FIC: Broken Open 5/6
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.
Pairing: Adam/Kris
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Domestic abuse, violence and swearing.
Notes: Title taken from the song Broken Open by Adam Lambert. The inspiration for this came from the Savage Garden song Two Beds and a Coffee Machine.
Other Parts
Part 5
As his partner walked over frowning, Kerry looked up in confusion. The Lambert case seemed to be a fairly open and shut case. They had evidence of Alexander’s abuse from the photographs and the report from the social worker clearly thought that he was abusive.
Foster said seriously, “We’ve got trouble. The LAPD went to arrest Alexander and he wasn’t there. He’s told his secretary that he is taking a sabbatical. They’ve got an APB out on him.”
Foster was worried since someone, probably a cop, had spilled the beans to the press about Adam Lambert being with Kris Allen. To his mind, it was likely that Alexander was on his way to San Diego. He was disgusted that someone would do something to put Adam Lambert and his children in danger just so they could feel important for a little bit.
Kerry said sighing, “I'll give Lambert a call and make sure he keeps his guard up. We should probably have a patrol car add it to their route just in case. Do you think the brass will authorise a car to watch the house tonight?”
“Probably since his husband is an abusive bastard and they’re panicking about someone as famous as him getting hurt on their watch. At least Lambert has bodyguards, I can’t see Alexander going after him in broad daylight.”
The bodyguards would give them one less thing to worry about and would reduce the chances of something happening, great since they didn’t have the resources to give the singer a 24/7 guard. With that thought in mind, Kerry picked up the phone so he could get everything organised.
*******
Adam’s eyes were sparkling as they walked through the streets, holding on tightly to his children’s hands, surprised to see Tiffany lightly holding onto Kris’s hand. The shopping trip had been remarkably ordinary and he loved it. He wasn’t used to being outside the house with his children whenever he wanted since Nathan had pretty much kept him under house arrest, only able to leave when his career demanded it and when Nathan accompanied him.
They were about to walk past Rock'n Sprouts when a top in the window caught his eye, it would look wonderful on Patrick. Since they had already picked up most of the toys, he thought the children wouldn’t mind a short clothing store detour before they headed back to Kris’s home.
“Let’s have a quick look in here,” Adam suggested.
Tiffany questioned eagerly, “Do you think they’ll have some green or pink dresses?”
“I'm not sure, honey.” Adam said softly, he was willing to trawl through the entire store to find one.
Adam was going to enjoy buying clothes for his children that weren’t on a list dictated by Nathan. Nathan had very strong opinions on what children should wear and insisted Adam only bought clothes he would approve of or else Adam would get another beating. To Nathan girls should only wear dresses and skirts whilst boys should wear slacks or dress pants with shirts. Adam managed to buy more relaxed clothing for his children by saving $30 from each weekly budget Nathan gave him for groceries, within a month, he would have enough to buy both Tiffany and Patrick some ideal clothing.
Tiffany smiled widely, she loved shopping with her daddy but they didn’t do it a lot. Father would yell at her daddy if they went shopping a lot or spent a lot of time. She had heard Father yelling at daddy that he should stop spending father’s money and stay in where people couldn’t see how pathetic he was, Father called daddy that word a lot. She didn’t know what it meant but it wasn’t a good word since it made her daddy have sad eyes.
She was happy they would be away from Father, and didn’t want to see him again. she didn’t like it when he yelled or made daddy cry. She didn’t need Father because she had the best daddy in the whole world.
*******
Seeing his traitorous husband smiling and laughing caused hatred to surge in Nathan’s veins, how dare the man be so happy. Adam had ruined Nathan’s life by making him look like a fool to the rest of the world, even worse to his mind, a fool with who couldn’t keep his husband under control. Adam had betrayed him after he had bended over backwards to give the singer everything he had ever wanted, even children. Although he had never been interested in having children, Nathan had allowed Adam to have the children he had always wanted and he let Adam have a music career, when by all rights the man should be at home, attending to Nathan's every need.
Nathan freely admitted to using his fists and feet to teach his husband how to behave but felt was Adam’s fault for not being a better husband. Adam was stubborn and never seemed to understand his place so Nathan used violence to teach him. Of course, Nathan had realised people would start asking ridiculous questions and filling Adam’s head with nonsense such as how he didn’t deserve to be hit or that he should leave. The very idea filled Nathan with rage, every violent act he had committed against Adam was for a reason, it wasn’t his fault that his weak, vapid husband couldn’t understand. Nathan felt it was his duty to make Adam into the obedient husband he deserved. Nathan smiled darkly; Kris Allen was a dead man walking. Kris’s death would make Adam suitably cowed and the man would accept his status as Nathan’s slave and whore.
Nathan was in position and ready to take Kris Allen down, he just wanted to make sure the bodyguards that had followed the group were unreachable when he took revenge. He was lucky that the Allen home was surrounded by a grove of trees, making it ideal for him to get into position without anyone suspecting anything. He quickly put together his rifle, looking through the scope to make sure it was in position. He decided not to kill Allen in view of the children since he didn’t want to pay for the therapy bills or risk the children becoming unstable embarrassments in the future.
*******
“You look good,” Kris said frankly as Adam walking into the room after putting the children to bed.
“Yeah, makeup works wonders.” Adam said, stretching slightly to work out the kink his neck caused by sitting in one place for two hours reading stories to his children.
Kris blushed, “I didn’t mean the makeup. I meant...you actually smiled today. A real smile like the Adam I met years ago.”
“He’s still a part of me but I don’t think I'll ever be that naive and trusting again. I should have left Nathan years ago when he first hit me but I believed he would never do it again.”
