Brothers
"What happened? Phil?" AJ questioned, watching as he carried Malia through the door and into the living room, sitting her down, "Have you been crying?" She asked him with confusion, seeing his eyes bloodshot and red, "Phil, talk to me!" AJ said loudly, but Punk just walked by her and back out of the house, "Phil!" She yelled.
"Just stay there with Malia." Punk told her, walking back to his car and getting in as AJ watched with confusion, closing the door over and walking back into the living room where Malia was sitting clutching her teddy bear tightly.
Punk sped away down into town, abandoning his car in the street and walking down the steps to the underground train station, running down the platforms and looking around. Since it was late on at night, there was barely anyone around.
He ran down the station helplessly, spotting a hooded figure about to walk into his uncle's old office, running as fast as his legs would take him, spearing the figure who he knew was his brother to the ground before he got a chance to open the door, "You son of a bitch!" Punk yelled, punching Tommy across the face as blood splashed along the ground, "You fucking killed her!" He yelled, continuing to punch him into a pulp. He needed this. He needed to get this out of his system before it drove him crazy, "You killed her!" Punk shouted as Tommy pushed him off and got to his feet, wiping his bloody face as Punk got to his feet and looked across at him.
"I didn't mean it!" Tommy yelled.
"Just like you didn't mean to kill Daryl." Punk spat, "You're a murderer, Tommy." Punk squeaked like a child, "You killed Rachel. We've… we've known her since we were just little kids. She… she's my daughter's mom. She had a life and you took that away from her! For what?!" Punk shouted as Tommy stood directly across from him.
"I didn't mean it!" Tommy yelled back, "I needed the money and she wouldn't give me it."
"So you just killed her. That was the solution." Punk said, sniffing back his tears, "You're a fucking killer."
"No I'm not." Tommy shook his head, "I need the money, or else… or else I die." He said.
"I thought you wanted to die." Punk spat, "My wife saved your ungrateful ass and you told me she shouldn't have bothered! My one month old daughter spent the first month of her life in a fucking box with wires attached to her, because of you!" He yelled, "My wife could have died. I could have died. Because of you!" He yelled.
"Blame me like you always do, Phil!" Tommy nodded, "That's right."
"I never blame you! All I've done is tried to help you, Tommy!" Punk shouted, "And you just throw it back in my face."
"I can take care of myself. I don't need my little brother looking after me."
"You can't take care of yourself. Look at you!" He yelled, "You've killed two people. Two innocent people who didn't deserve to die." Punk spat, "What? What do you suppose I say to Malia? I have to-I have to tell her that her mom is gone forever, all because of you!" Punk yelled, finally breaking, not being able to do this anymore.
"I didn't mean to kill her!" Tommy yelled as if that was justifiable enough.
"Yet you grabbed her money and left her to die with my daughter in the room next door!" Punk shouted, "I used to think you'd just… had a hard time. Uncle Hank fucked you up but you'd get better and you'd realise there is good people around you. But you choose your own path, Tommy. You've done this to yourself and you have nobody else to blame but yourself!" He yelled, "This is all on you! And I'm not… I'm not doing this anymore! You aren't my fucking problem!"
"Then stop making me your problem!" Tommy yelled, "Leave me alone. Leave me to die and rot!"
"No. Not when you've got away with so much. So much that is on my conscience now." Punk spat, "You have to pay for what you done. Whether you have a few screws loose or not!" Punk said.
"What do you mean?" Tommy asked worriedly, watching as Punk took his phone out from his pocket, "What are you doing?" Tommy asked as Punk dialled 911 and raised the phone to his ear, "Phil, what are you doing?!" Tommy yelled, moving closer to Punk, "Give me the phone, what are you doing?!" He yelled, trying to reach for the phone as Punk kicked him away.
"Hi, yeah… I'm reporting a murder… two murders." Punk said on the phone, "Tommy Brooks. He killed Daryl Clarke and Rachel Smith. He's down in the underground, platform-" Punk stopped talking as Tommy grabbed the phone from him and threw it away onto the railway as it smashed to pieces.
"What the fuck are you playing at?!" Tommy yelled.
"You deserve it." Punk spat, "You aren't ill. I was stupid to believe there was something wrong with you. You're just evil. Without your badges and your name, you're nothing more than a troubled… little boy who was always destined to turn out this way." Punk spat as Tommy looked him in the eye.
"No, that's you. You were always the reject brother. The brother in and out of prison. The brother who didn't do anything with his life. That was you!" He yelled, "Not me!"
