone in her body," he said, as he got up, sat down beside her and put an arm around her shoulders. "It's ok" he said quietly. Angela nodded and wiped her tears. She thought back to Jesse for a moment.

Was the child going to die?

The knock on the door somewhat chilled Angela. John got up from the chair he was sitting on and went over to the door, opening it quickly. A woman in what looked like her mind- thirties stood there. A black eye grazed upon her left eye, it looked faded but rather nasty. Her hair seemed dried out, like it had been dyed many times and her red lip –stick was smeared. She smiled weakly when she saw John and quickly darted her eyes around his room.

"Sorry to…um…bother you this late at night, but um, have you seen Jesse lately?"

John shook his head slightly "No, not in a while" then he looked at her eye. "God, did he hit you again?" The women frowned nervously and looked around. John, hearing her mumble yes, raised an eye-brow.

"When did this happen?"

"Thirty minutes ago"

John looked at the young women in the eyes. "He hit Jesse?"

The Women nodded, "But that doesn't matter, I need to find Jesse, if you see her…let me know please"

John nodded and sighed as he saw her go, Angela hearing him mutter "Idiot Woman, letting that Basterd beat on her" Angela felt her heart beat quicken. Jesses missing?

Angela got up rather quickly and picked up her coat, that shaky feeling coming back to her. John grabbing her shoulder stopped her from going out the door.

"Angela, maybe it's just a…"

"Coincidence? …I think not…John, That Child is gone and we need to find her! You know it, but you just want to wait it out. Her life is in stake and if we don't do something"

He was out the door and down the hall before she could finish.

Once they were in the car, John looked over at Angela.

"Where did you see her at?"

Angela shook her head and thought, racking her mind for information.

"It was in a shed, in the woods…I don't know"

She felt like being on the verge of crying. The shaky feeling had not left her gut and the feeling of helpless ness was overwhelming her. Sniffling she looked at the road. Realization hit her.

"The playground"

"The what?"

"The playground, it has a shed in the back of the woods"

John nodded and sped up. Praying that Jesse was ok. He remembered the first time Ray, her step-dad, started beating her and her mom, Layla.

She was sitting, alone. On a chair in the bowling ally. Her hair hung in her face and she was hugging her knees. Parents fighting got out of control again and this time her mother had used her as a shield. Her step father had hit her with a beer bottle in the face, knocking her tooth out and busting her lip. Her cheek felt swollen and stung with a numb feeling. She hummed to herself while she rocked slowly. She heard footsteps coming near her and she trembled, thinking to was her step father.

"What the fuck happened to your lip!"

She sighed. It was only John. She looked back up at him and swallowed. "I…uh…slipped" great. She hadn't run that through her mind before she said it. Now it sounded like it she was lying. John could pick up anything and it seemed like her had already picked up the scent. He sat down beside her and took her face in his hands to inspect it. Also now noticing the fading black eye, he sighed.

John's hands felt cold on Jesse's hot face and she shivered but then noticed how healthy he looked.

"You quite smoking?"

"Yeah, how'd you know?"

"You look better, not pale, and you're not coughing"

"Thanks"

Jesse winced as John touched her swollen cheek, mumbling a sorry, he backed off.

"Did Ray do this to you?"

Jesse nodded but looked at him pleadingly. "Don't do anything please, he'll kill me, it was an accident please"

John sighs, then nods, "okay, but of if it happens again…"

"I know"

That was the last one-on-one conversation they ever had since Beemans burial. She and her mother were the only ones there and it was just…awkward.

As John sped through the narrow streets of Los Angelos, he noticed how Angela was biting her nails vigorously. He was about to say something when he saw her mouth open and "stop" escape her mouth. HE looked out the window to see the playground. It was old and the swings were rusted and the slide looked ruff. The monkey bars had fallen apart and the sand-box was no longer a "sand" box. John stopped and got out of the car. Angela had already jumped out, yelling Jesse's name. The woods became thicker and thicker as he and Angela walked through them. Angela had her gun cocked and ready. The shed was in view now and the silence grew stronger. Every thing was still….

BANG BANG BANG

The sound of a gun rang from the inside of the shed and a girl's scream was all that was heard.

The ambulance was late, but there was no need. The body was too battered to look at or for that matter, try to save. It was clear, Jesse was dead. Angela was sitting on the curb by the playground, feeling such a large pang of guilt she had ever felt. The police had left and now the Ambulance was coming from down the road. She shivered and looked back at John, who was standing behind her, watching her movements.

"Can we go home?"

John nodded and walked back to the car. Once they got in, Angela looked at him.

"I'm sorry"

"For what?"

"I don't know, I feel guilty"

"Well, you're an idiot, because your not"

Angela glared at him, and then pressed her throbbing head in her hand. She felt like giving up, that was two murders and she could have done something to prevent them and yet she didn't.

When they got to the apartment, John saw that the police where there questioning Jesse's mother. He sighed and went into the apartment. It was dark and cold.

"God, did you leave a window…"

Angelina, she remembered they left in such a rush that…oh no.

"John, where's Angelina?" The lights came on and there was no sign of the baby.

"John…"

Constantine strode quickly through the room, looking under the bed, tables, bathroom, and closet.

Nothing.

Angela began to panic, sitting down on the couch she started to breath irregularly. John looked over at her, seeing her distressed state; he went over and held her. She was so cold and trembling. Her face was pale and she looked as if she was thinking. She got up suddenly and went over to the window where the fire escape was. Bending slightly, she picked up something short and white and the tip was burnt. She sniffed it.

Marijuana.

Her head began to feel dizzy as she walked over to John, struggling to keep her breath even. She gave the evidence to John and watched him sniff it. His eyes narrowed.

"Brendan"

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