Crash

"What are you three kids doing here? Don't you have places to stay of your own?" Jim asked, walking into the dining room in his home where his children sat at with paper work all over the table, "What are you up to?"

"We're looking into the recording studio." Monica said as Jim smiled, "We're working out a rota that fits us all, and who's gonna be in charge of what." Monica said as Jim nodded.

"Good. I'm glad you're all pulling together for it." Jim nodded, "I'll leave you all to it then." He smiled with ease, walking back out of the dining room to leave his three children to work.

"I still don't actually understand how this works." Melissa shook her head.

"You'll learn as you go. It's not going to be that hard. All we have to do is run it." Monica said, "We'll all need to be in charge of separate things, you know, bookings, stock intake, marketing." She said, scribbling notes down.

"Dad said it won't be up and running for at least a year anyway, when we go public, so… I don't know why we're bothering doing this right now." He shrugged.

"Because it's good to be organised." Monica snapped back as Punk just looked across at Melissa with confusion.

"She has a hangover." Melissa said as Punk laughed.

"Then go home. We don't have to do this right now." He said.

"No, I do. This is my job." Monica said as Punk just sat back and rolled his eyes. She normally wasn't this uptight, and Punk figured he go make it worse.

"Nick keeps trying to get into Exodus." Punk said as Monica stopped writing, "Put his hands on April. Punched me. He tried it twice this week." Punk said.

"And? What's it to me?" Monica asked.

"Well I just… don't want you coming round to Exodus if that's where he's hanging around. Dad's gotten new bouncers so hopefully he stays gone." Punk said.

"I can take care of myself."

"Not when it comes to him you can't." Punk said, "You'd jump off a cliff if he asked you to." Punk said.

"Don't make me out to be some silly little girl. I'm older than you, I can keep myself in check." She said.

"I know guys like him. He was probably sleeping with other girls when you were going out, he was… a dick to you, he hurt you."

"You know guys like him? Yourself? You done all of that to AJ." Monica said as Melissa sat quietly.

"Shut the fuck up, no I didn't." Punk spat, "I loved AJ. That prick doesn't have time for anyone but himself. Don't you remember what he done to you?"

"Yes, I do. I don't need to be reminded." Monica spat, "Just stop talking about it. About him. And stop trying to protect me from absolutely everything in the world. I'm not the one who has a boyfriend here." Monica said as Punk turned from Monica to Melissa.

"Well I told you I had a date a few weeks ago." Melissa shrugged.

"And now he's your boyfriend?" Punk asked, "Well when can I meet him? Is he older? Is he from around here?"

"He's your age." Melissa nodded.

"My age?" Punk shook his head, "You're twenty four years old."

"Yeah, and?" Melissa shook her head, "It doesn't concern you. I can take care of myself."

"You're sure about that? Because that's what Monica told me right before that prick left her bottled on the kitchen floor." Punk spat as Monica placed her pen down and stood up delicately.

"How about… instead of trying to get our lives together, look at your own first. Incase you haven't noticed, we aren't the only ones with relationship problems here." Monica said, "You really do not deserve that poor girl." Monica whispered, walking off as Punk sighed, sitting back on the chair as Melissa looked across at him.

"The date..." Melissa began, "It was with Seth." She said as Punk looked across at her with confusion.

"You said… you said his name was John?" Punk sat up, "Seth… my best friend… Rollins?" He asked as Melissa nodded.

"I just said that so I wouldn't have had to tell you." Melissa said as Punk stood up, running his hand through his hair.

"That's just bullshit." Punk spat, "That's my best friend, Melissa. You're… you're my little sister. My little little sister." Punk shook his head.

"Yeah and what? I'm not eleven anymore, Phil. I can take care of myself. Seth is really nice to me. Well… you know him… please don't get angry with him." She said.

"I'm gonna rip his throat out." Punk spat angrily, "He didn't even have the decency to come to me."

"He wanted to but I told him to wait." Melissa said, "It's not a big deal. It's not like we're getting married." She shook her head.

"I need to go fucking home." Punk shook his head, pushing his chair in.

"Phil, don't be mad." Melissa sighed, but she watched her brother just storm out of the dining room area and out of the house. It was very rare to see all three of them fight like this. They would always make up. But it sucked at the time to be all so diverse.

