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Parent triangle. Part 6.

Drunk, homophobic father.

LINKS ARE BORKED, REDOING LATER! Word count: 2622. Warnings can be found in part 1. Read Parent triangle on AO3.

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I'm packing the last of my stuff in crates and boxes, I'm moving in with Alejandro and Rodolfo at the end of the week, when I hear a knock on the door. I push myself up with the help of one of the wooden poles at the corners of the bed frame, have a hard time getting up from sitting on the floor on my own now my babybelly is getting more pronounced. I'm getting pretty round at five months, can't be missed anymore by people who don't know. And there is no way to hide it since it's August, the middle of the summer. I'm dressed accordingly, in a thin shirt and sweatpants that reach above my knees. The silhouette of my dad is visible through the opaque glass of the front door. What's he doing here? Shit, he doesn't know that I'm pregnant! There is no way to hide it!

"Lauren, I can see you. Open the fucking door!" Of course, he's drunk. What a pleasure. Reluctantly I open the door a bit, hide my body behind the part that's not see-through. The stench of alcohol creeps up my nose, makes me nauseous.

"Who let you into the building?" The main door into the building can only be opened by a key or by a button inside an apartment.

He doesn't care what I say and barges in. Makes me step aside from the force he uses to open the door. His eyes instantly fixate on my stomach. "Spreading your legs for two gay guys and even getting knocked up by them? I've always pictured you as a whore. I'm happy the suspicions I've had all these years were correct." He hits me in my face, burns his handprint on my cheek.

"You should have raised me better, then." I bark back, earning myself another imprint on the same spot. "I hate you! You were never a dad to me! Leave and never show your face again!"

"I'm not going anywhere." He closes the door behind him and pushes past me to the kitchen.

"I said leave!" I see him rummage through the drawers and he takes out the biggest knife I own. My heart rate goes wild.

"Sweetheart, let me help you by cutting it out of you." He runs his finger on the sharp edge. "Perfect. Now be the good daughter I deserve and let me have some fun before I remove that abomination, run away and hide."

As fast as my legs can move, I run into my bedroom and lock the door after it closes with a smack. This flimsy lock won't hold for long if my dad tries to force it open. I grab my phone and call my mom. She's not picking up. "Fuck!" Heavy footsteps make their way through the hallway, stop in front of my bedroom door. The knife's blade clangs against the metal door handle.

"Darling, I'll make it quick and easy because I love you."

Rudy is the first one I find in my recent calls and I call him. He will know how to handle the situation. "Hey Lau, what's-"

I cut him off. "My dad's in my house threatening me with a knife. He's drunk. I'm scared!" I hear him curse, then other people asking him something and the static of their radios. Fuck, he's on the field and not at base?

"Alejandro, get your ass to Lauren's ASAP, her father's trying to attack her. He's drunk."

Loud bangs on the door scare me and I yell. "I'm done playing with you. Get out of your room, whore!" My dad punches his fists against the door again.

"Lauren, are you okay?" Rudy asks worried, heard the noise too. And my scream.

"For now. I locked myself in my bedroom."

"Thank god." He sighs. "Push your bed in front of the door. I know it's bad for the baby to push something so heavy, but I need you to survive." I get off my bed and take a second to think about how this will affect the baby. I haven't done much exercise lately, my energy has been too low since two months. My bed is on the opposite side of the room, and it's a two-person bed. I put my phone on speaker on the mattress and breathe in. I groan while pushing the frame with every bit of strength that I have. I'm stronger than this! "Alejandro is on his way, princesa. Stay on the phone with me, okay?" The door creaks after getting hit with a blunt object and I stop moving the bed, wait for what's to come.

"I'll be right back, honey."

Nothing happens for ten seconds and I grunt when I push the bed again.

"Come on, amor (love), you can do this." Rudy motivates me to keep going. I can do this! I'm not weak! It's only a few more decimetres. I give it everything I have in me and succeed in reaching the door, rest my upper body on the bed in exhaustion, while sitting on the floor next to it.

