Chapter Three! You finally get to meet Phil here, and a tiny tiny bit of interaction with Aj at the very end. Again, I like to reply to reviews, and currently my PMs aren't working so here are the replies:

Venia Stark: Thank you so much. You have no idea how much that means to me. I love when people review, full stop, but when someone puts thought into a review it actually makes my day. Ily.

LeCrazz: Thanks a lot (I know that sounds sarcastic, but im being genuine), I'm really glad you like the story, and shoutout to you for having awesome shipping taste!

CloveHGRue: here is a new chapter, with 'more from wherever Aj is'! I'm glad you like the story.

jcott3: Fucking preach that! Every time I see a story like that I actually want to get sick. I hate OCs so much, it's just girls' ways of getting to be with their favourite wrestlers, but all the stories are the exact same. More often than not the girl's in an abusive relationship, and the boy comes and saves her. Not an awful idea at first, but I've seen it so many times now, it just annoys the fuck out of me. Thank you so much as well, and by any chance do you remember the name of that story, I'd love to read it.

Guest: thank you so much, I'm glad you enjoy reading this.

Guest: thanks a million, I'm so happy you like this story. Punk is introduced here, and you kind of get an Aj/Punk interaction, but not really. There's a lot more of that to come in the next chapters.

MegChambersLt: you're actually amazing, I love you so much! I'm so glad you're enjoying this story, and it means so much to me that you reviewed. Not really an Aj/Punk confrontation here, but kind of. Not gonna say anymore or I'll spoil it, so read the chapter. Hope you like it.

I'm not 100% happy with this chapter, but every time I tried to rewrite it it just got worse, so bear with me for now! I have good plans for the rest of this, so hopefully it will improve! And I wanted to update, because I personally find if people don't update in a while I lose interest in the story and forget what's happened.

Thank you to everyone who followed, favourited & reviewed! You all make me smile just thinking about it! Tell me what you think of this chapter, and if you've any advice for the story, I'd love to hear it!

Ciara x

Phil Brooks raced up the stairs of his apartment block. He had parked two blocks away- it would be too suspicious to park right outside- and, though he would never admit it to anyone, all the empty buildings in the pitch black had really freaked him out. It was different when you were with people, but when you were by yourself, it was beyond creepy.

He tried to push open the door to his apartment, but it was locked. He cursed under his breath. He could never find the right door. He tried a few more, but he was still unsuccessful. Fuck, how could Seth always remember which one it was? He went back to the staircase and climbed up another flight. To his relief, the first door he tried open. They didn't have a key to it, so they never locked the door.

He smiled slightly as he saw Seth and Dean asleep on the couch, the TV still on. Seth hardly ever got any sleep since- well, you know, and Dean, he was a good kid. He switched off the TV, and his smile evaporated.

"Seth, wake the fuck up," he said, and hit his brother hard in the chest.

"Phil, what the fuck?" Seth said, as he groggily sat up, which woke up Dean, who had been lying on him.

"Where is she?" Phil demanded.

"Where is who?" Seth said back.

"The girl- where the fuck is she? Did you even get her?"

"Of course we got her," Seth said. "She's in the room."

"Chances are she's escaped by now, with the two of you falling asleep," Phil sighed. "She could've walked out the fucking front door!"

Dean spoke for the first time. "Don't worry, she's scared shitless, she's not going anywhere,"

Seth smiled as he stood up. "Dean's right. She's confused as fuck as well. No clue what's going on," He cracked open the door to Aj's room. "She's asleep," he said, closing the door and walking back over to the couch. "Told you she wouldn't escape,"

"Well, I'm going to bed," Phil said, walking towards his room. "Ambrose, you staying over?"

Dean shrugged. "Might as well,"

"You two don't stay up too late." Phil said, as he reached his door. "And don't be too loud," he smirked as he ducked into his room.

Seth's cushion hit the doorframe, missing Phil by inches.

Jeff woke up in his room, the stale stench of beer coming from his mouth. And for a couple of seconds, everything was okay. Wars weren't being fought, and cancer was forgotten. Poverty didn't exist, and rape was a thing of the past. And then the reality hit, ruined his life, and he remembered. Aj.

Fuck's sake, how had she gone? They'd always been so careful, so fucking careful, and now she was gone. He would've cried if he was able, but no tears would come. He couldn't even cry properly. It was so unfair. There was only one thing in this world he was sure he loved, and that was Aj. And then, because apparently the universe fucking hated him, she'd been taken away.

He sat up, brushed his long multi-coloured hair out of his face. He spotted a half-empty bottle of beer on his bedside table, and downed it in one. He thought people said drinking was supposed to take the pain away, but it wasn't working. The pain was still there, and it wouldn't go away. Maybe he just wasn't drinking enough.

He sighed, and pulled himself out of the bed. He groggily got to his feet, swaying slightly. He had a slight headache, but it wasn't that bad. Not yet. He was still drunk. He splashed the cold water on his face, and looked in the mirror. He was a mess. He needed to shave badly, but he didn't trust himself with a razor. It appeared Matt didn't either, as his razor was nowhere in sight.

He ran his hand through his hair, and walked out into the living room area of their flat. "Morning," Matt said, and Jeff couldn't help but think how accurate it was that he left out the good. He didn't bother to reply. What was the point?

"I'm going over to Randy's, we're gonna try figure out how to get her back. You wanna come?" Matt grabbed his car keys from the island. Jeff simply shook his head, and Matt sighed as he walked out the door. Jeff collapsed on the couch, breaking down inside.

That was one of the many differences between the brothers. Matt would do everything he could do, while Jeff failed to see the point in trying if you knew it wasn't going to work. Matt would busy himself with little things, while Jeff would just lay around, thinking about it. Matt would bury his feelings deep down inside, while Jeff just completely let them consume him.

Matt raced down the stairs to his car, and Jeff cried himself to sleep on the couch.

A blood-curdling scream rang through the apartment, waking up everyone inside. Aj sat up in bed, desperate to know what was going on. Were they torturing someone? Had they kidnapped someone else as well? What the fuck was happening?

"John!" Aj slowly stood up out of her bed. "John, no, not John," She took a tiny step towards the door, praying the floorboards didn't creak. "No, take me instead," She cracked open the door, and was amazed at what she saw.

No one was getting tortured, no one was getting raped. The source of the screaming came from Seth, who was lying on the couch, tossing and turning. He appeared to be asleep, and having some sort of nightmare. The guy from earlier, from the van, was desperately trying to wake him up, but he was unsuccessful. Another guy, with dark, slicked-back hair, was standing in the kitchenette, brewing coffee, but she didn't recognise him. Maybe he was the third guy from the van earlier.

"Seth, wake up," the guy pleaded with him. "C'mon, Seth," he muttered, as he shook his shoulders. Seth screamed again, and the sound echoed around the apartment.

"Leave him, Dean, he's not waking up," the guy from the kitchen said to the other guy, who now had a name. He sighed slightly, and sat down in an armchair adjacent to the couch, and Seth continued turning around the bed, muttering to himself and screaming every so often.

"Fuck, look who it is," Aj turned to see the guy in the kitchen staring at her.

She caught his eye, and felt her stomach flip.