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The Character, Jonathon, isn't mine. Full ownership and credit goes to classykazmiller25.
Inspiration: "Black and blue" by Neon Hitch:
"Cause I am just like you
But I got away
These bruises make me
Who I am today
And no, I'm not okay
I'm just great
Pemass by my side
Thank you Mr. Wade
And you just gotta know
I'm here for you(you 4x)
And I will fight until
I'm black and blue(blue 4x)
Cause sticks and stones
May break my bones
But it's all worth while
If I've got you..."
I was exhausted. This extra weight on my body was starting to catch up with me, and my back is also killing me! Plus my father's sudden presence within this base wasn't helping my anger nor was it controlling my outraged hormones that seem to have lost all sense of balance and harmony. And man was I bored. Yuri and Nikolai, nor has Archer, Gary, Ozone, or Meat have come back yet, and its been like...what? An hour or so? An hour feels like one hundred thousands hours to a pregnant women! Do they not know not to keep a pregnant women waiting?
I happen to run into Gary's twin brother, Jonathon, in the infirmary. A very big surprise. I mean, don't they usually keep siblings separated in military's? Tamara told me a lot about the military, since she was an undercover. She told me that when her and her sister, Brianna, were in the military, they often kept them separated. She really didn't understand why, they just did. Guess it some rule that they had in the military handbook. It was kind of a awkward meet, because their identical, so I assumed he was Gary. So I was literally yelling at him when he walked by me so causally and not answering me which royally pissed me the hell off. Yeah, let's just say being pregnant and raging, I have surprisingly remarkably good aim when throwing the nearest things next to me at people now.
So currently, I had Jonathon laying down on my medical bed, with his head on my lap, with a ice bag on his forehead, where I absentmindedly and daringly threw, what was it? One those things that check your pulse in your arm, and I guess the metal part hit him because it left a plum sized knot on his forehead when he turned around to see who the hell was yelling. "Sorry...I um...don't usually throw things at people like this," I apologized sheepishly as I gazed down at Gary's look-a-like. He shrugged his shoulder's. He had his hands on his stomach, with his legs crossed, and with his eyes close.
"I've been shot in the shoulder before sweetie. I can forgive about this, though I have to admit, you have very good aim." I laughed lightly at his comment. "And it's not everyday I get to have a beautiful woman attending my injuries." I could feel my cheeks start to heat up, but I managed to laugh.
"Trying to be flirtatious now John?" I questioned, as I gazed down at him, a tad bit annoyed. I already had to deal with Meat! I don't have a problem with flirting men, well I kind of do, cause I get easily irritated. I mean, I wouldn't mind guys flirting with me if I wasn't still trying to get over how Makarov flirted with me when we first met, and it ached my heart to remember that day because I fell for him and I thought he fell for me. And also being lied and deceived by him, I feel like a huge IDIOT for falling for him like that. "Cause remember, I do have an ice bag."
"I can hear a threat in your words honey."
"More like a promise. But whatever image you have in your head, it's more than likely not going to happen."
"And why not?" he questioned, as he opened his eyes, and bright green orbs, just like Gary's, stared at me with a curious look.
"Because I'm doubtful I can shove my foot up your ass John. Have you seen this beautiful round stomach?" I questioned, as I rub it gently with my free hand, "It kind of stops me from crouching." He chuckled, as he lifted his left arm and reached for my stomach, but stop a few inches.
"May I Lydia?" he asked. I nodded my head a yes, and he gently placed his hand on my stomach. I could feel him move his thumb, as he softly caressed my stomach. I have to admit, it felt nice. "How long are you?"
"About six...maybe seven months. It's a girl also if you were planning to ask that next."
"Are you a freaking mind reader?"
"No. I had that Scottish guy and I think someone else ask me the same questions."
"Have you decided what to name her yet?" I felt like my mind had the biggest brain fart. Jonathon just made me realize that for nearly six months, I haven't even thought about what I should even call my first daughter. I was so freaking paranoid that Makarov would find me...that thinking about names wasn't even a concern at the time to me.
