Here is the sequel. As I go off from Christmas break tomorrow, the chapters may be a little delayed, but I'm sure y'all can be patient. Hope you enjoy and REVIEW just like the first story, love reading them all. Thanks so much! – Lauren.
She lay awake and still, no noise was heard in their house, it was still and quiet but the sound of danger was deafening her. She lay in between the sheets of their bed, the nylon material catching on her wedding ring of one year every time she moved her hand. The red walls of their room closing in on her, reminding her of the danger he was in.
They were the only ones left in Chicago. Dean and Renee packed their things up as soon as they had their baby daughter and moved to Paris, stating that it was a better environment and that Chicago held too many deep pasts that Dean wanted to vanish for the sake of being a father now. They said they would visit of course but it wasn't the same. She missed having them around, she knew Punk missed having Dean around.
Seth and Paige packed up and left not long after them to New York. Paige had got an incredible offer to have her own shop in the city, selling her paintings that people seemed to respect more in New York than in Chicago. Seth encouraged her to take it and decided to follow his heart and go with her, both of them renting out an apartment in the city. Of course they still called every now and then, but again… it wasn't the same as seeing their faces every day like they used to.
She supposed at the time it would give her and Punk more time to focus on them, to be involved with each other more but she desperately wished for Dean and Seth more than anything, for them to help Punk.
She wasn't sure how it all happened, she can't remember frankly, all she could remember was Punk sitting her down and telling her he had to do it, for the sake of them and their children who were approaching the age of two. She didn't have an opinion, ever since that moment she never got to say how she felt because deep down, she knew that he knew how she felt.
He wasn't the same Phil he was a year ago when she married him and he made all these promises to her, he had changed, he had lost himself somewhere in the threats and the harassment, he didn't have his friends to encourage him on what to do. She felt like she was doing this parenting thing on her own, he barely had enough spirit to give the kids a smile anymore and that saddened her.
She was worried about him, she was worried that this was what life would be like from now on, the constant waiting, the silence between them when they watched TV at night. She didn't expect married life to be like this, if she knew this was what it would be like, she wouldn't have done it.
She understood that he had to do this, he'd been forced, threatened, told that if he never done what he was asked to do, those scars on his face would reform back into burns, he was threatened that his kids wouldn't live to see their second birthday, or he wouldn't get to share his 2nd wedding anniversary with his wife. She knew he didn't want to do this, but there wasn't really a choice in the matter. Do or die and that was the issue.
She heard the light footsteps stumble upstairs, late on 4am, early for a Friday night she supposed.
Their room door opened and she closed her eyes. If he knew she wasn't sleeping at night that would just be another thing for him to worry about. The only thing he really was focused on, was making sure his wife and his two infant children were safe, he'd do whatever he had to do to keep them safe.
AJ heard slight wincing coming from the shower room in their room where he had went into, the light sneaking out the bottom, top and edges of the door. She'd use that as her excuse.
She stood up out of bed, taking her zipper that was on the bottom of the bed, zipping it up on herself and heading to the shower room, opening the door over, seeing him standing in his jeans with his top stripped off, revealing some gashes.
"Sorry, did I wake you?" He asked as he noticed her standing at the door, dabbing his wounds as she looked on with such fear.
"No." AJ shook her head, "Are you ok?" She asked, not wanting to ask what happened, he'd say the same thing he did all the time, 'Just some business.'
"Yeah. Go back to bed." Punk whispered with a tired smile, sitting down on the edge of the bath as she walked towards him, taking the cloth he was using and cleaning his chest, watching his head sink down to the ground as she did so.
She could tell he missed his friends so much, maybe if his friends were here with them, he wouldn't be sucked back into this horrible way of life. A lot of people would probably question her on why she was still with him if he was going out and doing these horrible things for a living, but she loved him and knew what kind and sweet man he really was, they were married and they stuck together.
"Thanks." Punk said as he watched her get the first aid kit out from under the sink, taking some antiseptic wipes out and using them on him now. Advantages of being married to a nurse.
"Does it hurt?" AJ asked him, wondering if he needed any tablets, not wanting him to feel any pain, he already was feeling enough on the inside.
"It did. The pain is easing off now." Punk said.
"Ok." AJ nodded, thoroughly cleaning the wounds, throwing the wipes in the trash and rinsing out the cloth in the sink, looking at the blood rinse away down the plug hole as she wrung out the soft material.
"Are you coming to bed?" Punk asked her as he stood up.
"Yeah, I'll be there in a minute." AJ said, feeling him kiss her shoulder on his way out.
She didn't know how long she could do this for. What was stopping them from getting up and leaving to a hot country were the view was great? The fact they would be traced because whenever Punk went anywhere now he was being watched, the fact they didn't have enough money, the wedding and buying this house practically broke Punk to his last few pennies, not to mention having two children to fend for. They were trapped in this little bubble and she felt intoxicated in her own fear. Her children didn't deserve to be brought up around this, around their parents intensity. It wasn't fair on them and it wasn't fair on AJ and Punk who dreamed of giving their children the best life possible, getting off to a horrible start.
Punk had kicked off his jeans and got into bed, the only place where he felt he could really be him again, the only place he could tell his wife how much he loved her, the only place he wasn't being watched.
He was reliving his nightmare all over again and this time he was all alone. No Seth, no Dean. Just him and a bunch of rotten men who were trying to guide him into their way of life. Threatening him with his wife and two small children, knowing he couldn't refuse them when his family were put on the line.