"I did it." I catch my breath for a bit and try to listen in to what my dad is doing in the storage closet. I only hear rumbling and the opening of boxes and containers. He's searching for something he can open the door with!

"She's in her bedroom, she barricaded herself inside." Rodolfo explains to Alejandro on his radio. "They're going inside now, Lauren." My heart jumps when I hear heavy footsteps coming from the front door. That has to be Alejandro! "What stupid skank believes two gay guys can protect her?" My dad yells, is clearly mad.

"Says her father with a knife in his hand, he tried to use on his daughter who he just called a skank." Alejandro laughs at him. "You know we're special forces. We'll protect her better than you ever would. And could." "Are you sure about that? Who's gonna protect her when you're dead?"

"Gun! He has a gun!" Someone else yells out. Three gunshots are heard from the kitchen, the deafening sound sends shivers across my spine. My dad had a gun on him? I didn't know! Is Alejandro okay? Did he get hit? Is he alive? What about the other people that are inside? I have to see what just happened! I pull my bed away from the door and unlock it.

"Lauren, no! Stop! Don't get out of your room!" Rudy tries to keep me safe. I can't listen and open the door, look around the corner. "Lauren? ¡Maldita sea! (Damnit!) Fuck!" I hear him yell from my phone. "At least take your phone with you!" I grab my phone and make my way to the living room silently. Soap! Kyle! They are here too? Why are they here again? When did they arrive? Kyle gestures to me to stop moving and keep quiet. I look around and see a trail of blood on the floor. My eyes follow where the trail leads and I see Alejandro lying on the floor, behind the half wall next to the couch. He's awake!

"Alejandro!" I can't hold back the shock from seeing him hurt. "Rudy, Alejandro's hurt!" I cry.

"¡Mierda (Shit) Lauren, get back to your room! That's an order!" Rudy tries his hardest to get me to a safe place.

"Fine!" Before I can walk away, my dad pops up from the kitchen and hits me in my stomach with an object. Everything goes blurry. Wails of pain leave my mouth and I wrap my arms around my belly. The baby!

"Lau, what happened? Talk to me."

"The poor girl can't talk right now." My dad kicks away my phone, which I dropped from the pain, and hits me in the head with the gun he's holding, making me blackout. "Lauren, wake up." Soap's voice lets me open my eyes. "Hey, how are you feeling?"

"My head hurts." I whisper.

"Yeah, your father got you good." He places a cold, wet cloth on my head, on the painful spot. I remember my dad hitting my stomach and gunbutting me in the head.

"Lauren!" Rodolfo rushes into my bedroom and kneels down next to my bed. "Mi amor (My love), don't ever scare me like that again." His words make me cry. I got myself and our baby in danger! And Alejandro and the others too because I didn't know my dad had a gun.

"What happened to my dad?"

"He got shot a few times and we arrested him when he dropped his weapon after he got shot in his arm." Soap tells me.

"Oh, he's still alive?" I wouldn't have cared if my dad died. The asshole tried to kill me and my baby! And Alejandro!

"Alejandro is off worse than him." Rodolfo scoffs.

"Where is he?" I get up, but get pushed down again by Soap, who sits next to me on my bed.

"Stay down, you may have a concussion." He removes his hand from my shoulder. "He's in the living room, getting stabilized before the paramedics can move him."

"I need to see him." I beg.

Rudy pinches the bridge of his nose and gives in. "Por favor, mi amor (Please, my love), be careful." Both men help me up and Rudy supports me. I whimper from the pain in my stomach when we move. What if the baby isn't okay? "¿Estás bien? ¿Dónde le duele? (Are you okay? Where does it hurt?)"

"Stomach, my dad hit me." I see the anguish in his eyes when I look up to him. He doesn't need words to tell me what's on his mind. Our baby's health. "Ale!" I see him in the living room, on a gurney and rush towards him, almost tripping because of the pain in my stomach.

"It's okay, doll. I've been through much worse." Alejandro grabs my hand and pulls me closer to him.

"I almost got you killed because I didn't know he had a gun on him!" I cry in his arms. "Where did he get you?" There is so much blood on him and in the living room, preventing me from seeing how badly he's hurt.

