Can You Hear Me Cry Out To You?

Dee's P.O.V

I laid down on my right side, staring at the door. My vision was blurring from the pain. Jason came back every day. He gave me food and drink then tortured me to the point of passing out. My injuries so far were:
Whip wounds all over my back.
Stab wound in my left leg. Thigh area.
A knife wound through my left hand.
A knife wound through my right hand.
Several cut marks on the outside of both legs.
And a knife wound through my left foot.
I got the knife through my foot earlier today. I was losing all hope of being found. I have to do it myself somehow. I have to get to Gerard and my kids. I looked up at the window.
"Please, Gerard." I whispered. "Can you hear me cry out to you?" Tears rolled down my cheeks as I remembered his face, smiling at me. I grabbed the pipe and forced myself to stand up. I had to put all my weight on my right leg. I could see it was day time. So Jason must still be here. I was hoping I wouldn't have to do this. But the thought of Gerard and my kids was overwhelming. Just the thought alone was giving me the strength to ignore the pain. I scream as loud as I can, then hobble to the door, waiting by the side of it. Jason opens the door. Immediately I bring the pipe down on his head. He crumbles to the floor so I drop the pipe and head out the door. I vaguely hear sirens and a loud speaker calling out. I make my way to the front door in a trance. As I open the door, everything goes quiet. My strength gives in and I crumble to the floor, blacking out.

Gerard's P.O.V

I look over at the old abandoned orphanage infront of me. Detective Boyd had finally worked out where Dee is. It had been two weeks since Dee's message was found. I was beginning to think we'd never find her. I would never have given up though. I would never give up on her. I stared at the building as Detective Boyd spoke into the loud speaker.
"Jason Mathers." He shouted. "We have this place surrounded. Come out with your hands up. You have nowhere to run..."
He was cut off by the door opening. He aimed his gun at the opening. But it wasn't Jason that came out. It was Dee, in just a bra and briefs.
"DEE." I shouted, trying to push past the police officers holding me back.
She looked in a bad way. She was covered in blood and didn't seem to even see or hear any of us. She limped a few steps, then dropped to her knees, crumbling to the ground.
"DEE." I shouted again as a group of police officers ran into the building and two paramedics ran to help Dee.
Detective Boyd told the policeman infront of me to let me go. As soon as he moved, I ran straight to Dee's side. The paramedic reeled off her injuries.
"...Multiple lacerations to her back, both left and right hand have a knife penetration wound going all the way through, knife wound at least two inches deep in the left thigh, knife penetration wound going all the way through the left foot, several gashes along the outside of both thighs. All about a centimetre deep. That son of a bitch did a proper numbèr on this poor girl."
I stared at Dee as he spoke. Tears started to make a track down my face. "How did she manage to even move?" I didn't realise I'd said it out loud until a paramedic answered me.
"At a guess I would say she was thinking of you and your kids." He answered. "As corny as it sounds, it's the power of love."

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Next morning. Hospital. 11:03am.

Dee had been patched up. They said her hands, leg and foot would heal. She had to sĺeep flat on her stok for now, while her back heals. But she hasn't spoken yet. Just stared. The doctor said she was probably in shock.
I smiled at her as her eyes fluttered open. "Hey, baby." I said as I kissed her forehead. She didn't even register me. "I was so worried about you." I told her. I won't give up. "Everyone's coming in later. JD really wants to see her mum. It's my birthday next week. Doctor said you should be home in time for it. You missed the kids eleventh birthday. They rufused gifts and a party. They said they'll have them when your home safe." Still no reaction. "Come on, baby. Talk to me." She doesn't say anything. Just stares at a spotbehind my head. I sigh but keep talking.

Dee's P.O.V

"Come on, baby. Talk to me."
Why can't I answer? Why can't I move? I just want to hug Gerard so much. I miss him.
"These past two months have been the worst of my life." He said. "Not knowing if your okay. Not knowing what he was doing to you..." He broke off with a sob. Tears were in his eyes.
For fuck sake, Dee. Speak.
He looked at me."I love you, Dee." He said, quietly.
I wanted desperately to tell him I love him too. But I couldn't.

Gerard's P.O.V

"I love you, Dee." I whispered. Then I noticed tears in her eyes. I smiled as I leaned in and kissed her on the lips. "It's okay, sweetheart." I said as I looked into her eye's. "At least I know you can still hear me. If you could talk, you would. I know you want to. It's okay though. Don't rush it." I wiped her tears away, gently as the room door opened.

Notes

Love as always.xxx