Fic: Broken Open 2/?
Broken Open
Summary: After years of violence and abuse Adam finally escapes.
Disclaimer: I know none of these people, nor do I own them, they own themselves. This story is completely fictional.
Warnings: Domestic violence and violence.
Notes: Title taken from the song Broken Open by Adam Lambert. The inspiration for this came from the Darren Hayes song Two Beds and a Coffee Machine.
Other Parts
Part 2
Adam had been asleep for an hour before he woke...needing to be with his children in case they had a nightmare and to reassure himself that they were okay. Although his children hadn’t suffered from nightmares before, he wasn’t sure if being in a strange house would unsettle them.
Adam walked into the children’s room, smiling when he saw they were sleeping soundly. Adam took a seat on the futon and closed his eyes to sleep. It wouldn’t be comfortable but it wasn’t a problem since he had gone to sleep in stranger positions and surroundings. Closing his eyes, Adam fell asleep, reassured now that he would be there if his children needed him.
*******
Looking at the clock, Kris was surprised no one was awake, he would have thought the children at least would be up as it was now nine a.m. Kris stealthily made his way downstairs, wanting to have breakfast ready for when Adam and the children woke up. He had no idea what the children would eat, or even if Adam’s tastes had changed. He quickly decided that the easiest thing to make was pancakes, after all, who could hate pancakes.
As he cooked, Kris tried to figure out what he was going to do next, he wanted to help but he had no idea if Adam would let him. Kris didn’t want Adam to go back to Nathan but he couldn’t stop Adam should he decide to go back to the monster. All he could do was be there for Adam, and show the man that there were other options. He wasn’t blind, to the sorrow in Adam’s eyes when he looked at his children, as though trying to capture each moment with them. Adam acted as though it was the last time he would see his children and Kris couldn’t let that happen.
Feeling eyes on him, Kris turned around in time to spot a mess of red curly hair as Tiffany rushed out of view. He was surprised at how quick she had moved and her interest in him. Returning to his cooking Kris smiled on hearing the familiar footfalls that could only belong to Adam. He turned around in time to see Adam and Patrick walking into the room with Tiffany trailing behind. The children were watching Kris carefully as they took a seat either side of Adam.
Putting down a plate of pancakes and store bought waffles onto the breakfast bar; Kris smiled in encouragement before getting the juice, milk and two bottles of water. He had no idea what the children drank so he thought it best to cover all his bases.
“Daddy?” Tiffany asked biting her lip.
Adam smiled saying, “Yeah, beautiful?”
“Who’s that?” Tiffany asked regarding Kris with a suspicious glare.
“He’s my friend, Kris. We’re going to stay with him for a little bit.” Adam said carefully.
Adam hoping that explanation would be enough because he didn’t know how to explain his motives without scaring his children. He didn’t want his children to know they were hiding from Nathan, he didn’t want them to know the truth because it would scare him.
Tiffany nodded as her daddy started putting food on her plate. She was going to make sure this wasn’t like father, she didn’t want daddy to be sad anymore or to wear the ouchie makeup.
Kris sat down at the breakfast bar smiling in greeting at the children, who just nodded at him. He guessed it was too soon to expect the children to smile at him but he wanted them to feel safe in his home. He would never let the children or Adam be in harm’s way again, he would protect them with everything he had. Adam might find his protective nature to be grating eventually but Kris wasn’t going to back down, he had let Adam down before by not seeing his friend was in pain and couldn’t stand doing it again.
**Meanwhile in LA**
Reading the GPS in front of him, Nathan snarled on seeing Adam had gone to San Diego. The man had no right to leave him, Adam belonged to him as did the children. Pressing speed dial one, Nathan paced, anger and hate filling his body. He couldn’t believe Adam had done this to him. That slut, had no right to leave him.
Getting through to Adam’s voicemail Nathan snarled, “Adam, you better get back here now. How dare you do this to me, you little slut. You had no right to leave, Adam. You are mine! I am going to make you wish you were never born for disobeying me! If I have to come and get you, you will be sorry. Get back now, Adam. When I find out who helped you, I am going to kill them.”
Ending the call, Nathan thought about what to do next, he would have to find the scum who had taken Adam get away from him. Nathan assumed it was the man he had spoken to earlier, the man he had dismissed as unimportant because he had trained Adam to obey him. Adam had been warned time and time again of the consequences of betrayal and Nathan was going to do everything he had promised Adam. He would destroy Adam for his transgression. He had given Adam everything he ever wanted but the singer had thrown it all back in his face. He had even let Adam have the family, he had always wanted.
Nathan would not let Adam take the children away. Whilst he hadn’t really developed a bond with the annoyances as he thought of them, they were an effective tool in controlling Adam. Adam quickly cowered when the annoyances were threatened. With a dark smile, Nathan dialled the police, knowing Adam would be soon begging at his feet.
“Please, I need some help...my husband’s...he’s took my children,” Nathan said in a shaking voice, knowing it would make him credible.
The operator said calmly, “Okay, Sir. I need some information from you. Can you please tell me the names and ages of your children? What is your partner’s name?”
Nathan quickly gave the information; smirking when he thought of how Adam would lose the children he loved so much.
“That’s great, Sir. Where are you at the moment?” The operator said soothingly.
“At home. Adam must have taken them from here, their clothes have gone. Please help me get my babies back.”
“Okay, Sir. I am sending some officers for you right away. Would like me to stay on the line?”
“No...I need to see if anyone has seen Adam,” Nathan said ending the call.
Nathan smirked, Adam would be back within a day. The loss of the children would break Adam, the man would quickly come home where he could be punished and made to crawl on his knees for forgiveness.
