Just to clear some things up. I seen a few reviews asking who Tim/Timothy was. He is Punks old cell mate.
"Do you think she was deliberately saying all those things? But, I mean… how could she have known?" AJ questioned herself and Punk the next morning, Punks head resting against her shoulder as she lay on her back with the sheets clutched to her body.
"Baby… it's 7am. I know you're confused with all of this but just…" He put his finger to her lips, really wanting to get in as much sleep as he could before the boys got up in an hour or so.
AJ smacked his hand away, "Phil, I'm being serious. I'm worried that she's doing this deliberately." AJ fidgeted with her fingers.
"She's crazy. Literally. You know the feeling. She's probably just… I don't know, maybe she likes you so much that she wants to be like you." He shrugged with a sleepy voice, his eyes still closed while he spoke.
"I never told her about you killing my father." AJ said, Punk's eyes opening at the touchy subject that always sat with him.
"Well ask her about it at her next appointment." He suggested, "She's just a confused little girl." Punk said, pulling the sheets further up his body as he shut his eyes again.
"But she looked me right in the eye when she was telling me. Like she knew, but she couldn't have… there's no way." AJ shook her head, staring up at the ceiling, a million and one thoughts running through her head.
"AJ… I'm going to go sleep in Tate's bed with him if you don't stop rambling on. Just let it go." He told her, hearing her mumble under her breath.
"Well excuse me for wondering about a girl who seems to know everything about my life." AJ rolled her eyes, hearing Punk snore beside her, his forehead resting on her shoulder as she smiled. She could never be mad with him. He was the greatest husband anyone could ask for.
Later on…
"Boys, come get your lunch!" AJ shouted from the kitchen out to the back garden to where she watched Tate and Thomas play from the kitchen window, their little feet scuttering towards the back door to come for their lunch.
"Where's daddy?" Thomas asked as he came into the kitchen behind Tate, climbing up on the kitchen chair to have his lunch, not seeing his father anywhere.
"He's working." AJ said, putting down the sandwiches she had made for them and the two orange juice boxes. They were both very attached to their father. Like most parents, AJ was usually the one the boys cried to and hugged their little arms around when they were upset or angry, Punk was more the parent they looked to for jokes and to go play in the back garden with. Of course AJ and Punk could play both roles, but it normally fitted into that usual pattern.
"When is he home?" Tate asked, holding the sandwich in his little hands as AJ finished the rest of the dishes from this mornings breakfast.
"He has to work late tonight." AJ frowned, "You'll be in bed when he gets home." She told them as they both pouted with sadness. Punk sometimes had to work longer shifts than the normal 9 to 5 that he usually worked, which AJ hated. She hated being alone in the house by herself past 8pm when it gone dark outside. She just felt so unsafe without her husband.
She sat at the table with the boys whilst sorting out some paper work and notes for each of her patients, keeping an eye on her children while they attempted to throw the chips she had put on their plates at each other. She sincerely couldn't have wanted a baby girl any more. She hoped that if they did have another baby, and like she wished, it was a girl, that it would maybe help the boys mature a little and be more gentle and sensitive, unlike the wild, maniacs they were at the moment.
She had just finished putting all the work she had sort away, when the door rang like yesterday again. She got up from the kitchen table and walked out into the hallway, walking straight down and to the front door, opening it up with an uneasy gut feeling in her stomach.
"Jenny." AJ said, trying her best to smile, "What are you doing here?" She asked, keeping the door fairly shut.
"I was just wondering if I could speak to you again. My family are still out of town and I'm feeling a little lonely. I know you told me to surround myself with people, to, you know… help my thoughts." Jenny said as AJ nodded.
AJ didn't want to let Jenny in, but the psychiatrist side of her told her she should.
"My mom is visiting later tonight, but I have a spare hour right now." AJ said, widening the door as Jenny smiled with her brilliantly played 'sweet innocent' girl acting, walking into the house as AJ shut the door.
"Is your husband in?" Jenny asked.
"No, no… he's actually working late tonight." AJ said, leading Jenny through into the kitchen to where the boys had already left the table and were back outside playing.
"That's too bad." Jenny said, taking a seat down at the kitchen table, watching AJ switch the kettle on.
"He only has to do it once a week, it's not really an issue." AJ said, taking two mugs out as she was watched closely by Jenny.
"Listen, about what I was saying yesterday…" Jenny began as AJ turned around, leaning against the kitchen counter, "I was only playing with you… well for the boyfriend killing my father part. The rest is all true." Jenny said, "I read the paper three years ago, about your husband's appeal. I don't know why I said it. I was expecting some sort of reaction from you, you're always so calm and in control of your feelings." Jenny said as AJ turned round to pour the roasting hot water into the mugs.
"So you wanted to use that to get some sort of reaction out of me?" AJ asked with confusion, taking the mugs and sitting them down at the kitchen table, sitting across from Jenny.
"Yeah." She nodded, "I mean, the part about me having had an abortion before is true. I just wanted to see if you would snap." Jenny shrugged.
"Ok, well… as much as I appreciate your honesty, Jenny. I don't appreciate you using such a strong incident in my life to try and get a reaction from me. I'm trying to help you. I'm trying to help you with your anxiety and your mental problems. I don't need you digging into my life and getting some sort of kick out of it." AJ said, hoping Jenny understood wheres he stood with her.
"I know. It was wrong for me to do that. My mind just wanders sometimes, as you already know." Jenny said as AJ nodded.
"Just, don't do it again, yeah?" AJ asked of her.
"I promise." Jenny nodded, "You must be so strong. You know… with your husband being put in prison for killing your father? How did you forgive him?" Jenny asked.
