Caught Out

"You ripped my shirt." AJ noticed, standing in her bra and trousers as she picked up her shirt from the floor that had been torn open, all the while he stood zipping up his jumpsuit and watching her intently.

"Sorry about that." He smiled a little. It was a little hard to comprehend for him, what they had just done. He was one hundred percent sure that this did not happen in prison. And she definitely wasn't the type of girl to do this with any odd guy who walked in the door. But he felt something with her. He knew she felt it too. He was just sad he had to go back to his cell now.

"It's alright, I have a sweater I can just… zip up." She told him, "My shift ends soon."

"Ok, good." Punk nodded, "You don't… you don't regret doing that, do you? Cause I don't."

"I feel like I should." AJ nodded, "But I don't. I feel like I should feel… dirty and cheap but… I don't." She shook her head. In her mind, she thought letting some prisoner she barely knew fuck her on the counter of the medical room would make her feel pretty dirty and cheap. Not because of him but just because of the scenario. But she didn't. He made her feel great actually. He made her feel worth something. Special. Wanted. Something she hadn't quite felt in a long time.

"And you'll… you'll tell someone about your boyfriend?" He asked her as she just nodded.

"Yeah. I uh… I'll have to tell my dad tonight. I won't mention you, I don't think. He's not… He's not the most understanding man when it comes to people who are below him." She said.

"Nice." Punk smiled, "But still tell him."

"I will." AJ nodded.

"Ok. I should probably get back." He said. He had been gone a lot longer than usual. But like Dean mentioned the wardens and officers were completely stupid in here.

"Phil." She said.

"Yeah?" Punk nodded.

"Thank you." She smiled as he just smiled softly.

"Thank you for..." He waited.

"I don't know… for being here." She shrugged, "I… barely have anyone to talk to. I never thought a guy that walked in here in prison orange would… make me feel anything let alone what you make me feel." She said, "I don't know what is gonna happen but-"

"It's alright." Punk nodded, "The most important thing is you getting out of your relationship. I'm not exactly going anywhere, am I?" He said as she smiled.

"I guess not." AJ nodded. But maybe that was the problem. She couldn't possibly have any form of relationship with this man. What would it be? Just quick sex and then goodbye? But then she found herself feeling in desperate need of any chance she could get with him, even if it was just for sex. He was having an affect on her that she couldn't even describe. She could still feel him pulsing inside her, his hands on his waist, his lips on her neck. She'd be dreaming about it tonight for sure. This was a lot more complicated than either of them were letting it on to.

"I'll uh… I'll get a warden." AJ told him, grabbing her sweater from the corner where her bag was and zipping it right up, paging for one of the wardens who came immediately to the door, "That's him all sorted." AJ said brightly to the warden as Punk just grinned.

"Alright, let's go." The warden said, not suspecting a thing, pulling Punk out of the room as she watched him get escorted down the corridor.

"You did fucking not." Dean sat up immediately on his bed after Punk was put back in his cell, "How the fuck did you even…" He paused, "Respect." Dean nodded, standing up and slapping Punk's hand in a friendly way as Punk just laughed.

"I don't even know how it happened. But I wasn't going back." Punk said, "She's amazing."

"How the fuck did you even pull it off? The officers always stand outside the room, do they not?" Dean asked.

"April just told them to go away. That we were gonna be a while. They're fucking tools. Morons." Punk said, "They left, she uncuffed me and… it happened." Punk said.

"And this was just… a one and done thing or-"

"I hope not." Punk said, "She's gonna tell her father about her boyfriend tonight. I think she still felt a little guilty but… her moaning didn't tell me that." He smirked.

"I can't believe you actually done that." Dean shook his head, mesmerized.

"I'm starting to think seventeen years in here might not be so bad." Punk smirked, lying back up on his bed with his hands behind his head.

"You really don't think she's gonna wait around on you or… keep single whilst she sees you? If that's what you wound up doing?" Dean said as Punk turned to him, "She's gonna wait until she's in her late forties for you to get out and be a proper couple? Don't think so." Dean laughed, "You know it won't last forever, right. In fact, maybe you've made this more awkward because, I say in about ten years, pretty girl like her, she's gonna be married with kids, and you're gonna have to see her and it's gonna be awkward." Dean said as Punk just sat in silence, "But kudos to you, man. You have fun right now." He said as Punk just thought to himself about the wider picture that he'd chosen to ignore this whole time.

