Author note: umm sorry I haven't updated, I was in Utah for awhile and well…I'm kinda was thinking of the last few chapters and I have something in mind but that leaves a gap so yeah, I'm having a really hard time thinking of things to put in the middle…so what I'm saying is, could you guys help me with filling in the middle? I don't need help for the end just the middle…anyway thanks for the reviews I love you all!

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Chapter 12

Recap: 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"

Constantine felt anger swelling up inside him. That half-breed piece of shit was not going to get away with this. He began to walk towards the door again and threw the old joint into the trash when he walked by. Angela, telling he was pissed off, shook herself of the dizziness and followed him out the door. The police were gone and there was caution tape around Jessie's apartment. Layla was sitting outside the door, slumped in a sort of way, her hands on her head, a gun laid beside her. The sound of TV was booming through the doorway and you could hear drunken laughter behind it. Angela stopped when she saw Layla and went over to her.

The feeling in the back of Angela's gut told her not to confront the mother of the child that she could have saved. She had the power to prevent a life from being taken and yet she just cried herself to sleep and consulted herself, how great the guilt was. Angela's attention was then caught by the site of blood on the side of the distressed mothers face. Angela got up her nerve and bent down and touched Layla's cold arm. The woman tensed but the looked up. Those eyes, the once pretty blue-green eyes were now dark and red. The look of grief and sadness and guilt was so great in them Angela could barley keep eye contact. The traces of old tears were now retraced by new ones when Layla saw Angela. She fell into the physic arms.

The sudden contact made Angela gasp "oh"

But still, what could you do? The woman's child had just been murdered a few hours ago and no one was there to consult her. Angela wrapped her arms around Layla and cried with her.

"She was just a child, what sick person would kill a fucking ten year old" Layla choked out.

Angela didn't know what to say. The guilt became bigger and she felt herself cry more. The pain in her chest worsened. Her inner voice beckoned her to say something, say anything but alas, nothing came from her mouth. She just held Layla for a short while until she found something to say.

"She's somewhere now; God's looking out for her now"

Layla looked up at her. Realization seemed to hit her and she smiled. "Thank you"

Angela walked briskly down the narrow stairs trying to catch up with Constantine, coming only to find him at the bottom of the stair way, looking up at her sorrowfully. No questions were to be asked, he just seemed to know. It wasn't till they were both buckled in the car that he asked her what was on his mind.

"She okay?"

Angela nodded, feeling her stomach clench into knots again. She gripped the steering wheel for a second but her mind drifted to Angelina. God, what she would do if anybody hurt that child.

"Angela…"

"What!"

She didn't mean to snap at him, he just scared her a little with the sudden call of her name.

"It's a green light, in reality that means "Go"!" he through back, pointing a finger at the light. Angela nodded the lack of sleep and caffeine was getting to her. She didn't know where to go, or for that matter where to begin.

"Take a right"

Thank you John. Ok, so maybe she was bitchy without her coffee but that didn't matter. They were in the bad part of town now and dawn was coming. The drug dealers and hookers and gangs were crawling back into there dark holes, waiting for night to come around, to start there sinful business. John told her to stop and got out of the car. Turning toward an alley, he opened a metal door on a side of a brick building. Angela followed making sure her gun was cocked and ready.

They were inside a factory now. An old shut down one. The smell of rusting metal and decaying wood drifted through the air. The combination made Angela want to gag. John was heading over to a small bundle, huddled underneath some stairs. For a moment, Angela's heart was in her throat, but only to fall like a rock to the pit of her stomach when she saw a young boy's head pop up from it.

"That you John?"

His voice sounded cracked and strained. He only sounded about twelve. The shadow of the stairs hid his face.

"Yeah it's me"

The small body began to crawl out from his hole and Angela almost gasped when she saw his body. Burns grazed all of his face and hands and all he wore were rags. He shook with cold and his lips were blue. His hair was full of soot and dirt and lice. When he saw Angela, he limped back…seeming scared. John reached forward and grabbed him by the arm.

"It's ok, she won't bite"

He said it sarcastically and yet there was enough reassurance in his voice to make the kid believe. The child crawled forward and sat down Indian style, crossing his legs. John sighed and looked back at Angela.

"This is Damien, Brendan's son."

Angela looked at Damien and immediately saw the resemblance. Then she looked confusingly back at John.

"But why…"

"Brendan didn't want him, so he killed his mother and abandoned him. Made it look like the kid did it and ran away, case closed long time ago"

Damien looked to the ground and shrugged, mumbling something.

John smirked and looked the side. "Sick Basterd" then he looked back at Damien. "Where's Brendan?"

"Starlet's"

"Thanks kid, stop by my place anytime if you need a place to stay"

The boy only nodded sadly and then went back to sleeping. Angela looked sadly at him. No child should have to live that way.

She followed Constantine outside and back into the car. They sat in silence for a while.

"You know, Damien never likes people to help him, he's the type to always keep his burdens to himself."

Angela looked over at the great exorcist. Was that sadness she saw in the eyes of the on that was the type to not keep his emotions of his sleeves.

John smirked and shook his head. "Stupid kid, but smart."

The crow sitting on the street balconcy twitched its head and spread its wings to fly once again and follow the car.

Yes yes I know…short chapter…..stupied…..yes……but I'm kinda got writers block now so bear with me. REVIEW!