New Life
Try To Say Goodbye
Disclaimer: The characters in my story are not mine, all others are mine. The rest belong to Kevin Williamson and the WB network. I am making no money off this so please do NOT sue me.
Note: This is purely a what if story. What if in the future this happened. I think that it would be interesting. If you like it cool! If not then that's cool too. Everyone's entitled to their opinion. But either way let me know what you think.
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Pacey sat in his large home staring at his wedding picture. He remembered exactly every detail in her face, her smile, the twinkel in her green eyes. She was so happy. That was probably the happiest day of his life.
He took another swig from his bottle of champaign, touched the photograph's portral of his wife's beautiful face. It was three months since she died in a car crash.
He couldn't erase the memory of seeing her lying on the road, from his mind. Veronica was his life, his world. But she was gone and left him with a constant reminder of their love in the child sleeping upstairs.
He set the picture down and leaned back onto the couch. He placed the bottle on the coffee table and let out a deep sigh. He couldn't get rid of her memory. He loved her so much and she loved him. They thought that nothing could ever destroy their love. But he had never counted on death.
He heard his daughter crying out for her daddy. Pacey sttod and walked to his daughters bedroom. She was sitting up in her bed crying for her daddy. Pacey turned on the light and walked to his daughter's bed. He sat down and held his daughter in his arms.
"Hey, what's the matter with my baby?"
"I had a bad dream."
"About what?"
"A monster."
"A monster, huh?" Pacey pulled her away from his shoulder and wipped the tears away from her face.
"Yeah, he was trying to get me", she said sniffing.
"Well, daddy's here now. Nobody's every going to hurt my Samantha. Nobody will harm my little Sam."
Pacey rocked his daughter in his arms, reassuring her that noone will ever hurt her. He rubbed her long dirty blonde hair. When he pulled her up again, she was asleep. He placed her back under the sheets, and kissed her lightly on the cheek.
"Goodnight, my Angel."
He walked back out of the room and turned off her light.
A few hours later, Pacey walked into his bedroom, and it instantly brought tears to his eyes. The room smelled like her, her touch was in every corner, in every drapery.
He took off his dress shirt and threw it onto the bed. He took off his pants and threw them on the bed also. He walked into the bathroom and washed his face. He grabbed a towel and dried his face off. He placed his hands on each side of the sink and looked down. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath.
He looked into the mirror, seeing the large black circles under his eyes. He hadn't slept in weeks. He didn't know what to do without Victoria. He knew one thing, he couldn't stay in this house any longer. A move was inthe schedule for tomorrow.
He walked out of the bathroom and pulled down the sheets to his bed. He climbed in and layed back on the pillows. The sheets smelled like her. He even thought that she was with him sometimes. He could almost feel her with him sometimes. He lyed there, staring at the ceiling. Tears swam in his eyes. He didn't put up a resistance any longer to his tears. He felt lke he had a right to be upset. His wife was taken from him, his daughter's mother was taken from her. She was only twenty- seven, and was unjustly taken away from him.
He thought for a moment about what his life had been like before he met Veronica. As he remembered, it was miserable and pointless. He didn't have anything worth living for, until he met her. She changed his life. And he wasn't sure if the pain would ever go away.
He never thought that life could be so cruel. To take away someone who was so good, so wonderful, so forgiving as Veronica. He had found his own personal hell. The only thing he had worth anything was Samantha. She was the only thing of her that he had left.
He cried himself to sleep. Thinking about Victoria was the only thing that kept her alive. He always dreamed about her. He dreamed that they were just as happy as before, that nothing had changed. He would then see the scene of death and horror that over took him. The scene that always made him hurt inside. His heart would break, his head would hurt. There was nothing he could do to shake the memory.
He sat up straight in the bed. Sweat pouring all over his body. His hands shaking, he found it hard to breath, he found it hard to see.
He rubbed his face with his hands. He then realised that the noise he heard wasn't a siren but an alarm. His alarm was sounding signaling that is was time for him to wake up.
He got out of bed, and walked into Samantha's room. He turned on the light and walked to her bed. He lightly shook her to awaken her. Her little green eyes fluttered open and a smile appeared on her face. "Moring sunshine." "Morning Daddy." "Come on, we have a big day ahead of us. Remember we're moving today." Samantha streched and yawned. She then smiled at her father. The six year old's eyes glowed with unknowing and love. She was a sweet child who knew the rules. She learned a few moths ago that mentioning her mother made her dad unhappy. She knew that her daddy was sad, but she had no idea of the heartache that he was suffering. She too, missed her mother. She missed the way she played with her hair, the way she'd sing to her, the way her mother always seemed to smell like flowers. She loved her mother, but she also wanted to do whatever would make her daddy happy.
Pacey handed her her cloths. She knew how to get dressed herself. Veronica made sure that she knew how before she was five.