AJ drove straight to her father's house later that night, walking on in from the rain. She'd made a pit stop at a charity shop for a t-shirt to replace her ripped shirt. She really didn't want to go home in the case of Chad being there waiting for her.

She ran into her house where she grew up and straight into the living room where her dad was sitting.

"Hi, dad." AJ smiled, suddenly feeling warm. Pushing Punk aside, her father was the only person she really trusted.

"Hi, sweetheart." John nodded, "Goodness, what happened to your face?" He stood up immediately noticing his daughter had some fresh bruises and cuts.

"Dad, it's-"

"She fell the other day." A voice came from the doorway as AJ turned with horror, watching Chad walk in the door, "Clumsy little thing she is." He smiled.

"How did you… why do you keep following me?" She trembled as John looked a little confused but shook it off.

"He just came here to visit me." John smiled.

"I had some very important questions to ask your father." Chad smiled, "John, can I talk to April for a moment?"

"Of course, you kids go ahead. I'm gonna put the kettle on." John said, leaving the living room and closing the door over as AJ looked across at Chad in horror.

"You. You do not speak to anyone about what happened. You fell. You tripped walking up the stairs to our apartment."

"I tripped?" AJ whispered.

"Yes. And that's what you tell people." Chad said.

"Or what? Or what you're gonna add to it? Huh? Then what do I say? I tripped again?" She asked, "Why do you keep following me? Why are you watching me?" She asked.

"Because I like keeping a close eye on you, April." Chad smiled, "Is that so wrong?"

"Yes. It is." AJ said, "I don't want to be with you anymore. What part of that don't you understand?!" She shouted.

"Keep your voice down, you stupid bitch." Chad said, grabbing her hair, "You're mine. Always. I don't care if I have to tape your mouth shut and drag you down a damn aisle, we're gonna get married."

"I'd rather you just killed me." AJ spat back as Chad got angry, pushing her down to the ground hard as she hit her head on the coffee table, looking up past Chad as she seen her father standing at the door looking on, a mug of tea in his hand threatening to drop.

AJ shuffled back from Chad in fear as she watched her father drop the mug of tea he was holding, it smashing into a million pieces on the ground as he grabbed Chad by the t-shirt, pushing him against the nearest wall.

"You done that to my daughter's face?!" John shouted, already hearing and seeing enough to put one and one together, "Did he?" John turned to AJ who was still on the ground caressing the back of her head. All she done was nod as John turned around to Chad.

"She deserves it!" Chad spat, "You don't know how she treats me. She's… she's just worthless." Chad said.

"Worthless? Then why did you ask me if you could marry her then?" John asked, "Huh?" He widened his eyes as Chad just stood speechless. He had nothing to come back to that. He wanted to marry her for his own personal gain. Just to say he had a wife. Just to have some bitch in his bed when he got home. Someone he could push around. But could he say that to her father, absolutely not.

"Take your hands off me." Chad pushed John back, landing a punch upon the older man.

"Dad!" AJ screamed with terror, about to rush to her father's side when Chad crouched down in her way.

"Now you listen to me." Chad spat, "I don't care what you do. Who you see. Where you are. You will always be mine. Got it?" He shoved her face as AJ just looked up at him, watching him walk out of the house.

She immediately then squirmed to her father who was in the process of getting up from the hard punch he'd taken, "Dad, are you alright?" She asked him as he sat on the couch.

"Are you?" John asked, "How long has this been going on, April?"

"Long enough." AJ said.

"Why didn't you tell me… or even better go to the police?" He asked.

"I was afraid he'd find out." AJ said, "I'm terrified of him, dad." AJ cried as John sighed.

"It's alright, sweetheart." John wrapped his arm around her as she curled into him, "He'll be gone. Don't you worry."

AJ's father put her up for the night in the spare bedroom that used to be her old bedroom. She felt safe here. Just like she had done earlier with Punk. And that's all she could think about whilst lying in bed. Punk. She could still hear his harsh breath, the sound of skin hitting skin, waves broke inside her just thinking of it again. She wanted more. She was intrigued by him. But she didn't just want more sex. She wanted more of him. She wanted to know who he was. She wanted to know all of him. Maybe it was shaping up to be a little difficult, but at this point she would take any given time with him, no matter how short. She was that interested.

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