"What else do we need?" Pacey called to Joey. "Um, get a gallon of milk
and uh, get something to bring to Dawson's tomorrow." Joey said. "Will
do, I'll be back." Pacey left to go to the store around the corner and
left Joey to work on her column. As he backed out of the driveway, he
never saw the beat-up black accord that was parked across the street, or
the two men sitting inside it.
"No, no," She hit backspace and thought of another sentence instead. Uh huh, and.. "Hm, done" She saved it to a disk and put it in a case to bring to the paper tomorrow. Joey enjoyed writing for The Boston Globe; it was what she loved to do and she knew that she had found the perfect career.
A loud noise interrupted her thoughts. "Pace, is that you?" "Do you need some help?" Joey made her way to the kitchen, but no one was there. The door was open and had a huge hole in it. She gasped and turned around to run to the phone. Before she got there, someone grabbed her from behind and covered her mouth. "Hello miss." The raspy voice said. "Nice place you got here, we going to enjoy wrecking it." The man laughed a sly laugh. Joey tried to scream but the hand gripped tighter.
She saw a tall shadow behind her. Someone else was in the house and was carrying a large stick or something. She never got to see their faces as pain shot through her body and everything went black.
***
Pacey trudged up the stairs to their apartment and immediately sensed that something was wrong. He noticed the door, dropped the groceries and dashed inside. Their possessions were all over the floor, the couches were knocked over, books in the computer room were strewn everywhere and Joey was nowhere to be found. "Joey!" He called, "Joey!" No one answered. He searched every room with no sign of her.
He went into their bedroom and noticed a picture that lay face down on the bed. He picked it up and a sharp pain shot through his stomach. It was their wedding picture, cracked down the middle.
It was then he tore into the living room and called the police.
"No, no," She hit backspace and thought of another sentence instead. Uh huh, and.. "Hm, done" She saved it to a disk and put it in a case to bring to the paper tomorrow. Joey enjoyed writing for The Boston Globe; it was what she loved to do and she knew that she had found the perfect career.
A loud noise interrupted her thoughts. "Pace, is that you?" "Do you need some help?" Joey made her way to the kitchen, but no one was there. The door was open and had a huge hole in it. She gasped and turned around to run to the phone. Before she got there, someone grabbed her from behind and covered her mouth. "Hello miss." The raspy voice said. "Nice place you got here, we going to enjoy wrecking it." The man laughed a sly laugh. Joey tried to scream but the hand gripped tighter.
She saw a tall shadow behind her. Someone else was in the house and was carrying a large stick or something. She never got to see their faces as pain shot through her body and everything went black.
***
Pacey trudged up the stairs to their apartment and immediately sensed that something was wrong. He noticed the door, dropped the groceries and dashed inside. Their possessions were all over the floor, the couches were knocked over, books in the computer room were strewn everywhere and Joey was nowhere to be found. "Joey!" He called, "Joey!" No one answered. He searched every room with no sign of her.
He went into their bedroom and noticed a picture that lay face down on the bed. He picked it up and a sharp pain shot through his stomach. It was their wedding picture, cracked down the middle.
It was then he tore into the living room and called the police.