The next morning, AJ had gone into Exodus to be there to take in new stock. She was told Punk was at a marketing meeting all day so she took it upon herself to be there for the stock. She thoroughly enjoyed working in Exodus, besides the chaotic nature of it and the eyes of her ex following her everywhere she went.

She was behind the bar, changing the barrel pumps crouched down beneath when she heard the door open.

"We're closed!" She shouted, but heard no reply, standing up straight and looking over at Monica who walked in a little spaced out, "Hey, you ok?" AJ asked, "Phil is at a marketing meeting I think… or… some sort of meeting. I don't pay attention." AJ laughed a little as Monica just looked across at her, "Hey are you ok? Do you need to call Phil because he left his number in his office for emergencies." AJ said as Monica just shook her head, "Mon, you gotta talk to me. What is it?" AJ asked.

"He… He was in a car accident last night." Monica said, "When he… when he left our parents house… we all had a fight with him… and now he's in hospital." Monica said.

"W-What?" AJ shook her head, "Is he… is he ok?" AJ asked, suddenly feeling a bit light headed.

"They won't know until he wakes up. He's in an intensive care." Monica said, "I just… I thought you should know." Monica sighed.

"Can I see him?" AJ asked with a lump in her throat. She didn't think she'd react this way.

"Right now they're saying family only but… we can get you in." Monica said, "My mom has been sitting next to him all night. She won't go home." She shook her head as AJ sighed.

"I'll um… I'll go get my coat." She said as Monica nodded.

"I'll go out to the car." Monica signalled as AJ nodded. Her heart was racing. She never knew she'd feel like this if anything were to happen to her. She'd been so stubborn these few weeks and now she realised she shouldn't have, because what if everything she had to still say to him, she couldn't get a chance to anymore.

Monica drove them to the hospital and they headed up to the private room that he had been put in, on behalf of his family of course, Punk was pretty much out of it for the time being. He was driving home from his parents house last night. So much was racing through his head. His sisters. One of his sisters dating one of his best friends. One of his sisters pointing out to him that his life was a mess. He was all over the place and he just skidded round a corner, toppling the car over a few times. Luckily no one else was hurt, but he wasn't looking in too good of a shape.

"His face is really badly bruised." Monica warned AJ who was walking so fast she couldn't actually feel her legs moving, "They're gonna take him for scans when he wakes up. They think he hit his head pretty badly." Monica sighed, but AJ couldn't hear anything anymore. She just wanted to see him.

She walked into the room immediately without hesitation, watching as his mom and dad looked across at her, as well as Melissa. His mom was still sitting by his bed, his dad standing over in the corner and Melissa sitting on the armchair.

But AJ only gave them a quick glance and then looked over to Punk who was lying with oxygen tubes around his nose, cuts and bruises all over his face, wired to monitors left right and centre it seemed. It was then she realised how much she still loved him completely.

AJ walked over to the bed, dumping her bag, taking his hand in hers softly as Lorna and Jim watched with confusion. Had they missed the part where their son told them he had a girlfriend?

"Mom, dad… why don't we go get coffee?" Monica sighed, "We've been here all night." She said, particularly looking at her mother who finally gave in.

"Ok." Lorna sighed, leaning over and kissing her son's head, walking out of the room with Jim following.

"You too." Monica looked across at Melissa who nodded, walking off out of the room as Monica stood at the door for a little while longer, looking on as AJ took a seat beside Punk's bed, still clutching his hand in hers. She eventually then left the room, no doubt to go answer her parents confused questions on who AJ even was.

"I didn't know this was what it would have to take." AJ whispered to herself, clutching his hand tightly. Right now it didn't matter what had happened in the past. She didn't want to see him hurt, she didn't want to lose him and she only realised that now when he was lying in a hospital bed, and she hated herself for it, "I still love you." She whispered. There was no hiding it. Of course she still loved him. Even after all the shit they'd gone through. She thought she could play tough act with him, but right now, seeing him so weak and helpless, she couldn't push him away. She wanted to hold him as close as ever now, and never let go.

"I'm here." She said, staying by his side and holding his hand, forgetting about everything that had happened, only focusing on the fact that she still cared about him, and she still loved him dearly.

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