*Lora's POV*
100%. My battery is finally fully charged. "Thank god for Jon and his charger stick" I whisper, unplugging the phone and leaving it on in my bag. I wrap the blanket around myself, shivering as thoughts race through my mind. "They'll be tracing my phone right now" I tell myself, hugging my knees. "Unless my signal fades when it's in my bag." I pull my phone back out quickly, just as a text comes through. Jon. I've never read a text so fast in all my life. "Oh baby boy" I whisper, tears running down my face. "I won't give up. I can't give up. I need you." I put the phone away quickly as I hear the doors open. I don't bother wiping my eyes, god knows they've seen me cry enough.
"Hey princess!" the driver yells. "Pleased to see us? I bet you are, those are tears of joy, right?" I shake my head. "Please" I whisper. "I just want to go home. I just want my husband..." "Course you do" he spits. "That husband who refused to let you stay home, who put you in the car with us, basically gave us permission to do whatever we want to you." I watch as he unlocks the cage and climbs in with me. "You know I'm right, Lora" he whispers, producing a syringe. "Say it. Say I'm right, this is all his fault." I nod weakly, watching as he sticks the needle into my thigh. "You're right" I whisper as the drug takes hold. "This is all his fault, he doesn't love me. He gave me to you. He didn't look back." He nods, smiling. "Now you're coming around to my way of seeing things" he says as I pass out.
Banging. Lots of banging. And yelling. Damn, are they trying to draw attention to themselves? I hear the click as the cage is opened, bracing myself for the kick to wake me up, or the sharp pain from a new needle. But nothing. Except, is that perfume? "Lora?" a woman asks, shaking me gently. "Hey, Lora, can you hear me? You're safe now Lora. We're gonna get you out of here, if you can just open your eyes and let me know you can hear me." I nod slowly and slowly open my eyes. She smiles at me and wraps her jacket around me. "We've got you" she whispers. "I promise, nothing is going to hurt you now. You've worried a few people." "Jon?" I whisper croakily. She smiles. "I'm just going to let them know we've got you" she says, pulling out her radio. I nod and watch as she seems to take forever to speak.
"Raid complete" she says. "Two suspects in custody. Sir, message for Mr Good. Tell him we got her, and she's awake and asking for him." The next voice I hear is Jon. "Lora?" he says. "Lora, you hang in there, I'm gonna see you soon. I love you so much!" The policewoman smiles. "Mr Good" she says. "She's too weak to speak right now, but not too weak to smile. We're gonna get her to the hospital. See you there." She puts her radio back in her pocket and nods at the medics waiting for me. "Come on Lora" she says. "It's over now sweetheart."
I stare blankly at the roof of the ambulance as I'm taken to the hospital. Monitors beep, blood is taken, oxygen given, questions asked but not answered. I don't want to speak to these people. I don't want to go over it all again. Not now, not ever. What I can't remember I probably don't want to know anyway. "Lora" the paramedic says softly. I look at her. She's only young. "I, uh, I need to do a rape kit" she explains. I look away from her, back at the ceiling watching the road and the cars reflected on it. Mouth swabs follow, along with fingernail scrapings. I feel like a walking crime scene. I don't want to, but I find myself thinking about my captors. What did I do to piss them off, to make them take me? I think about them for longer than I want, finally coming to one huge conclusion. This wasn't their fault. This was Jon. He made me go. He gave me to them. This is Jon's fault.