"People tend to get us mixed up the wrong way." Punk nodded coldly, "I don't even know you anymore. You're a completely different person." He shook his head, "You've lost yourself and you don't deserve help anymore, Tommy. You've hurt too many people."
"Those people got in the way." Tommy spat coldly. He'd came a long way from when Punk first seen him after getting out of prison, before even meeting AJ. Back then he was his brother that he remembered, the man who he could go to for advice and help. But this man in front of him, this was a twisted, drugged out, lunatic who he could barely look at.
"You're not my brother anymore." Punk shook his head, "I don't know you anymore."
"You took my life from me! This is your fault!" Tommy yelled, "She was mine. She was my girl and you took her from me and left me with nothing!" He shouted.
"She deserved better than you."
"Oh and… and you're better than me?" Tommy laughed crazily.
"She deserves better than me too, but trust me, Pal, I am one hell of an upgrade from you." He spat, "She didn't deserve someone who would steal from her and come home drugged out his mind, who would eventually end up killing her or hurting her!" Punk yelled.
"Didn't stop her from getting with me when I got back from the army." Tommy smirked as Punk's facial features dropped completely, "Oh, yeah. That get you ticking? She'd missed me, you know. Practically begging." He chuckled as Punk looked across at him in disbelief, "She was a freak. I've never felt a girl so tight before." He smirked as Punk grabbed him around the neck and slammed him against the stone wall.
"What the fuck are you talking about?!" Punk yelled.
"When I got back from overseas. She was all over me. Wasn't over me clearly. Poor bitch felt sorry for you though so she went back to you." He shrugged as Punk squeezed his grip even tighter so he could stop talking.
"You're lying." Punk gritted his teeth, "She wouldn't let you near her again."
"You tell yourself that." Tommy gasped as Punk threw him on the ground, "Why'd you think she didn't want me staying with you when I got out of rehab? She was probably scared she couldn't resist me." He laughed, but backing away on the ground as Punk moved closer to him.
"You're lying." Punk spat, crouching down, "You're a pathetic excuse for a man. You're a cold-blooded killer and you're going to rot for everything you've done. For all the pain you've caused, "You're nothing." Punk whispered as Tommy kicked him in the gut to give him a chance to stand up, this time tackling Punk to the ground as the two went at it again, kicking and punching at each other like they did when they were small children, only this time, punches were heavier and blood was thicker, and there was no mom or dad to stop them.
They kicked and they punched, tearing each other apart bit by bit, flinging each other against the wall, stomping on each other's heads, flying fists left right and centre, both their blood dripping all around the platform whilst a collision of sirens were heard in the distance.
So much had led up to this. So much tension and patience Punk had for his brother had just been let go and he couldn't take it anymore. Nothing would be the same again. It had gone too far now.
Later that night, AJ was laying up on the couch with Malia curled into her, having fallen asleep. AJ didn't ask her anything about why Punk seemed so upset, she wanted to wait for Punk to tell her. Her mind couldn't stop wandering however.
She sat up slowly when she seen her phone ringing from the coffee table, picking up and answering the unknown number.
"Hello." She said quietly, "Phil?" She asked as the line spoke back, "The police station? Ok… Ok I'll be there as soon as I can." AJ said with worry as the line hung up on her, standing up from the couch and lifting Malia up to take with her as she couldn't leave her in the house by herself.
She got in her car and drove off after locking the house up, driving to the police station and parking directly outside it, getting out of the car just in time as Punk walked out through the doors. She barely even recognised him. She'd never seen a man so beaten up in her entire life, and the worst of it was, Tommy looked worse.
"Ph-Phil… what happened?" AJ asked with a worried lump in her throat, looking up at him with fear, "What happened?" She virtually knew nothing and Punk looked speechless and so beaten up.
"Tommy is arrested." Punk mumbled, "Killed… Killed Rachel." Punk said.
"What?" AJ shook her head, watching as Punk just stumbled around her and over to the car, getting into the passenger's side and closing the door over behind him as AJ stood with confusion, walking over to the car and getting into the car, turning around to look at Punk. Some of his cuts were still bleeding and he was starting to bruise.
She lifted her hand and tried to wipe away the blood but he flinched and turned away, "Phil." She whispered, "Was this him?" She asked as Punk nodded.
"He's gone." Punk shrugged, "Just drive." Punk said, looking down. He was still in shock from everything. He hadn't given himself time to stop and think about everything that had happened.
"Talk to me about it-"
"Just drive." Punk turned to her as she looked across at him. He was looking at her differently. As if she had done something too. She didn't know why, but she figured his head was all over the place, and it was up to her to keep him right. He'd lost a lot tonight.