"No. I haven't yet. I mean, I've been going through a really bad breakup with her father...well more like he quite literally started stalking me after I left him and I went into hiding that thinking about names didn't cross my mind."
"Why you left her father? Didn't he want the baby?"
"He wanted the baby," I answered truthfully, "But I found out things about him and realized that he was a horrible person and he started to get physical with me. I have a pretty big scar on my back that he gave me in one our fights that got really bad." I could see anger flash in Jonathon's eyes. "You want to see?" I questioned. He sat upright and took the ice age from my hands and held it against his head and turned around, managing to cross his legs telling me that is was a yes. I turned around so my back was facing Johnathan. I slowly tugged the back of shirt up, and pulled it over my head so my back was visible but my front was covered completely. I knew he could see my bra strap.
"My god Lydia.." I could feel him trace the scar that ran across my back with his fingers, it started from under my right shoulder blade and it went diagonally, stopping at edge of my left hip, nearly making it around to my stomach.
"You have no idea how scared I was after he give me this scar. I honestly thought he was going to kill me," I stated as I started to remember that black day.
"Who the fuck was that guy?!" yelled Makarov at me. I don't know why he was making such a big deal about this. I crossed my arms and glared at him.
"He happens to be an old friend that you refused to let me see!"
"And how do I know you aren't fucking him?!" I stared at him wide-eyed.
"What the hell?! He's just a fucking friend Makarov! Ever since I've been in this relationship, you kept everybody away from me! Why?! Why do you keep my friends and my family away from me huh?" I yelled at him, angry. He glared at me. "Because you think they'll take me away or something?!"
"To keep you safe." Now I was beyond pissed off. For one not answering my question, and two for lying right in front of my face.
"From what?! There's nothing out there to harm me Makarov!" I approached him, till I was face to face with him, "I'm sick and tired of you keeping me away from everybody. I'm sick and tired of your fucking stuck up attitude. I'm sick and fucking tired of you ignoring me. I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired! And you know what! I hate you! I hate you for killing my brother! I hate you for everything," I yelled at him right in his face. I could tell I struck something from the look in his eyes, but I so mad to even care. "I've been committed to you and to this stupid relationship and you dare say that I'm cheating on you?! You know what?! I'm done with you and this damn relationship! We're done!" I walked away from him, and went to the door to exit his stupid, humongous office that should have been a living room. My fingers didn't even touch the metal doorknob, when I felt myself being yanked back. I let out a surprise gasp, when I was whirled around and was face to face to a very seething Makarov. He held me tightly by my upper arms very painfully, to prevent me from running or to hit him away from me. The look in his eye sent fear down my spine. The Makarov I knew wasn't there anymore.
"Listen here you pathetic lowlife!" I wasn't listening, panic started to quickly grasp my body, and I started to squirm trying to escape his death grip.
"Makarov! Let me go! You're hurting me!" I tried to pull back, but he wrap an arm around me, pinning my arms to my side, and roughly grasp my face forcing me to look at him.
"Everything I am doing is for you! For us!" he spat. I cringed at his words. What was he talking about?! Without warning he harshly kissed me, trying to force his tongue into my mouth. I tried to turn my head but he had a firm grasp on my face. I started to cry as I resisted kissing him. As I tried to fight him off, but he was bigger and stronger then me.
"Makarov...stop! YURI!" I screamed for my friends help. I couldn't believe he was assaulting me! In the distance, I could hear the sound of rushing of feet coming towards the room to see why I've screamed for help. Somehow, I managed to free one of my arms and I did the only thing I could think of. I slapped him as hard as he could. He let me go, and grab his face. I step back, away from him. He slowly turned his attention back to me, his gaze deathly terrifying. Then without warning, he lunged for me. I made a run towards the door, but he grab me by the waist and pulled me back. He turned me around and slap me twice as hard then I did to him. Being smaller in height and weight, I literally flew backwards, falling sideways and I felt something dig into my back and pain erupted throughout my body. I think I hit some counter or something. I screamed in pain and cried even harder, as I grasp my back and felt that my shirt was wet. I pulled my hand to see what it was and saw red. So much red.