Pacey walked back down the hallway, into his room. He grabbed a pair of jeans and a white tee shirt and went into the bathroom and took a shower.
He came out rubbing his hair dry. Samantha walked in with her favorite doll in hand. Pacey walked back into the bathroom and grabbed a hairbrush and a ponytail holder. She sat in front of him and he brush her long curls down her back. He pulled her hair up into a pony tail and kissed her on the cheek.
Samantha giggled at her father. She hopped off the bed and ran out of the room.
Pacey threw the towel into a box labeled "Dirty". The looked at all the boxes stacked in his room. He began taking the sheets and comforter off the bed when the doorbell rang.
He ran down the stairs and opened the door.
"Hey, man."
"Jake, thanks for coming."
"No problem. I brought my brothers to come help us move the big stuff."
"Great. We need all the help we can get."
A blonde woman appeared behind Jake. It was Kathryn, Veronica's younger sister.
"Kathryn. Hey."
"I suppose you're wondering what I'm doing here? Well, you're about to move, and I won't get to see my neice or my brother-in-law for a while, so I decided to pay a visit. So can I help?"
"Yeah, you can help Sam. Her packing style isn't the greatest. She has her dresses in a box with her toys. I tried to fix it, but I'm not good at arguing with her."
"Okay, I'll fix it."
"Thanks."
Jake and his four large brothers walked into the house, followed by Kathryn. Kathryn walked up the steps to Sam's room.
"So, what goes in the truck first?"Jake asked.
"Get these couches and those boxes. I have some more boxes upstairs that can go in the truck."
"All right. I think two of us should beable to get these," he said refering to the sofa's.
"I'm going to finish packing upstairs while you do that."
Pacey walked back up the steps into his bedroom. Her folded the sheets and stuck them in a box that read "My bedroom". Pacey put his pillows on the boxes that were in the corner.
He was going to miss this house. She loved the house. It was her obsession to make the house so beautiful that it would take your breath away. And it did.
When everything was in the truck, he stood there in the foryar of the large house, and became very depressed. He was leaving behind a memory that had meant so much to him. Samantha appeared next to him. She pulled on his shirt, and he lifted her into his arms.
"Daddy? Are you going to miss our house?"
"Yeah, sweetie I am. But I have you and I don't need this house. All I need is my baby. Are you ready to go?"
"Yep."
Pacey turned around took one last look and shut the door. He shut away a part of his life that hurt him. He shut away a part of him that was off limits to everyone except Samantha.
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TO BE CONTINUED...
Try To Say Goodbye
Disclaimer: The characters in my story are not mine, all others are mine. The rest belong to Kevin Williamson and the WB network. I am making no money off this so please do NOT sue me.
Note: This is purely a what if story. What if in the future this happened. I think that it would be interesting. If you like it cool! If not then that's cool too. Everyone's entitled to their opinion. But either way let me know what you think.
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Pacey sat in his large home staring at his wedding picture. He remembered exactly every detail in her face, her smile, the twinkel in her green eyes. She was so happy. That was probably the happiest day of his life.
He took another swig from his bottle of champaign, touched the photograph's portral of his wife's beautiful face. It was three months since she died in a car crash.
He couldn't erase the memory of seeing her lying on the road, from his mind. Veronica was his life, his world. But she was gone and left him with a constant reminder of their love in the child sleeping upstairs.
He set the picture down and leaned back onto the couch. He placed the bottle on the coffee table and let out a deep sigh. He couldn't get rid of her memory. He loved her so much and she loved him. They thought that nothing could ever destroy their love. But he had never counted on death.
He heard his daughter crying out for her daddy. Pacey sttod and walked to his daughters bedroom. She was sitting up in her bed crying for her daddy. Pacey turned on the light and walked to his daughter's bed. He sat down and held his daughter in his arms.
"Hey, what's the matter with my baby?"
"I had a bad dream."
"About what?"
"A monster."
"A monster, huh?" Pacey pulled her away from his shoulder and wipped the tears away from her face.
"Yeah, he was trying to get me", she said sniffing.
"Well, daddy's here now. Nobody's every going to hurt my Samantha. Nobody will harm my little Sam."
Pacey rocked his daughter in his arms, reassuring her that noone will ever hurt her. He rubbed her long dirty blonde hair. When he pulled her up again, she was asleep. He placed her back under the sheets, and kissed her lightly on the cheek.
"Goodnight, my Angel."
He walked back out of the room and turned off her light.
A few hours later, Pacey walked into his bedroom, and it instantly brought tears to his eyes. The room smelled like her, her touch was in every corner, in every drapery.
He took off his dress shirt and threw it onto the bed. He took off his pants and threw them on the bed also. He walked into the bathroom and washed his face. He grabbed a towel and dried his face off. He placed his hands on each side of the sink and looked down. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath.
He looked into the mirror, seeing the large black circles under his eyes. He hadn't slept in weeks. He didn't know what to do without Victoria. He knew one thing, he couldn't stay in this house any longer. A move was inthe schedule for tomorrow.
