Where To Go

"How long?" AJ asked calmly, standing in the kitchen by the island in the centre. It was the first she'd spoken in about fifteen minutes after just standing staring at her husband. Of course the girl in her bed had quickly left and he had come running to her with his apologies, but there was absolutely no escaping what she had just saw.

"N-Not long." Tom shook his head.

"I want a number." AJ looked across at him coldly as Tom looked across at her, sighing to himself.

"A couple of months." Tom nodded as AJ shook her head, looking down to avoid looking at him. She couldn't stand to look at his face. Right now, she had never hated someone so much. She felt betrayed, like he had stuck a knife right in her back. She wondered if she really knew him. If he really was the good, hard-working man she thought he was.

"Have there been others?" AJ asked him, looking back up, taking a deep breath. She knew losing her shit with him wasn't going to get her answers. She wanted her answers, then she was leaving.

"N-No. No of course not." Tom shook his head as AJ smiled.

"So that's a yes." AJ nodded to herself.

"April, look… we've… we've not had a perfect marriage-"

"Oh, well clearly." AJ laughed.

"I mean, sometimes it's been difficult. We've been distant and-"

"That never means you should go hook up with someone else. We are married. I'm your wife and you had another woman in my bed where I sleep. And not even that but our daughter is sleeping just a few feet away." AJ spat, completely horrified, "Who is she?" She asked.

"What the hell does that matter?" Tom shook his head.

"Tell me." AJ spat.

"She's just someone from work. It… it means nothing-"

"Oh, save it." AJ shook her head, "You are… disgusting. How foolish of me for thinking you were the best thing to happen to me. I thought you had… had rescued me from myself and picked me up into this… this gorgeous life." She lifted her hands, "But it means nothing. Nothing." AJ nodded, sliding the ornament on the kitchen counter off onto the floor as it smashed to pieces.

"Look, it's not my fault that you're so difficult sometimes. I mean it's like I'm talking to a brick wall half the time." Tom nodded.

"Oh, yeah. Turn it around on me. Go on." AJ nodded, "What else? What else makes me a terrible wife? So terrible that you have to go bury your penis in someone else? Go on." AJ spat as Tom looked across at her, "You're disgusting." She spat.

"We've been off for a long time, April. You know that." Tom said.

"Then talk to me!" AJ shouted, "Tell me how you feel and we can fix it. Don't hurt me and sleep with someone else." AJ cried, tears starting to well in her eyes, but making sure they didn't spill out just yet.

"I'm sorry, it's just… it's been hard." Tom said, "You go so quiet sometimes and I… I never know what you're thinking, I don't know if you're unhappy. You just zone out."

"How about asking me if I'm ok." AJ spat, "And not just in passing but actually sit me down, make me dinner, do something fucking nice for me and ask if I'm ok. That might solve us being so distant." AJ hissed.

"Ok, so I'm not perfect but we're both so busy, we hardly see one another-"

"You know what, I get it. You're just gonna throw excuses at me. You think this is justifiable and that's not going to change." AJ nodded, "You can go be with her, or the ones before, how many there were. I don't care." AJ spat, walking by him.

"Hey, where are you going?" Tom grabbed her wrist as she pushed him away from her.

"Don't touch me!" AJ yelled as Tom put his hands up in defence, "Don't."

"You're not taking Amelia anywhere." Tom warned her.

"Yes I am actually." AJ nodded, "Because she doesn't deserve this."

"April, you're not taking my daughter away from me." Tom spat.

"Oh, because you pay so much attention to her normally, don't you?" AJ shook her head, "I leave you with her for a few days and you spend it banging some chick in our bedroom." AJ said as Tom ran his hand through his hair, "We're going and we're going tonight."

"You are not taking her away from me." Tom spat, grabbing her by the arm, "I'm not letting you."

"Well tough shit." AJ spat, pushing him again, "You wanna blame someone blame yourself." She hissed, "I wasn't even on a damn business trip." She shook her head as Tom looked at her, "No, I met my nineteen year old daughter for the first time." She nodded, "You know, the one you never let me talk about to you. I met her." She nodded.

"Oh and you wanna accuse me of being the liar?" Tom shook his head.

"It's absolutely not the same thing. Not even comparable in the slightest. But nice try." AJ spat, "She hates my guts, if it makes you happy to know. She absolutely hates me." She nodded, "And I saw Phil." She said as he looked across at her, "And boy was I a fool to tell him how happy I was with you and how great you were. Shame on me." She said.

She turned around and headed out of the kitchen as Tom groaned to himself.

AJ ran up the stairs quickly. She didn't even want to go into her bedroom, it didn't feel like her bedroom anymore. It no longer was. Her home didn't feel like a home because there was no happiness, no love there. The sad thing about it was that she didn't feel entirely shocked. She was hurt of course and still taken back by how hurtful Tom could be by doing this to her.

She packed a bag quickly, taking the most important things with her and quickly leaving the bedroom, moving on into Amelia's room where the six year old was still peacefully sleeping. She didn't deserve this. She didn't deserve an unhappy home. She wanted nothing more than for her daughter to be the happiest she could be, especially after meeting Rey who clearly resented her for everything.

