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Chapter 11- Give Me Some Time
Punk threw himself on the couch in frustration. It had been at least half an hour since he yelled at AJ and he still felt like a jackass. He hated how his nightmares and lack of sleep was affecting him. It had put him on edge and he was still taking it out on poor pregnant AJ. She didn't need this from him. She had enough on her hands carrying their unborn baby. He needed to get help whether he liked it or no, so he picked up his phone and dialed the number for the Shield support group.
After a few rings, a machine answered the call, "Hello, this is the Shield support group hotline. This line and group is 100% confidential and does not give out information without a given passcode. If you have the passcode, please enter it now."
Punk didn't recall Ambrose giving him a passcode, so how was he supposed to get in. Maybe it's on the card, he told himself, so he flipped the care over and saw something written in small print on the back: injustice. He typed in the code on the phone and hoped that it worked.
"Thank you for contacting the Shield support group. This group is a 100% confidential support group for current or retired cops. We provide resources and support for cops who have been in traumatizing or stressful situations. The support group meets every Monday and Friday from 6:30 to 7:30 at the old Lava High School Gym. Thank you for your call and we hope to see you there, goodbye."
"Well that was helpful," he told himself. He wanted to talk to a real person, but for a "secret society," a machine was all he was going to get. He got up from the couch and went to the kitchen. He looked at the calendar and saw that the only thing planned was the baby's doctor appointment on Friday, so he wrote the meeting times on the calendar to remind himself when he needed to go to the meetings.
This was something that he desperately needed even though he didn't want to openly admit it to himself. He didn't want to face the inner demons that he kept hidden for some time now. He was scared of what people and AJ would think of him if they ever found out what he did. However, these meetings may help lift a great weight of guilt and pain off his shoulders and maybe he wouldn't take it out on AJ.
Going back to the living room, he pulled out his phone and dialed Paul's number. It was time for him to update them on Ambrose findings. As he dialed Paul's number, he remembered the time zone differences and hoped that he wasn't waking anyone up.
"Hello," he heard Paul say on the other line.
"Hey Paul, it's Punk," he told him. "I'm not calling at a bad time am I?"
"No not at all, Shawn and I were just going over some information about the case. Hang on a minute, let me put you on speaker," Punk heard a click and then Paul spoke again. "Okay Punk, now why are you calling us so late?"
Punk was nervous, he didn't know how Paul was going to react. Shawn may be logical and understanding, but Paul had a short fuse. "Umm…well you see…my cover has been umm…blown."
"What?!" he heard Paul shout over the phone. "How could you be so stupid! Do you know what can happen now? You can be in danger, you are…"
"Paul shut up!" Shawn interrupted him. "Just chill for a second and let's listen to what Punk has to say. Now Punk, what happened and how did your cover get blown?"
Punk took a breath and proceeded to tell them what happened at work, "Well I was at work today when one of my coworkers came up to me. His name is Dean Ambrose and he told me that he kind of overheard me talking to my boss about me having nightmares about the night of the fire."
"Why were you talking to your boss about your nightmares Punk?" Paul asked him.
"Because Mark is a nice guy and I can trust him," he replied. "I only told him the basics and don't worry I didn't go into great detail about what happened. Anyways, Dean told me that he could sympathize with me and that he wanted to help me. He handed me a card for this support group called Shield. He said that it was for cops and that they could me with dealing with my nightmares."
Things were silent for a moment then Shawn asked him, "How did this Ambrose guy know that you were a cop?" Meanwhile Paul was doing a background check on Ambrose on a nationwide database.
Punk ran his hands through his hair, "Because he was a cop at one time too Shawn and you know how easy it is for cops to spot other cops."
"Okay, I'll by that," Shawn said, "Hold on a second, Paul's got something on this Ambrose guy." He looked over at the computer screen and read what it said, "Okay well it looks like this Ambrose guy was in fact a cop in Hawaii and was placed on leave after a hostage situation went wrong. However he didn't stay on leave long, because he quit shortly after the incident. Other than that, he looks like a real decent guy."
"What about the Shield thing, does it sound legit?" Paul asked him, he still had his doubts about the whole thing.
"Ya it does, I even called the number on the card and a machine answered the phone. The message that was on it did sound legit. Here let me give you the number and you guys can check it out for yourself," Punk then proceeded to give them the number on the card.
Paul quickly wrote the number down, "Okay, we'll call the number and do some more research on Shield. Now is there anything else that you want to talk about?"
"Ya there is," he told them. "I want to know if there is any way that we can fly Kofi, Kaitlyn, and April's parents out here. I know that they miss us and I know that AJ misses them. Besides, I want them out here so I can marry April," he hoped that they would say yes for AJ's sake.
Paul sighed and said, "I don't Punk, it might not be a good time right now. Robert just filed for divorce and a restraining order has been placed on Elizabeth. GZ even told us that she has them looking for him in order to get information on you guys. Maybe when things calm down we can send them out there, but for now, it's a no."
Punk put his head down and said, "Alright, I understand. Thanks anyways guys, I'll talk to you guys later." He hung up the phone and laid back on the couch. This was not what he wanted. He wanted AJ to be happy, but without seeing her family, he didn't see how that was possible.
After laying there for a few minutes, he got up and went to check on AJ. When he got to their bedroom door, he knocked on the door and waited for a response. When he didn't get one, he slowly opened the door and didn't see AJ lying in the bed. "April?" he called out. "April where are you?" he walked further into the room and saw a soft light coming from the bathroom. Punk walked over to the door and quietly pushed it open.
What he saw made his heart stop. AJ was lying in the bathtub surrounded by a ton of bubbles. There were candles lit everywhere and soft music was playing in the background. "April," he called out again. He walked over and kneeled down next to her despite the protest of his knee. "April," he said as he brushed her hair from her sleeping face.
AJ began to stir and opened her eyes, "Phil, what's going on?"
"You fell asleep in the tub baby," he chuckled, "Is there any room for me?"
She smiled and rubbed the side of his face, "There is always room for you." She watched as he smiled and got undressed.
He then got in the tub behind her and held her as she laid on his chest. They sat there in silence for some time when Punk finally spoke up, "I'm sorry about earlier."
"I'm not going to say that it is okay, because it's not, but I understand why your behavior has been off lately," she told him.
"I know," he sighed, "And I want you to know that I'm going to get help. I called the Shield support group and got some information on it. There's a meeting on Friday at 6:30 that I'm going to. I'm gonna get help April, I'm going to beat these nightmares, and I'm going to marry you April. I don't know when, but I promise you before that before the baby gets here, I will marry you. Just give me some time, please."
Well there you have it, chapter 11 of Eternal Power of Love. At least Punk is seeing that he needs help even though he didn't want to admit to himself. I hope that the Shield meeting help Punk overcome his demons. I just hope that AJ is there to help him through it, because it's not going to be easy. Next chapter we check in on Elizabeth and it's not going to be easy.
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