Worry
"April." Punk looked over as AJ put her clothes on, not saying a word, "April, you gotta talk to me." He shook his head, "Tell me you didn't do this." He pleaded.
"I did this." AJ nodded, looking across at him from the other side of the bed, "I killed him." She said as Punk put his hand on his forehead and shook his head.
"Why?" Punk said, "I… what did we talk about?" He shook his head.
"He came to the apartment today." AJ said.
"He was here?" Punk shook his head.
"Yes. I came home this morning, I was ready to go into bed and have a nap when I heard someone come in. I thought it'd be you so I got out. He grabbed me, tied me to a chair." She said as Punk looked across at her, "He told me that he was taking me back to Russia and that everything would come back to me. That I'd be put back in prison." She nodded.
"And then you killed him?" Punk asked.
"He untied me." AJ nodded, "I grabbed him, got myself some time to get the gun under the sink-"
"The gun under the sink?" Punk shook his head.
"Yes. It's there to make me feel safe, ok? It's there for situations like the one I was in." She said, "And then I… I killed him." She nodded, "He was going to take me to Russia. The whole thing would be blown. I would never see you again."
"You could have knocked him out and called me." Punk said, "We could have handled it together. Now we have a big fucking problem, April." He said.
"It's not a problem. He's dead. And so am I so… no one is gonna know it was me." AJ said.
"His prints are going to be all over this apartment." Punk shook his head.
"This apartment which I scrubbed down in bleach?" She questioned as he looked at her, "Phil believe it or not, this isn't the first time I've done something like this. It's gonna be fine."
"I don't think that's gonna help me right now. People are gonna start digging into this guy now. To see what he's been up to. Why someone would kill him. What if you pop up somewhere?" He questioned, "Then what?"
"I won't." AJ shook her head.
"How did you even move the body?" Punk shook his head.
"I took him out the back in a bag. I got muscles." She nodded, "I drove in through the back of the scrapyard. There's no cameras so we're fine." She said, "I dumped him and then I came back here. I went and had tea with… the woman upstairs, she's gullible so I told her it was a different time. The time that I killed him at so that I have an alibi. I then cleaned everywhere when I got back." She said, "It never happened."
"Killing him was the exact wrong thing to do." Punk shook his head.
"I had no choice. He was gonna take me back to Russia or God knows what he was going to do with me. I was protecting myself, protecting the…" She paused, not having it in her to say it, "Protecting us. If I left with him you'd never see me again. I had no choice but to kill him. Ok? I'm just as thrilled about it as you are but I've done this before as horrible as that sounds, but I know how to clean things up after myself." She said as Punk looked across at her, "Phil, please… I did what I had to do." She said, walking over to him, taking his hands as he shook them away.
"You could have knocked him out and called me. Called someone you trust-"
"I only trust you." AJ shook her head.
"Then you should have called me." Punk said.
"And then what? What would you have done? Killed him with me?" She questioned.
"We could have found something to use against him. To keep him away. It didn't have to end like this. Now there's gonna be an investigation." He shook his head.
"Yeah which I'm not gonna be involved with." AJ said.
"It's so hard to defend you sometimes." Punk shook his head.
"I was protecting myself, don't make me feel bad about that." AJ said.
"Yeah and I know you can fight, so why didn't you just beat him up. From the get go you wanted to kill him. I know you." Punk said, "And you did whatever you wanted to do. That's your problem. You don't think about what happens around you. You just do it and you don't think about anyone-"
"I'm pregnant." AJ spat as Punk stopped speaking and looked across at her, "I'm pregnant with our baby." She nodded as she watched him turn a funny colour of white, looking across at her in silence, "I told Eugene, because I thought maybe he wouldn't be so cold and he'd not hurt me or take me to Russia but… instead he… he said…"
"Do you think I care?" Eugene chuckled as he looked on at AJ strapped to the chair, "What? You want a congratulations?"
"Just let me go." AJ shook her head, "This is all over. Me and you, we can… we can go our separate ways." She said. She normally didn't play the victim card, but she felt vulnerable being pregnant, like she had something more to protect. She did technically.
"No, you have to pay for screwing this all up for me. Killing Adrien and Harry wasn't part of the plan. You're a psychopath. That kid has absolutely no chance with you as a mother." He said as AJ looked over at him.
"Please let me go. I… I'll do anything, just don't take me back there." AJ said.
"Oh, you're going back." Eugene said, "You're going back, and you're going back to that prison to spend the rest of your life, and when you do have that poor kid, I'm gonna take it, and I'm gonna take it to the people you were sold to as a kid. They can do what they want with it there." Eugene shrugged as AJ glared at him, a switch ticking off in her head.
"Ok." AJ nodded, "Ok I'll go." AJ said.
