"What about my children? You want me to just up and leave them for the benefit of you watching Phil break down?" She said as Joe finally let go of her hair, still close in her face but not bringing any pain to her.

"Phil will take good care of them, I'm sure." Joe said.

"And what do I do whilst I'm supposedly dead?" AJ asked, not even believing that Joe actually came up with sick, twisted idea.

"You come with me and my men. We'll treat you real nice." Joe whispered in her ear.

AJ just turned away from feeling his cold breath up her neck, wondering why on earth she had been landed with this disgusting decision.

"I'll never get to see him again?" AJ asked, a lump in her throat.

"You will. Just maybe a year or two later." Joe said, watching AJ look horrified by the thought of not seeing Punk for two years.

"But I mean…" Joe said, "If you want him dead along with your children, I can make that happen instead. It's your choice." Joe smiled, threatening AJ with his biggest threat yet.

"Please, don't make me do this." AJ said, knowing that having Phil and her children killed wasn't an option and that she only had one way to go.

"C'mon, it could be fun." Joe smiled, looking on at AJ scowling at him.

"H-He'll know… He'll see me breathing, he'll know I'm not dead." AJ said, trying to stall this as much as she could.

"Here's the plan, young April." Joe smiled, grabbing AJ's fighting hand in his and taking her to the couch to sit back down again, poisoning and scarring her with his words and plan. She couldn't keep up with this anymore, maybe she'd just kill herself, for real, so she didn't have to agree to this to keep her children and husband safe.

Later With Punk…

"Phil, you can get going, we're pretty quiet." Punk's boss shouted across the garage.

"Thanks man." Punk nodded, he loved getting away from work early, it meant there was more time for him to spend with his wife and kids.

The walk home from work was always refreshing, it was just at sunset and the warm breeze in the air coming from the shore was a compliment to his face. He didn't regret for one moment ever moving here, it was perfect for him and his family, the people were nice, the culture, AJ loved the sun, the kids loved playing. It was definitely a good decision that he had made.

After Punk enjoyed the walk to his home, he walked up the drive and looked across at the four black cars, more than what was there this morning, which he expected were just people visiting, but it made him a little weary. He shook it off though and walked into his home with a smile on his face.

"April…" Punk exclaimed as he walked in the door, shutting it over behind him, unzipping his jacket and throwing it over at the stairs, putting his hand on the door handle to enter the living room, walking right in and losing so much of his heart.

He looked around at Joe and a few other men and then darted his eyes to April in the middle of the living room, lying on her back, her eyes closed.

"April…" Punk darted to her side, not even bothering to look at Joe, "April…" Punk shook AJ, coming to terms with the dry blood in her ear, trailing down the side of her face.

"We've called an ambulance." Joe said, the look on Punks eyes already priceless.

"What did you do to her?" Punk gritted his teeth at all of them.

"Nothing." Joe put his hands up, "We came in to see you, she got scared, ran out of the house, tripped and hit her head off the stairs, we took her back into the house and called 911 immediately." Joe said, paying close attention to AJ who was doing a good job with keeping still.

"You're lying." Punk stood up, so many things running through his mind. Where were his kids? Was AJ going to be alright? What really happened? Why was this perfect life coming to a close so quickly?

"I'm not." Joe put his hands up in surrender, "She fell and tripped outside. In fact, we came here to tell you not to worry about coming back to Chicago, she got scared and ran out." Joe said.

"April wouldn't have ran out. She wouldn't have left the kids." Punk said, quickly turning his head back to AJ, kneeling back down beside her, only interested in her.

"C'mon April…" Punk said, looking at AJ's pale face, examining the blood that had poured out of her ear, "Where are the kids?" Punk asked, looking up at the scum surrounding him.

"We took them next door to your neighbours, keep them out the way." Joe said, doing such a good job of playing the good guy, his eyes still watching AJ closely.

