Chapter 4
Punk and Maria had a hard time getting April to get on the plane. She did not seem eager to sit with other people. For some reason, the cargo hold sounded more appealing to her. Punk wasn't sure what to think of that. He had no idea where she had been or what had been done to her. He knew he needed to ask, but he was afraid to. He wouldn't be able to stand it if she told him she had been molested or something like that. That was selfish of him, but he still couldn't bring himself to do it yet. Besides, he reasoned that asking her while they were on an airplane wasn't the best idea. He could do it while they were alone somewhere.
"Holy shit dude, are you a pimp now?" Sandman asked. He, Candice and Tommy were in the seats in front of them.
Punk frowned. "Uh…no. Why would you think that?"
"Well you've got Maria back and now you've got some other chick with you that hasn't blinked for the past ten minutes."
Punk looked at April. She was staring out the window, not blinking at all, just like Sandman had said. It was one of the many mannerisms she had picked up that were kind of scary. She didn't blink often, she didn't talk a lot, she surveyed any area they were in like she was checking for threats…not to mention she had just shot a bunch of people last night.
"That's his sister April," Maria told Sandman. "She hasn't been on a plane before."
"Wait, Punk has a sister? When the hell did that happen?"
"A long time ago. The whole thing's just complicated so stop asking questions."
"How is it complicated? His parents got horny one night…"
Thankfully Candice put her hand over Sandman's mouth. "Honey that's enough. You're going to embarrass him."
Tommy chuckled. "This is nothing. You should have heard how he explained the birds and the bees to Tyler. The poor kid couldn't look him or Lori in the eye for two weeks after that."
April finally looked away from the window. "Birds and bees can't fornicate. Your analogy does not make sense."
Tommy frowned. "It was just an expression."
She shrugged. "It still doesn't make sense."
Punk sighed. "Not all sayings make sense April. Just go with it."
She cocked her head at him. "Alright. The blonde man is drunker than a skunk."
Sandman grinned. "There you go. Now you're getting it." He offered her his beer. "Want a drink?"
Maria slapped his hand. "She's not old enough."
"So? I was younger than her when I started drinking."
"And that's not a good thing," Punk said. "So keep the alcohol to yourself."
Sandman shrugged and did what he was told. Tommy decided to steer the conversation to a different topic. "Are you getting your rematch against Chavo yet?"
Punk shook his head. "No. Estrada is putting me in a tag match with Kane against Miz and Morrison. I swear, I'm going to throttle Chavo when I get my hands on him. That little bastard stole my belt."
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April snuck off alone after they got to the arena. She was on the hunt for somebody named Chavo. He had stolen Phil's belt. Now she may have been locked up for seven years, but she was sure robbery was still against the law. Then again, so was murder, but she wasn't going to get into that.
She consulted her magazine for help. She took a good look at Chavo's picture. Damn he was ugly. Using all her skills, she stuck to the shadows and stalked her away all around the building. She found him by himself in his dressing room.
Tired of subtlety, she barged right into his room. He jumped a foot in the air. "What the hell are you doing?" he demanded.
"You stole Phil's belt," she growled. She began to pound the hell out of Chavo's face. "That's not nice." She picked him up and threw him through the wall. "You are a bad man." She saw the belt on the table and took it. "I give it back."
Really, why would someone steal a belt? Sure it was nice belt but it wasn't like it was real gold. Or was it? April didn't know. What she did know was that Phil couldn't have looked more shocked than when she handed him the belt. "This is yours," she told him. "I got it back for you."
Punk stared at her. "How did you--"
"Chavo go down."
He sighed. "Oh fuck, Estrada is going to throw a shit fit."