"You know, this is exactly what I'm talking about." AJ said with a strict tone, "As much as I'd really love to be your friend and be here anytime for you to talk, I don't want to be asked about my life and my past. I… I'm here to help you. I don't need you to give me help. I'm fine." AJ nodded to her.
"Ok." Jenny put her hands up in defence, "I just thought that maybe if you told me how you felt, it would help me. Like if we were to exchange feelings." Jenny smiled with excitement as AJ tried her best to smile.
AJ supposed she had a point, exchanging feelings and talking to people did release happy hormones which Jenny was in need of.
"Well, I forgave him because I love him." AJ answered her question, "Plus, it was an accident, he didn't mean to kill him." AJ said, "We've moved on from that now." AJ said.
Just as Jenny was about to speak up again, Thomas trailed into the kitchen with tear streaked eyes and a painful feature across his face.
"Thomas, what's wrong?" AJ asked as Thomas pointed to his leg which was showing a small concrete cut, a little bit of blood which of course AJ took out of context.
"Oh, dear." AJ sighed, lifting Thomas under the arms and placing him up on the kitchen counter, "Wait and mommy will go upstairs and get the first aid box, ok." AJ said as Thomas nodded, feeling his mother kiss his head to comfort him in this stressful and painful time.
"I'll just be a minute." AJ looked over at Jenny who nodded with a fake smile, dropping it as soon as AJ had left the kitchen to run upstairs and get the first aid box.
She looked across at Thomas gurning softly as he sat on the kitchen counter. Even she, with no heart, could admit that both little boys were extremely cute and charming, but to her they were still whiny little brats who were just in her way from doing her job.
Thomas of course being a child, stared out the lady in his kitchen while sniffling his nose from the tears he was crying quietly, trying to be brave like his mother always told him.
"What are you looking at? Little brat." Jenny spat in Thomas's direction.
"Excuse me." AJ stood at the door with the first aid kit in her hand, death staring Jenny as she listened to the way she had spoken to her son who had done absolutely nothing wrong.
Jenny wasn't sure what to do or say, there was nothing she could do to cover up what she had just said to Thomas. She had been caught red handed.
"Don't you ever, talk to my son like that. I want you to leave, right now." AJ pointed out of the kitchen as she watched Jenny stand up with an upset feature across her face, the only thing Jenny seemed to think of to try and get some sympathy.
"Close the door on your way out." AJ told her, watching Jenny walk down the hall and out of the front door.
It was so bizarre to her that Jenny was acting in this way. The first few sessions they had spoken, she seemed fine and sweet enough of course with the obvious problems, but now she seemed to be interfering in her family life when she had no right to. All AJ was trying to do was help her with her mental health issues, not request her to be rude to her family and question her on things she had no right to.
"It's ok, baby." AJ walked over to Thomas with some wipes and plasters, "Don't you listen to her." She told her son, cupping his cheek softly as Thomas nodded, not that he had paid much attention to Jenny anyway.
Later that night…
"Phil, I don't know if I can keep seeing her." AJ spoke to Punk on the phone whilst he was taking his break, late on into the night where the kids were fast asleep on the couch beside her.
"It's up to you." Punk told her, "But if she says anything else to the kids, I'll be speaking to her." Punk told AJ, not having some crazy lady come in and disturb his children for no reason.
"I mean, I'm trying to help her, you know… you'd think she'd appreciate what I'm trying to do." AJ spoke through the phone, playing with Tate's hair as he lay into her side fast asleep.
"You know the feeling. When you're crazy you don't appreciate anything." Punk reminded her as she nodded, switching the phone to the other ear.
"I just feel really uncomfortable around her now." AJ told her husband, hoping she could find some comfort in him, really wishing he was home to cuddle.
"Well if you feel that uncomfortable, then tell her to go somewhere else. Don't put up with her. You're the one that's trying to help her." Punk reminded AJ, spinning around on a chair at work in the office part of the garage, the loud radio and sound of working men could be heard in the background.
"I know. I just need to think about it." AJ told him, "The kids are fast asleep." AJ changed the subject.
"Good." Punk nodded through the phone, "So does that mean I'll be coming home to you, on our bed, naked?" Punk grinned to himself, of course no one around him as he spoke to his wife.
"It depends how long you are." AJ smiled, "Take too long and I might fall asleep." She teased.
"I'm sure the desire you have for me will keep you awake." Punk said, hearing AJ chuckle through the phone, "Listen sweetheart, I have to go, Seth is going to kill me. But I'll be home soon, kiss the boys goodnight for me." He said, standing up off his seat, getting ready to go back and work for the last two hours.
"I will." AJ promised, "I love you."
"I love you too." Punk spoke through the phone, hanging up with a smile and dropping his phone on the desk with all the list of cars that had to be fixed by certain dates, heading back into the garage to finish off the brakes he was working on.
Across town…
"You can't keep getting thrown out like this. She'll not want to see you again." Tim paced in the small motel room he was living at, staring at Jenny sitting on the bed.
"It's those damn kids. They're always there distracting her from me." Jenny rolled her eyes.
"Stupid, fucking little brats." Tim kicked a chair with anger.
"Why do you even need to know so much about them. You have the main parts, just go straight into the plan." Jenny shrugged.
"Have you worked out what shifts he works?" Tim asked Jenny.
"Yeah. He works nine to five on a Saturday, late on a Sunday. He's off on a Friday. I'm not sure about the rest of the week." Jenny shrugged.
"So my best bet is to go on a Sunday." Tim said as she nodded, "It's too late now. This time next week, he's going to be at work, smiling and laughing with his friends. He won't know what has hit him."
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