Just then paramedics had rushed into the house, immediately attending to AJ as Punk stood up, covering his hand over his mouth as he paced up and down. He couldn't believe this, why would AJ have ran, she wasn't the type to run away from anything, especially leaving her kids in the watch of Joe and his men. If anything had happened to her, he couldn't live with himself. He was so beside himself, why did things have to come to an end this quickly, just when he thought him and his family were safe. He didn't believe one word Joe said.

He paced and paced, watching the paramedics examine AJ over, taking her pulse, looking in her ear, listening to her heart, everything and yet… they seemed to have turned around to him with empty faces, all shaking their head in his direction with sadness on their face.

His heart had jumped out of his body and was lying somewhere on the floor where Joe had stamped on it. He couldn't breathe, someone was chocking him, this wasn't real life. It wasn't.

Flashback…

"Here…" Joe said, handing three fake paramedics, dressed up in uniform a large amount of money each to help him out with his plan, standing outside of AJ and Punks house earlier.

He then proceeded to tell AJ over and over again what she had to do, ignoring her cries and pleads for him to let it go, preparing her for the toughest moment of her life, proceeding to tell her that if she didn't keep agreeing to this, her husband and children would be dead.

Punk fell to his knees beside AJ, taking her hand in his as the paramedics stood up and backed away.

Joe folded his arms, a smirk edging over his mouth as he looked on at Punk.

"April…" Punk cried, holding her in his arms as his tears fell on to the carpet, silent but deep crying taking over him as his brain spun around, not believing this, refusing to believe that his wife was dead, the mother of his children, his sweetheart, his soul mate, she wasn't gone, she couldn't be.

"AJ!" Punk cried loudly, rocking her back and forth in his arms as he cried loudly, not even noticing that her chest was moving up and down, he wasn't looking, he'd been told by professionals that she was dead. He couldn't believe this, he couldn't go on without her, she was his everything, he was nothing without her.

"April." He cried over and over again as his tears continuously fell on the floor, holding her in his arms as he cried in pain, feeling like someone was grabbing his heart and squeezing all the love out of it.

Flashback…

"I don't want to do this… you can't make me do this…" AJ cried, after being plastered by some red substance in her ear and face, refusing to do this, she wasn't going to be a part of this, this was her husband, she couldn't be parted from him, not even for a day.

"April. Just lie down on the floor." Joe said, having had enough of AJ's crying and whining, having heard her for the past hour.

"No, you can't make me do this. He'll fall apart, my kids… he won't be able to look after them… you can't make me…"

AJ had no choice to get down on the floor when Joe punched her square on the face, knocking her out and dragging her into position. He was born bad, he told people. He knew how to get people right where it hurt, he knew how to execute plans to the very end, he was an evil genius and could get away with the sickest of things, this was going to be one of them.

"Please don't leave me…" Punk said, holding her close to him, brushing her hair out of her face, kissing her cold head, closing his eyes as his tears still managed to escape out of the closed lids.

He rocked back and forth with her continuously, refusing to believe she was gone, that her life didn't exist anymore, that he wouldn't get to kiss her or touch her ever again, that he wouldn't laugh, smile or cry with her, that his children would go on in life without a mother.

"April!" Punk cried, holding her so tightly, never letting her go, not now, not ever. Going from being so happy and alone where it was just the two of them, to losing her all in the one go. He wasn't sure if he could go on, if he would be able to look after the twins, he wasn't sure if he would even be able to look after himself. He just refused to believe she was gone forever. He couldn't come to terms with it and held her tighter and tighter as he cried and cried, oblivious to Joe still standing in the room.

Joe stood in the corner, his arms folded, watching ever tear that poured out of Punks eye, each tear representing each piece of his heart that was breaking. Just like always, his plan had worked and Punk really believed his wife was dead, he knew that once AJ had woke up from her out cold sleep she would be hard to hold back, but he always won, it was his speciality.

"April…" Punk said, resting his forehead against AJ's, kissing her head as his tears dropped on her skin, rocking her back and forth in his arms as he cried and cried, never feeling pain like this, and he'd felt a lot of pain in his life. He couldn't go on without her. He wouldn't.

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Will Joe's plan execute the way he wants it to? More in the next chapter.