“Adam, you weren’t to know what kind of man he was and you simply trusted the man you loved. don’t let Nathan do this to you, don’t let him destroy your spirit or stop you from trusting people. Yeah, Nathan is an evil bastard who should never see the light of day but not everyone is like that.”
Adam said hesitantly, “I guess. It’s just hard and... I guess a part of me kinda thinks I did something to make him start hitting me in the first place.”
Kris said passionately, “You didn’t do anything; he’s just an unstable shadow of a man.”
“I know logically that’s true but it’s not easy to undo years of conditioning and fear,” Adam said embarrassed.
Kris said sincerely, “I'll be here to help you. I'm sorry for letting our friendship fade away. I figured our careers and schedules were just driving us apart. After the last four times we tried to meet up years ago failed, I just kinda gave up.”
“I really wanted to meet you but Nathan kinda got in the way. I didn’t know how he would react and to be honest, Nathan didn’t pass over your messages. He would brag about it sometimes. Well, I'm just happy to have you back in my life,” Adam said gently.
“I'm glad to have you back in my life as well. Now why don’t you and have a long bath and relax.”
“That sounds wonderful,” Adam said honestly.
Kris smiled at the thrilled reply before Adam left the room. It was good to see Adam smile again, he never wanted to see that beautiful smile disappear. It felt amazing to have his friend with him again even though he was afraid to ask about Adam’s life in the last three years because it had been fraught with pain. Whilst Adam’s career exploded, it was clear that his personal life was full of violence and fear.
*******
Walking back into the lounge to grab his I-Pod, Adam screamed on finding Kris lying on the floor blood coming from his chest and stomach. Adam ran over and tried to put pressure on the profusely bleeding wounds, absently noting that they were bullet wounds. All he could think about was stopping the blood and if this meant his children were in danger.
Adam said frantically, “Kris, it’s Adam. You’re going to be okay, baby. Just hold on, stay with me.”
“Adam...wanna tell you...before...” Kris slurred, panting hard as he forced out each word.
Adam crooned, “Don’t talk like that, baby. You can tell me whatever you want tomorrow when the doctor’s have patched you up. Just please stay still. Hold on for me, Kris.”
He almost screamed in frustration at the realisation that he wouldn’t be able to keep pressure on both wounds and call the police at the same time. Letting of Kris’s stomach, he desperately stretched just enough to reach the [phone on the end table whilst keeping pressure on the chest wound. With a shaking hand, Adam dialled the police, putting the phone on speaker so that he could focus on trying to stop the blood. He could hear Kris’s laboured breathing and that terrified him. He couldn’t lose Kris.
Adam had no idea what he had told the dispatcher, all he knew was that he was supposed to stay there and apply pressure. After what seemed like hours, there was a loud knock just before the medics appeared.
“Sir, we’re going to take care of him. You can let go now,” A low female voice said.
Adam nodded, quickly moving back and staring in fear at the tableau in front of him as the medics worked hard to save Kris. They were talking rapidly to each other and Adam couldn’t understand what it all meant. Adam snarled when the police officer detective Foster had said would be sitting outside their house, walked in with a surprised look on his face. In that moment, he hated the man for not doing his job and protecting Kris. If it wasn’t for the officer, Kris would be safe and lying on the sofa.
“Mr Lambert. Are you hurt anywhere?” The police officer asked carefully.
“No... the blood is Kris’s. I need to get clean and get my babies because there I no way I am staying here.”
Adam watched as Kris was stretchered out of the house, still alarmingly pale but the flow of blood seemed to be ebbing away. Ignoring the police officer who was watching from the lounge door, Adam quickly left the room and washed his hands in the kitchen sink before going upstairs. Adam bit his lip as he thought about what to do now, he wanted to be at the hospital but he had his children to think about and couldn’t take them to the hospital, it would be too traumatic for them. Adam cursed that there was no one nearby he could trust with his children. Looking at them curled up together in the king sized bed, Adam’s heart wrenched at the realisation that their lives were going to be touched by violence yet again because a part of Adam believed Nathan had been the one who had shot Kris. His husband was violent and his army background meant he was a crack shot.
“D...Daddy, what’s happened?” Tiffany said sleepily, rubbing her eyes.
Deciding he should be honest Adam said, “Kris got a little hurt. He’s gone to the hospital.”
“Did Father hurt him?” Tiffany asked nervously,
Adam sat next to her on the bed and soothingly stroked her head saying, “I don’t think so, darling. Don’t worry, the doctors are looking after him.”
“Good. Daddy...he’s a nice man. I don’t want him to go away.”
“I know and I don’t either. Now go to sleep, baby.”
Tiffany nodded, nestling into the pillow and closing her eyes. If her daddy said Kris was going to be okay then he would be because daddy never lied.
Adam waited until she had gone back to sleep and walked back downstairs, ready for the questions from the police although there wasn’t much he could tell them. His mind was on Kris and for the first time in years he found himself fervently praying for Kris to make it through safe and sound.
*******
“Okay, what have we got here?” The tall, athletic male doctor said as the ambulance doors opened and his patient came into view.
The female medic reeled off, “Kristopher Allen, 36, GSW to the stomach and abdomen. Pulse is tacky in the 140’s and dropped his systolic to 77.”
“We need to intubate and get him to the OR immediately,” The doctor said quickly before the assembled medics quickly pushed the stretcher down the corridor.
The female medic continued reassuring her patient as made their way down the corridor, unclear as to how much he could understand but knowing she had to make sure he stayed calm and conscious.
End Part 5