Joe and Dianne: My Suicide Saviour - Part 2

Wake up call

Dianne's POV:

I woke up to the sudden stopped movement of the train. My neck was in pain and crooked as I slept up against the cold window of the train. I checked the station name that we had just pulled into to see where we were.

'BUNBURY'

"Shit" I mumbled under my breath as I quickly grabbed my bag and hurried off of the train into the Australian heat. I breathed in a slight sigh of relief - as horrible as this entire situation is, I would be lying if I said I wasn't happy to be home again.

I couldn't wait to surprise my parents for a brief moment. Then I realised that I would have to tell them why I'm here. In all honesty I hadn't told them anything. Not about the baby - not about the attack. Nothing. Seeing as they're the other side of the bloody world I didn't want to worry them. Well now I'm fucking regretting that.

The station was about 2 miles away from my parents house, so instead of calling a cab, I decided to walk back. The walk back gave me time to think about how I was going to tell my parents and the rest of my family what had happened to me. But as I thought about what to say, I finally thought about what had happened.

Within the past 2 months, my entire world has been flipped upside down. I almost lost the best thing that had ever happened to me. I'd nearly lost Joe two, three times - now no matter how many times I call or text him he hasn't answered. Maybe this time I had lost him for real. I don't care how this situation ends up, I just wan't Joe to be okay. He is my life and the only person I know loves me for who I am and knows everything that I have been through. I mean without Joe, I could have been killed on several occasions. Joe's always worried about the fact that he's not strong and that he's immature but to me, he will always be my knight in shining armour. He is the bravest, kindest and best person I have ever known in my entire life and without his ocean eyes looking into my own, I feel lost and hopeless

I feel like I do right now.

As I walked I couldn't help but allow the tears to fall down my face. Only adding to my tired eyes and washed out skin. I didn't look my best but right now but I didn't care. I kept my head down as I continued to walk down the streets I grew up in as a child. I didn't need to check the street names, I knew every single detail of this little town from memory - and within 30 years nothing has changed.

Eventually I found myself ringing on the door to my childhood home - with tears streaming down my face, I finally thought of a way to tell my parents what had happened.

Suddenly the door opened and I was met with a confused glance...

"Dot...?"

Joe's POV:

My head was woozy and lost as I slowly felt my eyes open. The sun was blinding my eyes through a small crack in the walled room I was sat in. There was a wooden door across the other side of the room but it gave away no clues as to where the fuck I was.

The last thing I remember was getting on the train to head to Bunbury to make sure Dianne's alright

"SHIT DIANNE!" I said to myself as I properly woke up.

I padded down all my pockets in the attempt to find my phone. My jean pockets were empty and so was the pocket to my hoodie. Were the fuck was my phone? I didn't care about the actual item itself, I had to find a way of contacting Dianne.

I was distracted from attempting to find my phone as I heard someone unlock the wooden door from across the room. I spun around to see a short balding man walk through the door. A smug glint in his eye and a mischievous grin plastered across his face.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me" I said slightly surprised to see him walk in...