He walked out of the bathroom and pulled down the sheets to his bed. He climbed in and layed back on the pillows. The sheets smelled like her. He even thought that she was with him sometimes. He could almost feel her with him sometimes. He lyed there, staring at the ceiling. Tears swam in his eyes. He didn't put up a resistance any longer to his tears. He felt lke he had a right to be upset. His wife was taken from him, his daughter's mother was taken from her. She was only twenty- seven, and was unjustly taken away from him.
He thought for a moment about what his life had been like before he met Veronica. As he remembered, it was miserable and pointless. He didn't have anything worth living for, until he met her. She changed his life. And he wasn't sure if the pain would ever go away.
He never thought that life could be so cruel. To take away someone who was so good, so wonderful, so forgiving as Veronica. He had found his own personal hell. The only thing he had worth anything was Samantha. She was the only thing of her that he had left.
He cried himself to sleep. Thinking about Victoria was the only thing that kept her alive. He always dreamed about her. He dreamed that they were just as happy as before, that nothing had changed. He would then see the scene of death and horror that over took him. The scene that always made him hurt inside. His heart would break, his head would hurt. There was nothing he could do to shake the memory.
He sat up straight in the bed. Sweat pouring all over his body. His hands shaking, he found it hard to breath, he found it hard to see.
He rubbed his face with his hands. He then realised that the noise he heard wasn't a siren but an alarm. His alarm was sounding signaling that is was time for him to wake up.
He got out of bed, and walked into Samantha's room. He turned on the light and walked to her bed. He lightly shook her to awaken her. Her little green eyes fluttered open and a smile appeared on her face. "Moring sunshine." "Morning Daddy." "Come on, we have a big day ahead of us. Remember we're moving today." Samantha streched and yawned. She then smiled at her father. The six year old's eyes glowed with unknowing and love. She was a sweet child who knew the rules. She learned a few moths ago that mentioning her mother made her dad unhappy. She knew that her daddy was sad, but she had no idea of the heartache that he was suffering. She too, missed her mother. She missed the way she played with her hair, the way she'd sing to her, the way her mother always seemed to smell like flowers. She loved her mother, but she also wanted to do whatever would make her daddy happy.
Pacey handed her her cloths. She knew how to get dressed herself. Veronica made sure that she knew how before she was five.
Pacey walked back down the hallway, into his room. He grabbed a pair of jeans and a white tee shirt and went into the bathroom and took a shower.
He came out rubbing his hair dry. Samantha walked in with her favorite doll in hand. Pacey walked back into the bathroom and grabbed a hairbrush and a ponytail holder. She sat in front of him and he brush her long curls down her back. He pulled her hair up into a pony tail and kissed her on the cheek.
Samantha giggled at her father. She hopped off the bed and ran out of the room.
Pacey threw the towel into a box labeled "Dirty". The looked at all the boxes stacked in his room. He began taking the sheets and comforter off the bed when the doorbell rang.
He ran down the stairs and opened the door.
"Hey, man."
"Jake, thanks for coming."
"No problem. I brought my brothers to come help us move the big stuff."
"Great. We need all the help we can get."
A blonde woman appeared behind Jake. It was Kathryn, Veronica's younger sister.
"Kathryn. Hey."
"I suppose you're wondering what I'm doing here? Well, you're about to move, and I won't get to see my neice or my brother-in-law for a while, so I decided to pay a visit. So can I help?"
"Yeah, you can help Sam. Her packing style isn't the greatest. She has her dresses in a box with her toys. I tried to fix it, but I'm not good at arguing with her."
"Okay, I'll fix it."
"Thanks."
Jake and his four large brothers walked into the house, followed by Kathryn. Kathryn walked up the steps to Sam's room.
"So, what goes in the truck first?"Jake asked.
"Get these couches and those boxes. I have some more boxes upstairs that can go in the truck."
"All right. I think two of us should beable to get these," he said refering to the sofa's.
"I'm going to finish packing upstairs while you do that."
Pacey walked back up the steps into his bedroom. Her folded the sheets and stuck them in a box that read "My bedroom". Pacey put his pillows on the boxes that were in the corner.
He was going to miss this house. She loved the house. It was her obsession to make the house so beautiful that it would take your breath away. And it did.
When everything was in the truck, he stood there in the foryar of the large house, and became very depressed. He was leaving behind a memory that had meant so much to him. Samantha appeared next to him. She pulled on his shirt, and he lifted her into his arms.
"Daddy? Are you going to miss our house?"
"Yeah, sweetie I am. But I have you and I don't need this house. All I need is my baby. Are you ready to go?"
"Yep."
Pacey turned around took one last look and shut the door. He shut away a part of his life that hurt him. He shut away a part of him that was off limits to everyone except Samantha.
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TO BE CONTINUED...