Can You Hear Me Cry Out To You?

Gerard's P.O.V

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Three days later.

I stare at the TV screen as a repoter comes on.
"Actress Dee Winters, star of sitcom In love with an angel, ex wife of singer Gerard Way and mother of triplets, has been abducted. She was to move back home with her ex but was taken by an ex friend by the name of Jason Mathers. Police are appealing for any information in connection with this crime. Mr Way released this statement earlier today: 'Please. If you have any information about Dee's whereabouts, please contact the police immediately. If your listening to this, Jason, please bring Dee back. Don't huŕt her. Her children are really worried about her. Please bring Dee home.' Mr Way and the children were too distraught to make a plee on camera. They are currently waiting at home with family and friends for news. Dee has been a pillar of the community for over ten years now. I hope you'll join us at the studio with a open heart and wish Dee home safely and unharmed."
Tears clouded my eyes as a picture of Dee flashed up on screen. They have to find her. I don't think I can live without her anymore. I look down at the sleeping kids on the couch beside me. So much like their mum. I miss her so much.

Dee's P.O.V

I woke up on a grotty foam mattress on the floor. My ankle had a cuff on it. A chain attached it to the wall. My back was bleeding from the whipping earlier. Three days of whippings. My left leg hurt from a knife wound Jason did yesterday. He hurt me then bandaged me up. Apparently he likes inflicting pain. I didn't say or do anything to provoke him to stab me. He just felt like it.
I sat up and looked around my prison. "Come on, Ed." I muttered. "Give me some sort of idea." Hopefully I'll remember some of what he taught me about escaping. I can't use the phone one because Jason knew all about that one.
I noticed a small window above me. It was boarded up. But some of the boards were rotten. I stood up, carefully. The pain in my back and leg was horrendous. It took all my will power not to scream. I hobbled to the window. I could see slightly through a crack. A forrest. It's day time. There's a path nearby. It's just a hikers path. In the distance I see a man walking his dog. I can't do anything to catch his attention and I'm way too far away to be heard. I need something.....I look back at the room. No carpet. Tatty bits of curtains. Bare walls. Bare ceiling. So nothing. Maybe wires under floor boards? There's a door that leads to a bathroom. So maybe pipes under the floor boards? I need to think. How can I use this old room to my advantage?
I drop to the floor, carefully. Desperately trying not to scream out. It's hard to think in this much pain. But I have to. I scrape around a board till I find enough space for my fingers, then I pull it up. The strain on my back nearly snapped me. I don't know how, but I managed to not scream. I move the board to the side. Looking in the hole I see exactly what I was hoping for. Metal piping. I pull some out. I manage to get a piece about ten inches long. It'll have to do. I slide the board back. I can't use it on Jason. It won't do much good. But I have a idea. Even if it is a strange one. I slide the pipe under the mattress as I hear foot steps outside the door.

Notes

Can I just ask if you could check out my other stories, please? They are; It's Not Love If It's Just Fucking. After The Break Up. Gerard Way Fell In Love With Me. Let Me Be The One To Save You. Tell Me I'm An Angel. Drinking By The Mausoleum Door. Party Poison. No Shows. Thanks. Love as always.xxx