A half an hour later, Punk had woken up, got out of bed and stretched. He then went to the shower. After he was done with his shower, he came to Andrew's room. Andrew was still sound asleep. Punk formed a smile on his face - his son looked peaceful asleep - it was quite adorable to see. Punk walked away from the entrance to his room and went down the stairs. It was there when he noticed something was off - Marley was barking and he wasn't a barking dog.

Unless something was wrong.

Something can't be wrong. Jordyn couldn't be hated on. This just didn't add up in his mind. If Jordyn was out for a walk with Marley, why was Marley still here? Unless, this was all part of his imagination, then it would make a lot of sense. Marley continued to bark and that was when Punk opened the glass door, which led to the backyard. Marley led the way to the wooden gate, it was wide open and that was where all the clues ended. He saw nothing else that could be used as evidence about Jordyn's whereabouts. Punk walked and stood on the driveway, he looked around his surroundings and walked closer to the street. On the ground, he saw streaks from a tire. It couldn't connect with Jordyn's whereabouts. Punk was in denial. He ran back to the house and looked over every single room.

"Jordyn!" Punk shouted across the hallway. He hoped that she could hear his voice, but there was no response after his yelling. He ran back and fourth, from one room to another. There was no sight of his wife anywhere. He began to worry- someone has laid their hands on Jordyn and that someone was going to pay for it. Punk's worry, now became anger. He let out a huge growl and punched the wall nearest to him. The impact of his fist left a huge hole in the wall. He was sure going to pay for that later.

"Daddy, what's wrong?"

Punk looked down to see his son Andrew standing there confused. Confused like any other three year old would feel right now. Did he want to tell Andrew about what had happened to his mom? Did he want Andrew to worry and cry for his mother? He didn't know what to tell the three year old. He was so young and he couldn't afford to lose his mom at such a young age.

Jordyn's not going to die. Punk thought, trying to convince himself. He ran his fingers through his hair and knelt down to his son. "Andrew, I don't know where your mom is." he admitted, he was honest. He had no clue where Jordyn was.

"When will she be back?" Andrew asked another question that Punk didn't even know. What was up with Andrew and asking him questions that he didn't know the answers to? He was a kid, of course, he was going to be curious and ask all of those questions.

"All we can do is wait." Punk sighed, picking up his son.

Jordyn was inside a black van. Her eyes darted at every detail of the car - she was going to need to know what it looked like, when she called the cops on the men that took her. She then looked at the muscular man that sat next to her. He made Jordyn uncomfortable as hell.

"Where the hell are you planning to take me?" Jordyn asked him, rolling her eyes while talking. All of this was pathetic to her in her honest opinion. Where were the men planning to take her? Were they planning to end her life? Were they planning to not only end her life, but the life of her unborn child?

"You'll find out in a matter of time," he responded. "How about you shut your mouth or are you just asking for some major consequences?" he questioned her. To Jordyn, this man looked intimidating, but he wouldn't dare hurt a woman? Right? She has convinced herself that he won't hurt her.

Jordyn laughed hysterically. "I'm not afraid of what you're going to do. Punk will find you and kick your ass, Lesner." she spat at him.

The man turned to her and yes, it was The Beast, Brock Lesner.

Brock laughed at the delusion of Jordyn. "You think that Punk's going to swoop in and save the day? Honestly Jordyn, Punk is not going to come for you. It's going to take a while for him to find out that you're gone."

"I wouldn't be so shocked if he comes and kicks your ass in a few days." Jordyn smirked, she believed in her husband. She has total faith that he will come and find her. It pissed her off that she wasn't able to fight her own battles. She's pregnant and can't do any action that will result in her harming her unborn child. So, she had to rely on Punk.

"Don't worry, Punk will forget about you when he realizes that getting you back will be too difficult." Brock was playing some mind games with Jordyn, he wanted to crush her spirit. He wanted to break her down and for her to believe that Punk will not come for her.

Jordyn rolled her eyes. "I'll believe that never, Lesner. If you think that I am going to believe that shit that is coming out of your mouth, then you got another thing coming." she retorted.

"Can the both of you shut up? I am trying to drive!" Curtis Axel shouted from the driver's seat.

"Are you taking me to Heyman, Axel?" Jordyn had already figured out the answer to her own question. Lesner and Axel are both Paul Heyman guys. So, it was obvious that he sent them to kidnap her. She was probably going to be bait for Punk. She could smell a hideous plan from him a mile away - or that must be the smell from inside this car. Both are very disgusting smells.

"Jordyn, isn't it obvious? I'm taking you to Paul. He sent us to kidnap you. But, Paul will go more farther with his intentions - if he wants to tell you." Curtis trailed off. What if Paul didn't want to tell Jordyn his plan? What of he expects for her to figure out his plan? Jordyn thinks she's already figured it out.

"Wow, if he wants to tell me." Jordyn said without hype to her voice.

"You need to shut up. If you want to be in one piece." Brock spat at her. The tone of his voice was so intense and terrifying that it shut her up.

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