Save me

Chapter 4

Lydia didn't sleep for the rest of the flight even though her body was exhausted. She didn't want to dream those horrible memories. She hated herself everyday for somehow finding some ounce, even a crumb, of forgiveness towards the man responsible for ending her brother's life, for everything that has happened. In the moment, she probably thought about the baby and how she wanted him involved but if she only knew how much of an actual monster he was. She didn't want a broken household like she had to endure growing up with her dad leaving the family and not looking back. How her mom suffered everyday and tried to hide it for the sake of her kids. But having her father stay was worser than having him leave. He was very abusive and an extreme drunk. The day he left was the day he struck Lydia's mother and also the same day her brother beat the living shit out of him for doing that. She remembered screaming for him to stop but he wouldn't listen. She doesn't know where the strength came from at the age she was at the time but she managed to pull him off their father before he could kill him. He swore so much at him, the hatred was raw, it was pure and their father fled from the house immediately. They tended to their mother after 911 was called and Lydia swore that day that she would never love a man like her father.

But here she was twelve years later, pregnant and on the run for her life from a man who she thought loved her. Did she love him? Yes. Yes she did. He wasn't some terrorist when they first met. He was a sweet, caring, man who won her heart including her family's but suddenly he started to change out of the blue. One minute he was happy and cheerful but the next moment he wasn't. She didn't think much about it but her family did yet they didn't immediately call out on it because by society standards, relationships aren't perfect and periodically hit rough patches. Lydia did have to admit when her brother and mother voiced their concerns, she agreed with what was said. When her brother died, she was completely numb yet she recalled Makarov having a guilty but unsympathetic look in his eyes when he tried to comfort her but it was useless. She was angry with him, she was in distress and in the process drifted apart from her mom and barely kept in contact for the fear that something would happen to her.

She gazed down at the picture of Tamara and her again for what seemed like the hundredth time and fiddled with the necklace that she put around her neck. A sister, a soldier, a friend abruptly taken from the world. Lydia know she had to stay strong not only for her baby but for all those who have fallen to ensure her safety. How she desperately wanted to repay them but the opportunity had come and gone in a blink of an eye. Her friends and brother now only live through her and the memories shared. She gasped in sudden pain as her baby kicked her very hard in her belly. She put the picture down and removed the blanket that was covering her and tossed it off to the side before rubbing her belly affectionately. She didn't realize how loud her pained gasp was until two military men entered the space she was in.

"You alright? We heard you gasp in pain," stated the one on the right as he crouched down to her level. Lydia nervously looked at him since she hadn't seen him before but she knew he was there to help.

"Y-yes. Everything is fin-" she cut off on the last word and let out a painful hiss when the baby kicked a bit more towards her lower regions.

"Is it the baby?" questioned the man's comrade who was standing beside him. She squirmed a little in an attempt to find a comfortable position.

"Yes. My baby girl is kicking me in places that shouldn't be kicked," she replied before giving up on trying to find a comfortable position to sit in. No matter which way she sat the baby was still going to kick her. She was going to have to wait until she turns around in the womb unfortunately.

"That has to hurt," stated the soldier in front of her. She gave a small smile and laugh towards his words.

"If you only knew how much of an understatement that is," said Lydia making the soldier chuckle.

"My older sister would always complain about that when she was expecting with my nephew a few years back," he said while laughing at memory that popped up in his head.

"At least she understands," she said giggling, "I didn't catch neither of your names. I'm Lydia."

"I'm Archer!" responded the one in front of her with a bright smile.

"Ozone," answered the one standing almost bluntly. But before any more conversation could start the helicopter suddenly bounced which made Lydia panic a bit. She looked at both men frantically but they remained collected and calm for they were already use to these happenings.

"What's happening?" she questioned.

"The helicopter has landed," answered Archer as he stood and stuck his left hand down to her, "C'mon, let me help you up." She nodded and picked up the picture off the floor, putting it away safely in one of her pant pockets before grabbing his hand. He carefully pulled her up, wrapping his free arm around her back to help support the extra weight she carried and with the help of Ozone, slowly led her to the front due to the slight pain she was in. She watched as the soldier's, including Gary, hop of the helicopter ahead of them and stood by waiting for her to come off. Ozone got off first before turning to her, placing both hands on either side of her waist and helped her down. Once her feet hit the ground she felt instant relief from the anxiety she felt during the whole helicopter ride. She whimpered softly as the sun hit her eyes making her block the sun out with her hand. She squinted her eyes to see her surroundings before someone spoke to her gently.

"C'mon, lets take you to the infirmary lassie," she heard a familiar Scottish voice say followed by someone grabbing her hand and lead her away from the helicopters loud spinning blades that died down into a low hum in the distance as they entered a building. Lydia opened her eyes and saw the familiar face of Gary who was standing beside her on her right and Archer on her left. She glanced ahead of her to see who was leading her by holding hands and it was the guy with the mohawk whose name she wasn't told yet. She looked behind her and saw a few men she didn't recognize before she locked eyes with the guy she faintly remembered to be called Ghost. His eyes held some sort of curiosity mixed with a hint of suspicion towards her but not once did either broke eye contact.

"You alright Lydia?" Asked Gary in a soft whisper as he noticed her looking back at Ghost. "He's not as scary as he looks. He can be trusted. You have my word." She broke eye contact with Ghost and looked at Gary with a soft smile.

"Does he always wear the mask?" She asked. He laughed lightly at her question.

"I think the question you should be asking is when isn't he without a ghost mask."

"Well that would explain why he's called Ghost," she replied back causing both Gary and her to chuckle lightly with one another. This is the first time in months she truly felt safe. After a few more minutes of walking they finally reach the infirmary and she was instructed to stay to one of the medical beds which is what she exactly did and sat down on a random bed. The group of soldiers stated that they had to attend to a matter but that they will be back in a hour or so and Lydia knew they were going to ask her questions. She knew she has to be honest, not only to herself but to them as well. Her mind wandered off as she thought about those she lost again. She thought about her brother then of Yuri and Nikolai who became super protective of her after her brother passed. Nikolai just disappeared one day and Yuri went missing not long after and she couldn't help but fear that he killed them and if he didn't, neither of them has made an attempt to reach out to her not that she blamed them. They were all on the run for their lives from Makarov. Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard the door to the infirmary open loudly and two sets of feet entered chatting away in a language she was all too familiar with.

Russian.

She put her head down as they passed by her before she gazed back up to gaze at them. One had tattoo's on both arms and the other looked like a pilot. She thought to herself that there was no way it could be them. It be too much of a coincidence but she felt herself standing up and trail behind them without thinking. She just needed to know.

"Yuri? Nikolai?" She called out as she anxiously played with her fingers. She felt stupid at first but she watched as both figures stop talking, stop in their tracks and hesitate slightly as if they thought they were hearing things themselves before looking over their shoulders towards her. Her eyes widen in shock, surprise and tears.

"Lydia?!"

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