He wasn't providing the life his family needed and that was what annoyed him and ashamed him. His wife of one year who was the toughest person he knew had even began to break down. Whenever they held so called 'meetings' in the house, the way all their perverted eyes looked upon her, he'd bit his tongue so hard one time it started to bleed.
He wasn't sure how he found himself in this mess again. As soon as Dean and Seth had left Chicago, he knew he was being watched, he knew he was getting unknown calls from familiar voices. The minute his family was on the line, he agreed to anything and that was what got him here, the sheer love for his family, the focus to keep them safe and protected, yet he was probably going out every night and tearing someone else's family apart.
He couldn't believe she was still here and by his side. The minute he told her that it was the way it had to be and that he couldn't risk anything with these type of men, especially being alone without his two sidekicks, she understood and that was all Punk needed from her. If she left him, if the kids were pulled away from him, he might as well just jump off a building. He'd have nothing to live for.
He watched her as she walked out of the shower room, shutting the door and turning the light off, making her way back round the bed and getting into the covers, sinking into the duvet as she faced him.
"Another night over." Punk said, kissing her head softly as she nodded.
"Are you back out tomorrow night? It was just… I was going to take the twins out, get them out the house for a bit, I was wondering if you wanted to come." She said, wanting to get out of this gas like house for a night, maybe she'd take the kids to the zoo, or to the movies, maybe a park or carnival, anything that could possibly take her mind off everything.
"I'm out tomorrow." Punk said, realising how much he was missing of everything.
"Right." AJ nodded, "I'll just go myself then." AJ said, acting like that was ok with her when it really wasn't.
None of them had contacted Dean or Seth or the girls to tell them about Punk being back in trouble, Punk said it was best not to worry them, knowing that if Dean or Seth knew Punk was in danger, they would be back in Chicago in a flash and that wasn't what Punk wanted. Just because his life was fucking up didn't mean he had to take Dean and Seth down with him who were both living perfectly good lives.
"How long will you be tomorrow night?" AJ asked him, looking at him deeply, not believing the change in his expressions for a year ago, he had massive eye bags, ongoing injuries and probably a good bit of depression.
"I'm not sure. Could be a long night." Punk said, "I'll leave money for you to take the kids out." He said, thinking of things to do that would make things a little easier for AJ.
"Ok." AJ nodded.
"I love you." Punk said, stroking her cheek with the pad of his thumb, watching her just shut her eyes and take a relaxed sigh.
"I love you too." She opened her eyes back up and reached over, kissing him on the lips, feeling him kiss back just as deeply, his hand running down her side, past her hip and to her thing, grabbing her round on top of him, their lips still attached as she leaned down to get better access to his lips. She felt his hands on her waist, grinding her hips against his hardened length through his boxers as they both moaned into the kiss.
Punk stripped her t-shirt from her, revealing her perky breasts that he just couldn't resist to touch. While massaging them in both hands, hearing AJ's cat like moans, he noticed she was already stripping down her bottoms to where nothing was hiding her.
"You look beautiful…" Punk said, pulling her down again for a kiss, her breasts pressing down against his chest as she continued to feel his hard length poke up through his boxers. Saving him the trouble, she pulled his boxers down, throwing them over in the corner and finally looking upon him, stroking him up and down a few times before she lowered herself onto his pulsing length, filling her completely, her hands firmly on his chest as she began to bounce up and down on him lightly, enough to still create loud moans from them both.
The love they had in the bedroom had never left, the love they had completely had never left, it just wasn't the same.
"April… baby you feel so good." Punk moaned, his hands on either side of his wives hips, helping her move up and down on him, loving this position as he got to see all of her, not to mention getting the view of her breasts bouncing up and down every time she did.
"Phil. Oh… Phil." AJ moaned, rolling her head back every now and then to where her hair touched his thighs and the mattress, her eyes rolling back with her as she continued to make herself and her husband happy, this being the only time they didn't have to be scared.
"April…" Punk flipped AJ onto her back, really having a strong urge now that had to be fulfilled by his own animalist actions, thrusting into her as she arched her back on the bed, his throbbing length going as deep as he could go, setting every button on inside her.
"Touch me… Phil… Oh god." AJ moaned, taking his hand and lowering it down to her core, feeling him catch on and begin to stroke her clit while he continued to pound into her. The stimulation of her clit while he dragged along her g-spot inside was enough to shake her walls and close in around him.
"I'm gona… Phil…" AJ moaned as she grabbed at his back, scraping her nails down him as he felt her juices coat him, giving him enough friction to come himself, pulling out of her and stroking himself up and down until his seed spilled over her stomach, low toned growls coming from him as he coated her stomach in his warm fluids, collapsing on top of her, his breathing heavy in her ear as she kept his arms around him, holding on to him tightly.
Things were hard, maybe even more than hard, but they had each other and that's what got them through it. This would all come to an end, AJ believed it would. They were good people, they deserved a happy life and she was sure she was going to get it, just not at this moment.
"I love you." Punk said, kissing her neck as she shut her eyes and cupped the back of his head.
"I love you too." AJ moaned.
There were going to get through this. They said it on their wedding day, for better or worse. They just had to stick together and have faith that everything would be ok.
Well, looks like things have drastically changed. Let's see were this story takes us. Hope you enjoy this story as much as the first one.
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