"Just my arm and shoulder. The one somewhere in my abdomen hurts like a bitch. But I'll be fine, cariño (darling)." He grunts from the pain as he pulls me in tighter. Rodolfo rests his hand on my shoulder to let me know I need to step back and Alejandro lets me go. The paramedics move him out of my apartment and Rudy wraps his arms around me while we look at them, tells me we'll go to the hospital soon. Our baby and my head need a check-up too, after everything that happened this afternoon.

"Let's get you to the hospital too." Rudy helps me sit on the couch while I look out of the window, watch the ambulance drive away. "Got your bag, babygirl." He puts my bag on his shoulder and supports me with the other side of his body, walks me outside. Thank god the building has an elevator.

"Ghost!" I'm happy to see he's here too. He's holding his sniper. "Where were you?"

"A building across the street to assist, just in case a heavy hit was needed." With that he means killing my dad before he could badly hurt someone. I look up at my apartment and see the window wide open. They did that to not break the glass in case Ghost had to shoot, I assume. "I got the car keys, Rudy. We'll make our way back to base after the police are done investigating and we closed up." Ghost lays his hand on my shoulder for a second and walks inside the building.

"Let's go, sweetheart."

On our way to the hospital I call my mom again, this time she picks up and I tell her what happened. Why dad hit me in my stomach and head, and that he shot Alejandro multiple times. "Don't worry, princesa. He's been through worse." Rudy assures me.

"He's been in there for hours and no one is updating us." I stare at the doors in front of me, which lead to the section with operating rooms. Tears stream down my face.

"El único que puede matar a Alejandro es Alejandro." He hugs me, tries to calm me down.

"What does that mean?" I dry my face, only for new tears to fall down immediately after.

"The only thing that can kill Alejandro, is Alejandro." Rudy's translation makes me smile through the tears because nothing is truer, Alejandro has been through the worst shit imaginable. It's a miracle he's still alive. Rudy too. They both have a plethora of scars to prove it. "Mi amor (My love), sit down. You need to rest, for your head and our baby." I listen to him this time. Our baby is okay, got protected from my dad's hit because of the amniotic fluid. I got out with a light concussion and have to rest for a week, after which I need another check-up. I sit down next to Rodolfo and put my head on his shoulder. The wait is tedious.

An hour later a nurse let us know the surgery went well and that Alejandro needs to stay for the rest of the night and part of the day tomorrow. It may be longer if there are complications, they need to check for internal bleeding multiple times throughout the night and morning. They keep him asleep for the rest of the night and will wake him up in the early morning. We're visiting him tomorrow when visiting hours start, at one in the afternoon. Hopefully we can take him home with us too when visiting hours end. My mom visited in the early evening and asked me how my hospital check-ups went and how I felt after everything that happened today. She said she was kind of glad dad got arrested, his abuse while drunk got worse the past few months and she was too scared to divorce him. She will now, luckily. Dad will be in jail for a few years anyway, for attempted murder of a Special Forces soldier and assaulting me. The trial will begin as soon as the reports on him are ready. Rodolfo and Price need statements from everyone that was present. "Princesa, you really need to rest now." Rodolfo enters the kitchen, where I'm drinking a cup of warm milk.

"I can't sleep. I'm too worried."

"The worst is over, Alejandro will be fine from now on."

"What if an internal bleeding happens?" There is still a risk that he won't make it and it terrifies me. "What if they check on him too late?"

"They'll call me when anything happens. Don't think about it too much, everything is going well as long as they're not calling." Rudy tries to reassure me everything will be okay. I can't fully believe it and can't take my mind off of it. "Come to bed with me, mi corazón (my heart)." He waits for me to put my cup on the counter and I take his hand after. He leads me upstairs and gets ready for bed in the bathroom. I crawl into bed and feel Rudy hug me a few minutes later. "Tranquilo amor (Relax love), everything is okay." He tells me again. I'm finally able to fall asleep with his arms around me and his body tightly pushed against mine. It feels good to be safe again. Today was horrifying. Not only because I could have died, with our baby, but Alejandro, Soap and Kyle too.

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