I saw the door fling open and rushed in Yuri, followed by Dmitri and Aleskandr and a group of soldiers with unfamiliar faces entered the room behind them. They stared at the scene before them. Yuri rushed towards me the moment he saw me. It didn't take long for them to figure out what happen. Aleskandr, Dmitri and a few soldier's wrestled Makarov out of the room, while Yuri and the remaining soldier's tended to me.
"Lydia? Are you hurt?" questioned Yuri, as he picked me up, so I was on my knees, facing him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into a death hug. I buried my face into the side of his neck, crying.
"My back. It burns Yuri. Make it stop!" I cried. He said something in Russian to one of the soldier's and I felt someone lift up the back of shirt. I heard slight gasping and I heard someone say something urgently back in Russian to Yuri, while pinning my shirt up with something.
"Lydia, little sister. I'm going to pick up okay. It might hurt," whispered Yuri to me. I nodded an okay. He wrap his arms under my ass, to avoid touching my back and picked me up like I was a little girl. I wrap my legs around his waist as he rushed out of the room, followed by the soldiers, to take me somewhere. I let out painful whimper's as the pain on my back intensified. "Shh, little sister. Everything is going to be fine. Close your eyes. Close your eyes and the pain will go away."
I felt so exhausted, so I did just that. And he was right, the pain went away.
"Why didn't you report him?" questioned Jonathon while I pulled my shirt down and snapping out of that memory. I shrugged my shoulder's.
"I was so terrified that he would get violent again," I answered as I turned around to face him again. I crossed my legs and motioned for him to lay down again so I can hold the ice bag for him. He did. "And it was also because I loved him."
"Love can make anybody a fool," he stated. I laughed at the irony.
"I know. How long do you think Gary and the rest are going to come back?"
"Maybe another hour or so." I groaned in annoyance. Jonathon laughed.
"Jonathon, I have an ice bag!"
General Rodriguez, Lydia's father, gazed at the men of Task Force 141. "Where did you find her?" questioned General Rodriguez.
"Under the floor broads of the safe house Tamara, our undercover, ran," answered Ghost.
"How so?" questioned General Shepherd, "Nobody would have ever guessed of looking underneath the floor's."
"I searched the deceased body of Tamara and found a note that she hid inside her bra that stated that she was under the floor. Possibly moments after she hid Lydia and Makarov's men assaulted the safe house," answered Roach.
"Hmm...Thank you men. You have provided the answer's we were seeking. Please carry on with your day," stated General Rodriguez. The men of Task Force 141 saluted him and both General's saluted back, before their men exited their office.
"Jose, don't you find it odd how Makarov attacked a safe house? He has never did anything like this before. And how Tamara hid your daughter right before Makarov's men came. Why didn't she save the other's?" questioned General Shepherd.
"You do have a point General. But the attack on the safe house was sudden if you took a look at the picture's. All were unprepared. Makarov was looking for something. But whatever it was, it wasn't there."
"Yes, but why attack a safe house with children in it?"
"You already know how Makarov is sir. He has no regard of human life anymore, he doesn't think twice of who he kills, even if it is a child."
"In the meantime, I want your daughter under a twenty-four hour protection watch. Makarov might have gotten news about a survivor making it out alive."
"Yes sir."
"And there's one more thing."
"And what would that be sir?"
"I want you to talk to your daughter and ask her questions. Maybe she will know why Makarov attacked the safe house, and I think you want to know why she was even there also I assume."
"Understood sir. I will start right away." General Rodriguez felt a sudden rush of fear and his heart pounded away at the anxious feeling he was getting. He had to confront his very own daughter who he hasn't seen for nearly twelve years after he assaulted her and her brother's mother. And after her sudden outburst in the mess hall, he knew to goddamn well that things weren't going to end well. Especially with her being pregnant.
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