Chapter four
"John..Say something. I know this must come as a shock…but" before Angie could finish what she was about to say, John got up and poured himself something strong. He didn't even look at Angie, but she couldn't stop gazing at him. His expression was that of someone in denial, and Angie could see it.
She got up and walked to the door. She turned to him in a last attempt to see if he would say something to her. He didn't respond to her attempt.
"John, I'll better leave for now.. We'll talk tomorrow." she said as she turned away from him and left.
Constantine walked to his window and watched as Angie got in her cab. It must have been waiting for her, as she probably knew their meeting would be brief.
He lit up another cigarette and sat down on his couch.
"Angie's pregnant. I didn't see that coming. Fuck." He said to himself and wished he hadn't acted like a total fool towards the situation.
He went back to the window in hope that Angie's cap might still be there, but was not surprised she hadn't stuck around for him to come running in the rain after her.
John Constantine had yet again fucked things up. He took his coat and got his shotgun from the bed. "I need to destroy some evil" he said as he walked out from his place.