She watched through the gap in the cupboard wardrobe as the figure floated in front of the cupboard, her breath being held to try and prevent noise, her sons struggling to keep quiet beside her. She seen through the gap, a hand approach the door handle, her eyes closing tightly as she prayed this was just a big nightmare…
"April…" Punk exclaimed from downstairs, "April, do we have any screwdrivers in here? Seth has lost his." Punk entered his home at the right time.
AJ opened her eyes and quietly gasped, watching the figure through the gap as it disappeared quickly. She had to warn Punk, or else god knows what could happen to him.
She climbed out of the wardrobe as elegantly as she could, trying to stay as quiet as she possibly could.
"Stay here." AJ whispered as she turned round to Tate and Thomas still in the cupboard, "Don't move." She told them in a hushed voice, watching them as they nodded with confusion, shutting the wardrobe doors over and slowly tip toeing out of the room.
"Phil." AJ whispered harshly over the banister, not knowing where the intruder had went, "Phil, where are you?" She said, not wanting to step foot downstairs with her children still upstairs.
Punk heard his name being called rather quietly from upstairs as he checked in their kitchen drawers for screwdrivers to take back to work. He left the kitchen to go to the bottom of the stairs, looking up at AJ leaning over the banister with tears streamed eyes.
"April, what's wrong?" He asked her, putting one foot on the first stair, attempting to go upstairs to see what was wrong with his wife, when he felt someone from behind pull his t-shirt back with such force that he landed on his back and done a backwards roll.
"Phil." AJ shrieked, looking back at Tate's room to which her sons were in, then looking back to her husband trying to get to his feet.
Punk only got a chance to look at the man for a few seconds, knowing exactly who it was, "You…" Punk whispered harshly, next thing seeing black as Tim had hit him over the head with something hard, sending him crashing to the floor at the bottom of the stairs.
"Phil…" AJ panicked rushing around to the top of the stairs, running down and standing on her undone lace, tumbling headfirst downstairs, landing at the bottom on top of Punk, blood pouring from her cut head as everything went dark for her.
"Look at you two." Tim smiled sarcastically, kicking Punks foot, "What a lovely image." He smiled, stepping around the wounded couple, stepping up the stairs slowly.
Half an hour later...
AJ woke up with sudden confusion, her head with blood dried in at the side, her body lying on top of Punks, everything suddenly coming back to her as she regained consciousness.
"Phil." AJ shook Punk hard on the chest, "Phil, wake up." She begged, climbing off of him from her fall down the stairs, watching Punk's eyes begin to open, completely hazed over from the pounding of his head.
"Tim…" Punk said immediately as he came back to planet earth, he then looked to AJ who had dried in blood down the side of her face, "April, are you ok?" He asked with fear as she nodded, only interested in one thing.
"Phone the cops. I'll go see if the boys are ok." AJ said, thinking that the intruder would have left straight after knocking Punk out and watching her fall down the full set of stairs. She knew that Punk knew who it was, she could see in his awoken face.
Punk got to his feet, feeling like he was going to throw up from the obvious concussion he had, nevertheless grabbing the telephone and dialling nine one one, not quite getting to speak to anyone as AJ let out a piercing scream from upstairs.
He dropped the phone and ran upstairs with the only speed he could afford, dashing into Tate's room where AJ was to see her looking into the empty wardrobe.
"What… what is it?" Punk shook his head. He assumed that the boys would have still been sleeping. Tim would have been out to hurt him, not his family.
"I told them… I said… stay here." AJ pointed to the cupboard, "He's took them." AJ cried as Punk swallowed loudly, hesitantly walking into the room and looking on at the empty cupboard, feeling AJ turn into him, crying loudly in his chest.
Everything had happened so quickly for Punk to digest, he was still confused on why Tim was in his house, it was definitely him, he still had nightmares about his face.
"I'll find them. Don't worry." Punk said, promising his wife he would find their sons, he wouldn't rest until he did. It was one thing to mess with him, but to mess with his wife and children. Tim had a death wish coming.
AJ cried recklessly into Punks chest, feeling hopeless and physically sick. The thought of some man dragging her children from their home, probably into some van, god knows what plan he had for them, she was absolutely terrified.
"You know him…" AJ looked up at her husband, knowing fine well that he knew the intruder in their home who had taken their children.
AJ looked down at AJ, her tears streaked down her cheeks, her eyes filled with so much pain and sadness.
"Yeah." Punk nodded, "My old cell mate." Punk said, "I need you… I need you to stay here, phone the cops, tell them everything." Punk left Tate's room, running downstairs two at a time.
"Phil." AJ ran after her husband, "Please find them." She stepped off the last stair, looking at him grabbing his car keys and phone.
"I won't come home without them." Punk promised his wife, kissing her head as she shut her eyes, "Stay here, stay safe, don't go anywhere. I'll find them, I promise." He said, with that walking by her and out of the door, so much anger and rage in him, having tried to hide it whilst being under his wife's eye.
It was all so sudden, he dreaded to know what would have happened if he didn't come home early. He would not re enter his house without his sons in hand. He hadn't seen Tim in three years and evidently he still looked the exact same from the seconds he seen his face. The same scars and yellow bloodshot eyes, the same greasy hair tied back. The thought of him touching and even speaking to his children made him feel physically sick.
He got into his car and phoned Seth to tell him he wouldn't be returning to work because of an incident at home, not getting into too much detail or else Seth would have the full of Philadelphia out searching for Tate and Thomas. This was something Punk had to do alone, he had to knock Tim's teeth down his throat, alone.
He hung up his small and short phone call from Seth, sitting his Phone on the passengers seat, turning the car engine on with his keys, about to pull away from his home when his phone began to ring. He rolled his angered eyes and viciously picked the phone up, staring at the unknown number and answering it.
"What?" He spoke bluntly.
"That's no way to answer a man who has your kids held hostage." Tim chuckled over the phone as Punks back stiffened, his free hand clenching into a fist.
"You hurt them, Tim. I swear to God…" Punk gritted his teeth.
"You'll what?" Tim chuckled at how angry he was getting his former cell mate, "May I remind you it was me who beat you up for six months in prison. I promised you I would get out, I'd get your boys calling me dad and I'd fuck your wife in the ass." Tim grinned to himself.
"You tell me where you are right now." Punk said, "You want me, you can have me… just give me my sons." Punk said, not stalling or fucking around. He wanted his children back to safety.
"Brigeton motel." Tim said, "Don't worry, I gave your boys a little something to calm them down. They're having a little snooze right now." Tim laughed, hearing the line go dead as Punk had got the only information he needed, where his sons were. He sped off as fast as he could into the night while AJ kept herself inside their home, pacing around like a fool with her hands in her hair, just off the phone with the cops.
Her boys were just little, they wouldn't know what was going on or what was happening. She prayed Punk could get to them in time before any assumed damage would be done. She knew what Punks old cell mate was capable of. Punk still had the scars to show. She was absolutely terrified.
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