Sorry it has taken me so long to update. I have a new job and it has taken
up a lot of my time. I will try and have a few chapters done by next
weekend. Please keep R & R. Tell me what you really think.
Joey's POV
Waking in hospital the following morning was strange. At first I forgot what had happened to me but hearing the beeps of the machines brought me back to reality. The beating, the pain, losing my baby, Pacey coming to my rescue. Pacey. My friend, my ex-boyfriend. Where was he?
The doctor appeared after I had been awake for a little bit. He told me how badly I had been beaten, but I didn't need him to tell me that. I knew. I was the one lying on the floor. He said that my injuries were bad but not that bad. The only thing that was stopping me going home today was the fact that I had miscarried. I wanted to go home so badly. Although there was something stopping me from going. Bad memories I suppose. I could wait another day. Hospital was just so boring.
After lunch there was a slight knock on the door to my room. Pacey popped his head around it. I smiled I was so pleased to see him. I wanted him to take me into his arms and hold me forever. I know, it's probably the old me talking but he always made me feel better.
"Hey, how are you today?" He was genuine. He had the glint in his eye that said he cared.
"Better," I told him, "the doctor says I will have to stay in for one more night and then I can go home." I bit my lip. I was nervous, scared even.
"Jo, what's the matter?" Damn you Pacey Witter, you know me too well.
"I don't want to go back to the apartment." I finally mustered up the courage to tell him. I couldn't go back to where it had happened. To where I had lost my baby. The baby I didn't realise how much I wanted until the doctor told me I was expecting.
"Jo, I told you, you don't have to go back. Tomorrow I am taking you to Boston and from there we will work everything out." Pacey took my hand into his. He kissed it but didn't let it go. "I called your boss this morning and explained what happened and why you wouldn't be in for a while. She was very understanding, said she would try and come over and see you tonight."
"Thanks Pace. Don't know what I'd do without you." I told him. It was true, if he hadn't been there yesterday I might not have been here today telling this story.
"Now are you sure you don't want me to call Bessie?" He asked again and again I shook my head. "Why not Jo?"
"She has enough to deal with." Was all I committed myself to say.
"Jo, you know she'd drop everything and run to you. Please you need her." Pacey looked into my eyes, he really did know me too well. He knew there was more to this story than I was letting on.
"Pacey, she'll only tell me that she told em so. She didn't like Frank. Told me so when she visited a couple of months ago. She hasn't spoken to me since. That's why I don't want you to call her. Not yet anyway."
"Okay, is there anything you want from the shop or from home?" He asked me finally letting go of my hand. I grabbed his hand back. His face registered surprise. I just needed something to hold onto.
"Don't think so. Just pack me some clothes and then I can sort everything out when I've sorted myself out."
"Done that already. Anyway, you rest and I'll see you in the morning, all ready to go to Boston." He kissed my forehead lightly before leaving my room. I suddenly felt very lonely. I wanted him back, not just in the room but in my life.
Joey's POV
Waking in hospital the following morning was strange. At first I forgot what had happened to me but hearing the beeps of the machines brought me back to reality. The beating, the pain, losing my baby, Pacey coming to my rescue. Pacey. My friend, my ex-boyfriend. Where was he?
The doctor appeared after I had been awake for a little bit. He told me how badly I had been beaten, but I didn't need him to tell me that. I knew. I was the one lying on the floor. He said that my injuries were bad but not that bad. The only thing that was stopping me going home today was the fact that I had miscarried. I wanted to go home so badly. Although there was something stopping me from going. Bad memories I suppose. I could wait another day. Hospital was just so boring.
After lunch there was a slight knock on the door to my room. Pacey popped his head around it. I smiled I was so pleased to see him. I wanted him to take me into his arms and hold me forever. I know, it's probably the old me talking but he always made me feel better.
"Hey, how are you today?" He was genuine. He had the glint in his eye that said he cared.
"Better," I told him, "the doctor says I will have to stay in for one more night and then I can go home." I bit my lip. I was nervous, scared even.
"Jo, what's the matter?" Damn you Pacey Witter, you know me too well.
"I don't want to go back to the apartment." I finally mustered up the courage to tell him. I couldn't go back to where it had happened. To where I had lost my baby. The baby I didn't realise how much I wanted until the doctor told me I was expecting.
"Jo, I told you, you don't have to go back. Tomorrow I am taking you to Boston and from there we will work everything out." Pacey took my hand into his. He kissed it but didn't let it go. "I called your boss this morning and explained what happened and why you wouldn't be in for a while. She was very understanding, said she would try and come over and see you tonight."
"Thanks Pace. Don't know what I'd do without you." I told him. It was true, if he hadn't been there yesterday I might not have been here today telling this story.
"Now are you sure you don't want me to call Bessie?" He asked again and again I shook my head. "Why not Jo?"
"She has enough to deal with." Was all I committed myself to say.
"Jo, you know she'd drop everything and run to you. Please you need her." Pacey looked into my eyes, he really did know me too well. He knew there was more to this story than I was letting on.
"Pacey, she'll only tell me that she told em so. She didn't like Frank. Told me so when she visited a couple of months ago. She hasn't spoken to me since. That's why I don't want you to call her. Not yet anyway."
"Okay, is there anything you want from the shop or from home?" He asked me finally letting go of my hand. I grabbed his hand back. His face registered surprise. I just needed something to hold onto.
"Don't think so. Just pack me some clothes and then I can sort everything out when I've sorted myself out."
"Done that already. Anyway, you rest and I'll see you in the morning, all ready to go to Boston." He kissed my forehead lightly before leaving my room. I suddenly felt very lonely. I wanted him back, not just in the room but in my life.