Going into the bedroom, Nathan went to the back of the closet where Adam kept his address book. Even if he had to dial every man in the book, he would find who had helped Adam and make them suffer.
*******
Adam winced as he stood up, his ribs still hurting after the hard punches Nathan had given him the day before. Although he was in pain, Adam knew he had to call the police to stop Nathan from taking his children away. He was certain Nathan’s first step would be to take Tiffany and Patrick, they were the light in Adam’s world.
“Are you okay?” Kris said whispered, not wanting to alarm the children who were paying with the toys they had managed to pack.
“To be perfectly honest, not really. We need to call the police, I can’t let Nathan take my children,” Adam said agitatedly.
Kris passed over the phone and listened as Adam informed the police of the domestic abuse. He knew the matter of the children would have to be addressed when the police arrived, Adam wouldn’t want to have his children out of sight.
Adam put down the phone before turning to Kris saying, “They are sending round some police, I hope they are not homophobes.”
“I'm sure they won’t be. Do you want to watch a little television while we wait for them?”
Adam shook his head at Kris’s suggestion, needing time to organise his thoughts. He couldn’t just be an incoherent wreck when the police arrived. He had to be in control so the police listened to him and helped.
Twenty five minutes later, the door rang and Kris rushed to open it. At the doorway were two men, one was African-American with a serious smile and an air of authority. The second man had a svelte diver’s build, compact but powerful.
“My name is detective Tony Kerry and this is my partner, detective Jeff Foster. We received a telephone call from a Mr Lambert?”
“Hello detectives. Adam is in the lounge,” Kris said with seriously.
Once the men had walked inside the house, Kris led the pair to the lounge before looking at the children and seeing the worried look in Adam’s eyes.
“Tiff, Rick, Kris wants to play blocks with you. Why don’t you play them in your bedroom?”
Tiffany glared remembering that daddy always sent them to their room when father made him cry with the bangs. These men were not going to hurt her daddy. Turning to Kris, the man her daddy said was good, Tiffany said quickly, “Will you stay with daddy if we play blocks upstairs? Or...I can stay, I don't have to play. They might be bad men. Please, Mr Kris.”
Adam was surprised at his daughter’s response since building blocks were her favourite game, hence the reason he had pack them in her suitcase along with Patrick’s fire truck. Seeing Tiffany’s face as she looked at Kris, Adam smiled slightly on recognising the look as one he used on incompetent people.
Kneeling so he could look straight into his daughter’s eyes Adam said gently, “Tiff, baby, it’s okay. These men aren’t going to hurt me, just play with your blocks for bit. I won’t be talking to the men for long.”
Tiffany nodded in acceptance as she held her hand out for Kris, walking out of the room slowly whilst casting wary looks at the men. She would listen to make sure daddy wasn’t crying. She wished Mr Kris was staying to help daddy.
Once the children were safely out of earshot, Adam sat down, gesturing for the police to do the same. He sat back and took a deep breath, he needed to get it right on the first try.
“Hello, Mr Lambert. My name is detective Kerry and this is my partner, detective Foster. I believe you called our station about a domestic abuse charge.”
“Yeah. My husband has been hitting me for a while but when he started threatening my babies, I had to get away. I couldn’t let him hurt my babies.”
Detective Foster said “Okay, tell me everything that happened.”
With a deep breath Adam recanted, “We went in our bedroom. Nathan was angry because I had made the steak medium instead of rare. I had gotten distracted by something...I can’t remember what. He just started hitting me on my stomach first then my face and arms. I knew he was going to really hurt me since he had hit me in the face. Nathan’s never that careless; he said it would get too much attention. He didn’t want the world seeing what a useless slut he has for a husband.”
Whenever Nathan lost his temper enough to hit him in the face, Adam had to cancel appearances. It had only happened four times but each time, he had been unable to leave the house for a week until the bruises started to fade and he could apply enough makeup to hide them. accepted that these cancellations just cemented his uncooperative, diva image.
“What happened then?” Detective Kerry said gently.
His voice shaking slightly Adam said, “He said that if the children didn’t stop making a noise, he was going to hit them to teach them a lesson. I couldn’t let him hurt by babies. I needed to get far away as possible. We all packed and got into the car, I just started driving, until we reached a hotel where it looked like no one would ask any questions. I called Kris for help because I knew Nathan wouldn’t expect me to go to Kris. Kris and I haven’t really spoken in years because of our schedules and stuff. To be honest, I haven’t spoken to most of my friends in a while, Nathan didn’t like it when I did.”
“That’s great, Mr Lambert. Now, we need to take some photographs of your injuries. We can do those here, if you want?” Detective Foster said, knowing the man wouldn’t want to be separated from his children.
Adam nodded in agreement as the detective pulled out a camera and started taking photographs. He knew it would make more sense for the photographs to be done at the police station or even the hospital but he wanted to stay by his children. He couldn’t subject them to having to go to the police station or the hospital while he was examined.
“Okay, Mr Lambert. We have all the photographs we need. We might have to talk to you again.” Detective Kerry said with a professionl smile.
“I'll be staying here for a while.” Adam said honestly.
Kris’s place was a good temporary hideout until he had convinced Kris to keep his children there safe whilst he dealt with Nathan. Standing, he showed the detectives to the door, sighing in relief once they were gone.
Adam called up to his children and Kris that it was okay to come down. He was quickly tackled by a ball of flaming red hair as Tiffany tightly hugged him, followed by Patrick who gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. Adam knew the next few days would be hard but he would get through it, he had to for his children.
End Part 2