"It wasn't a choice." Eugene laughed, "Now don't try anything." He said, untying her wrists and ankles as AJ immediately grabbed him and bit his face, twisting his wrist as she heard a break, listening as he whined, kicking him down to the ground as she dug under the sink for the gun she'd hidden.
She stood over him and aimed the gun at him, her finger over the trigger, feeling absolutely nothing as she pulled it.
"You wouldn't have known anything about it." AJ said, "I did this for us."
"How are you pregnant?" Punk shook his head after listening to her explain what Eugene had said. Suddenly he was starting to feel less angry, and more relieved that this man who clearly had plans, evil plans, was no longer around.
"How do you think I'm pregnant?" AJ screwed her face up at the stupid question, but she knew he was just confused and shocked of course, "I… I don't think I'm far along." She said, "I found out today. This morning actually. Before this happened."
"And you're sure?" Punk asked. He didn't know what to think.
"Unless I had six false positives." AJ said, "I'm pretty sure." She nodded as he looked at her, "I didn't know what he was going to do." AJ shook her head as he looked at her, noticing how scared she really was, "I just… it was instinct." She said as Punk nodded.
"Are you really pregnant?" Punk looked down at her as she laughed a little and nodded.
"Yeah." AJ nodded, "I'm really pregnant." She said, taking his hand and placing it on her tummy, "I couldn't risk anything happening. I'm still really shocked and I don't actually know what to do about it but I know we'll figure it out. Eugene could have taken that from us." She said, "I couldn't let that happen." She shook her head as Punk nodded.
He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his body and hugging her tightly, "Are you ok?" Punk asked her, kissing her head as she embraced him lovingly.
"I'm fine." AJ nodded, "I wouldn't have done it if it wasn't necessary." AJ said as Punk nodded, looking down at her as she looked up at him, "Are you mad?" She asked as he shook his head.
At first he was because he thought she'd acted out of impulse, out of want to kill, but knowing the real truth, he could see she was very clearly defending herself, and maybe the bastard got what he deserved. He was just glad his wife was ok.
"I'm not mad." Punk shook his head, "I'm just glad you're ok." He cupped her cheeks, "I can't believe you're pregnant." He said, trying to digest everything at once, "We haven't even talked about kids."
"I know." AJ took a deep breath, "And it's terrifying, and I really don't know how to be a mom." She admitted as Punk nodded, "But I know I love you and everything happens for a reason." She nodded as he smiled.
"I… I hadn't even imagined having kids." He admitted honestly, "Not completely, I just… I don't know, it never came to my mind." He said as AJ nodded.
"Me neither." AJ laughed nervously.
"You definitely cleaned everywhere here?" Punk asked her as AJ nodded, "Did you look into his whereabouts before he came here?"
"Yeah, he got off his flight, went to a hotel, a coffee shop and then he came here. Nothing suspicious and nothing that will link me to him." AJ nodded, "I can't be brought up anyway. Maybe him dying is the final straw with all of this." She nodded.
"Or it could open up more problems." Punk said.
"He's fired. The Russian government won't claim him. They got rid of him. The people got rid of him. They'll investigate and then they'll drop it all after a few weeks." AJ nodded, "I did what I had to do." She looked up at him, "You believe that?"
"I do." Punk nodded, "I just don't want you in danger." He said.
"I'm not." AJ said, "I'm fine." She nodded as he looked at her and nodded. It was all a lot to take in but his attention had just diverted to the baby announcement. He felt unprepared and really wasn't sure how to handle it. It was terrifying to say the least.
"What about the baby?" Punk asked her.
"What about it?" AJ asked.
"What… what do we do?" He asked.
"W-What? What do you mean?" AJ asked worriedly.
"No, I mean what do we do now? Do we make sure everything is ok?" He asked her, realising that she thought he meant alternative options, which of course he didn't. He guessed he wasn't making much sense as of right now.
"Yeah, I think we… we go to the hospital." AJ nodded, "See how far along I am." She said.
"You seem really calm. Why are you calm?" He asked as she smiled.
"I am screaming on the inside, trust me." AJ said, "It's… it's been a long day. I just want to go to bed." She admitted truthfully, "This… we don't have to think about it. As far as we go, we don't know him, we don't know anything about the murder, we're oblivious." She nodded as Punk nodded with her.
He loved her and he would protect her no matter what, if she was in danger then he didn't expect anything less than for her to fight back, and with what Eugene was saying, about his plans for AJ and their unborn baby, he was glad the bastard was dead and gone now.
"Yeah, let's sleep." Punk nodded to her, stroking her cheek softly as they got into bed.
AJ curled into him as he wrapped his arms around her tightly, kissing her head, both of them worrying about the problem of the dead man AJ had killed, but possibly the bigger worry which was growing inside of AJ.