She packed a bag for Amelia quietly and then softly woke her up. She lifted her out of bed, grabbing her teddy bear and the bags and walked down the stairs.

"April, don't do this." Tom walked down to the door.

"Stay away." AJ warned, speaking quietly now that she had Amelia in her arms.

"Mommy, where we going?" Amelia asked tiredly, resting her head on her mother's shoulder.

"It's ok, baby. Just go back to sleep." AJ nodded softly, opening up the door, watching as Spike, their Pitbull ran on out and waited at the car, "Even the dog doesn't want you." AJ spat as she turned back to Tom. She was full of anger, hatred and hurt. She hated this man standing in front of her. But she knew in a few hours that hatred would turn to tears and she'd feel broken and hurt. She needed to go somewhere she felt safe and protected.

She walked out of the house and slammed the door shut, walking on over to the car and putting a sleepy Amelia in, placing a blanket over her with her teddy whilst Spike lay up beside her. She put the bags in the trunk and got in, never driving off quicker.

"Wait so… that girl from Hooters?" Dean shook his head as Punk had sat his brother down to finally tell him all about the happenings of the past few days.

"Yeah." Punk nodded.

"Holy shit." Dean raised his eyebrows, "Is she giving you a hard time?"

"She pretty much hates me and April." Punk nodded, "Which I mean I get it but… I feel like she's trying to hate us because she thinks that's how she's supposed to feel." He said, "I spoke to her friend and she said I should give her some space so… that's what I'm gonna do." He nodded.

"And AJ has just… left?" Dean asked.

"Yeah. Well she's got a kid and a husband so… I mean I don't blame her. She's got a life, not like my sad ass." Punk shrugged as Dean sighed, "But we kissed."

"Get out." Dean chuckled, "When?"

"The other night." Punk nodded, "I don't know, I… if you're so happy with your husband, would you really kiss someone else?" He asked himself, "I guess she was upset, maybe it was just her emotions." He shrugged. All he was thinking about was their kiss.

"You've not saw her in such a long time. Must be so weird." Dean shook his head.

"Yeah, it was." Punk said, "But then it… it started to feel normal again. I… I didn't realise just how much I missed her and loved her. Still." He nodded as Dean sighed.

"What you gonna do about Reylissa?" Dean asked.

"Well, if you see her, don't call her that." Punk rolled her eyes, "She goes by Rey." He shrugged.

"I can't believe all this time I've been going to Hooters, having conversations with her and it was actually my niece." Dean shook his head, "I mean that's crazy."

"Yeah, it's insane." Punk shook his head, "I don't know what to do. I just wish she understood, you know? It was so hard back then. And we never wanted to give her away, it wasn't so much as a choice as it was us… trying to do the right thing. She just doesn't get that."

"Maybe she does just need some space. It's a big thing to find out. Meeting your parents for the first time when you're almost twenty." Dean nodded, "Maybe she'll come around." He said, "Would you want to… get to know her?"

"Of course I would." Punk said, "I'd… I'd love to." He said.

"She's actually a pretty nice girl." Dean nodded, "Just from when I've saw her in Hooters." He said, "She's always smiling." He smiled as Punk nodded.

"If I knew that she'd grow up without anyone, all this time, I… I would never have gave her away. The whole purpose of making that decision was because we couldn't give her what another family could, and we wanted her to have the best." Punk nodded.

"I know, man. You did the right thing." Dean nodded, "Unfortunately it just didn't go how it was supposed to." He said, "You can't torture yourself and blame yourself for it." He said as Punk sighed, "Give the kid some space, maybe she'll come around and you can actually get to know her."

"Yeah." Punk nodded, "I never… I never thought I'd meet her." He admitted honestly, "It's weird."

"Yeah, I bet." Dean said, "Brings it all back, huh?" He asked as Punk nodded.

"Yeah, it's tough." Punk sighed as Dean nodded.

"Hey, maybe it'll be the best thing to happen. A year from now you could be… the best dad in the world." Dean nodded.

"I don't think so." Punk groaned a little, "I didn't know how to be a dad when she was a baby, I certainly don't know how to be one when she's literally an adult." He said, "It's weird, it's like she wanted us to fight with her."

"I wonder where she takes that from." Dean raised a brow as Punk rolled his eyes, "Yeah, I see her in Hooters, she doesn't hesitate to put people in her place." He nodded, "Which I think is a pretty good thing."

"It's not when you're trying to win her over." Punk sighed.

"Hey, man just… try keep your head up, maybe things will work it out. You can only do your best, tell the truth and… keep trying." Dean nodded just as there was a knock at their door.

"Yeah." Punk sighed, standing up and walking out of the living room, heading down to the door and opening it up to see an unlikely sight that he didn't expect, "AJ?" Punk shook his head.

AJ appeared to be at his door, holding who he assumed was her daughter fast asleep, with a dog also by her side.

"Hey." AJ gulped, "Can I come in?"