Can You Hear Me Cry Out To You?

Dee's P.O.V

Time Lapse>>>>>>>>>>

Two months later.

I stared in fear as Jason advanced towards me. He smiled as I backed up. "Please..." I croaked out.
He laughed. "Begging me already?" He lunged out and grabbed my arms, gripping them tightly as he pulled me towards him.
"GERARD." I shouted as loud as I could.
He dragged me out of the room. "He can't help you now." He snapped. I was pushed into a dark room. I landed on the floor. It was sticky and wet. There was something down here.
"He can't help you ever again." Jason laughed as he switched on the light.
I looked down. I was covered in blood. I turned to see what that something was. I froze. Gerard was laid on his back. His eyes were open, facing me. A large gaping slit was across his neck, the blood running onto the white, tiled floor. I crawled towards him and cupped his face with my hands. I was shaking as I tried to get him to respond. It was too late. His eyes were empty.
I screamed as Jason laughed.
He grabbed me and shook me. I closed my eyes and covered my ears. "Wake up." He laughed, shaking me. I pushed him away, hard and jumped to my feet. I opened my eyes to see...Gerard walking towards me. Concern and worry all over his face.
"Gerard?" I whispered as he stopped infront of me and cupped my face.
"Yeah, baby." He said, quietly. "It's me. I'm here."
My eyes widened. "But I saw..." I started as he wiped the tears from my face. "Jason...he...he..."
Gerard shook his head. "No, honey. Jason is in prison."
I shook my head, keeping my eyes on his face. Scared if I look away, he'll still be dead. "Your....d...dead. H...he ki...killed you."
Gerard kissed my lips, briefly, then rested his forehead on mine. "Oh, baby." He said, looking into my eyes. "I'm okay. I'm not dead. My butts a bit sore from when you pushed me off the bed a few minutes ago. But otherwise, I'm fine."
I swallowed the lump in my throat then threw my arms around his waist, burying my head in his slit free neck. He rubbed my back in comfort. "I love you, Gerard." I said as the image of him from the dream started to fade. "Please don't ever leave me."
"I won't, baby." He said. "I promise. I love you so much."
He led me to the kitchen where a very tired looking Mikey sat. He looked up as we approached. A look of concern spread across his face.
"Are you okay, Dee?" He asked.
Gerard leaned against the counter and pulled me back into his arms. I rested my head on his chest. "The nightmares are getting worse." Gerard stated. "This time he killed me. Dee was so engulfed in the dream, she pushed me away and I fell off the bed."
I clung onto Gerard as I remembered the dream. My heart still beating fast.
"Fuck." Mikey cursed. "Maybe you should go see a doctor. There's a local doctor I know called Doctor Christian Green. He's brilliant. And he'll come see you."
I felt Gerard nod in agreement. "Okay." He said. I could feel his heart beat against my face. "Can you book him for today?"
The chair scraped as Mikey stood up. He walked over to us and kissed my cheek. "I'm on it." He told Gerard. "We will do whatever it takes to help you, sis. I promise." He walked out the kitchen.
Gerard rubbed my back, again, as he kissed the top of my head. "I'm not scheduling any more tours till your ready. " He stated. "I know the fans will understand. Your life has been an open book to them. They know everything and they'll agree that I need to be here for you."
I tried to stop shaking. But the dream was so intense. It felt real. I can't lose Gerard too. He means too much to me.
I was so deep in thought that I didn't hear the kids come in the room.
"Mum?" JD asked as she rested her head on my left arm.
"What's wrong?" Art asked, resting a hand on Gerards left arm.
"Another nightmare, Mum?" Mickey asked, kissing my right cheek.
I grabbed Mickeys hand and held it tight as we all huddled together. Gerard wrapping his arms around us all.
"Uncle Mikeys getting a doctor Christian Green to come see your mum later today."Gerard told them.
"What was this dream about?" Mickey asked.
"HE killed me." Gerard answered.
"No way, Mum." Mickey snapped, looking into my eyes. "There's no way ANYONE'S going to hurt Dad. Or you. Never again. Non of us is going to let that happen. That's a promise."
I smiled as I leaned over to kiss his forehead. "I know, sweetie." I told him. "It's just that the dream looked and felt so real. It was so intense. It tricked me into believing your Dad was really...dead." I looked up at Gerard. He smiled, sadly. "I was so....devastated. I know it's not real. Thank god. I just love your Dad so much. It would kill me to lose him."
Gerard kissed my lips, briefly. "I'm not going anywhere, baby." He stated. "Not for a VERY long time."

Notes

Update. Wooo. Who had a mini heart attack? Be honest. Love as always.xxx