"Could you describe your wife Mr. Witter?" The detective asked. "She's
about 5' 8", she has long brown hair, brown eyes, about 120 pounds."
"Thank you Mr. Witter, we will do everything we can to find her."
The police searched the apartment for about an hour and only found one black glove from one of the robbers. "It appears that this was done by the same men we have been looking for for a week." "This is the first time they have abducted anyone." "Uh, thank you for your help sir." Pacey shook the detective's hand. "We will keep you updated on any leads Mr. Witter, goodnight."
Pacey closed the door slowly behind them. Who would do this to them? They never did anything to deserve this, and now Joey, his wife, was taken from him for a horrible and unknown reason.
He sauntered into the living room, picked up the phone and dialed the most familiar number known to him other than his own.
"Hello?" the cheerful voice echoed through the receiver. "Hey Dawson," Pacey said slowly. "Hey Pace how ya doing?" "Well," he took a deep breath, "not so good Dawson." "Why, w-what's wrong Pacey?" "Well about an hour and a half ago, I went to go to the store to buy groceries." "When I came back, someone had broken into the apartment and um, Joey wasn't here." "I-I called the police and they came to search the place and they said that they have been trying to catch these two guys for about a week now, and, they think and I know, that uh," He took another deep breath and chocked back tears, "Joey was kidnapped Dawson." The tears were flowing now. "Oh my god Pacey, do you have any idea where she could be?" Pacey wiped the tears from his face. "No, no I have no idea where to even start looking." "Okay, well uh, I'll fly out there and we can find her Pace." "Don't worry, we'll find her." "Dawson, could you call Bessie and tell her what happened uh, I have a lot of cleaning up to do here." "Sure thing buddy, I'll get out there as soon as I can." "Dawson?" "Yeah Pace?" "Thanks." "Hey, we're gonna find her don't worry, okay?" Pacey sniffled. "Yeah, bye Dawson." Goodbye Pacey."
Pacey hung up the phone and surveyed the damage. The front window was slightly cracked, the toaster was smashed against the wall, and all of the pictures that were on the mantle were thrown onto the floor. He walked over to the window and looked up at the stars. The tears were streaming down his face now. He prayed to god that nothing would happen to his Joey. He slumped down onto the floor, put his face in his hands and cried the hardest he had ever in his life.
***
A horn blared and woke him up. The sun was shining into the room and it only made him feel worse. He wandered into the bathroom and splashed his red and tear-stained face with cool water.
Pacey spent the rest of the morning cleaning up. It hurt to walk into their bedroom. He ambled over to Joey's dresser and smelled her perfume. He loved her smell, it was on everything she wore and in her hair.
The phone rang and he answered it. "Hello?" It was Bessie. "Hi, Pacey have you heard anything yet?" She asked. "No, Bess, nothing yet." He said. "Dawson got in late last night, so he's here." Bessie said. "Hm." Pacey didn't feel like talking to anyone right now. There were loads of things on his mind and he was trying to sort them out. "Um, I think I'm gonna drive down there later today, so uh," She interrupted him. "I'll set up a room for you." "Thanks Bess, I'll talk to you later." She sighed. "Okay Pacey, I'll see you soon."
***
Pacey packed some clothes and necessities into a duffel bag to take to Capeside. He took their wedding picture out of the broken frame and laid it gently on top of everything. He zipped it closed and made his way to the door.
Before he closed it he quickly looked back. Pacey didn't want to think that this was going to be a one-person apartment. He shuddered at the frightening thought. It was then he decided, that he was going to do all that he could to get Joey back to him, no matter what the consequences would be.
Didn't know how she got to Capeside something seemed right he had to go look for her in the woods
The police searched the apartment for about an hour and only found one black glove from one of the robbers. "It appears that this was done by the same men we have been looking for for a week." "This is the first time they have abducted anyone." "Uh, thank you for your help sir." Pacey shook the detective's hand. "We will keep you updated on any leads Mr. Witter, goodnight."
Pacey closed the door slowly behind them. Who would do this to them? They never did anything to deserve this, and now Joey, his wife, was taken from him for a horrible and unknown reason.
He sauntered into the living room, picked up the phone and dialed the most familiar number known to him other than his own.
"Hello?" the cheerful voice echoed through the receiver. "Hey Dawson," Pacey said slowly. "Hey Pace how ya doing?" "Well," he took a deep breath, "not so good Dawson." "Why, w-what's wrong Pacey?" "Well about an hour and a half ago, I went to go to the store to buy groceries." "When I came back, someone had broken into the apartment and um, Joey wasn't here." "I-I called the police and they came to search the place and they said that they have been trying to catch these two guys for about a week now, and, they think and I know, that uh," He took another deep breath and chocked back tears, "Joey was kidnapped Dawson." The tears were flowing now. "Oh my god Pacey, do you have any idea where she could be?" Pacey wiped the tears from his face. "No, no I have no idea where to even start looking." "Okay, well uh, I'll fly out there and we can find her Pace." "Don't worry, we'll find her." "Dawson, could you call Bessie and tell her what happened uh, I have a lot of cleaning up to do here." "Sure thing buddy, I'll get out there as soon as I can." "Dawson?" "Yeah Pace?" "Thanks." "Hey, we're gonna find her don't worry, okay?" Pacey sniffled. "Yeah, bye Dawson." Goodbye Pacey."
Pacey hung up the phone and surveyed the damage. The front window was slightly cracked, the toaster was smashed against the wall, and all of the pictures that were on the mantle were thrown onto the floor. He walked over to the window and looked up at the stars. The tears were streaming down his face now. He prayed to god that nothing would happen to his Joey. He slumped down onto the floor, put his face in his hands and cried the hardest he had ever in his life.
***
A horn blared and woke him up. The sun was shining into the room and it only made him feel worse. He wandered into the bathroom and splashed his red and tear-stained face with cool water.
Pacey spent the rest of the morning cleaning up. It hurt to walk into their bedroom. He ambled over to Joey's dresser and smelled her perfume. He loved her smell, it was on everything she wore and in her hair.
The phone rang and he answered it. "Hello?" It was Bessie. "Hi, Pacey have you heard anything yet?" She asked. "No, Bess, nothing yet." He said. "Dawson got in late last night, so he's here." Bessie said. "Hm." Pacey didn't feel like talking to anyone right now. There were loads of things on his mind and he was trying to sort them out. "Um, I think I'm gonna drive down there later today, so uh," She interrupted him. "I'll set up a room for you." "Thanks Bess, I'll talk to you later." She sighed. "Okay Pacey, I'll see you soon."
***
Pacey packed some clothes and necessities into a duffel bag to take to Capeside. He took their wedding picture out of the broken frame and laid it gently on top of everything. He zipped it closed and made his way to the door.
Before he closed it he quickly looked back. Pacey didn't want to think that this was going to be a one-person apartment. He shuddered at the frightening thought. It was then he decided, that he was going to do all that he could to get Joey back to him, no matter what the consequences would be.
Didn't know how she got to Capeside something seemed right he had to go look for her in the woods