Gone
Yet another break ends, as a second hour of commercial free music begins blaring through my radio. Not always one to listen to the more chart driven music, I happily tuned into this station. Slowly becoming one of my better ideas, they play the inevitable flashback song, to which my ears welcome the melodic strings with ease. I know this song like the back of my hand, though I haven't heard it in a while. The words freely melt the icyness that substitues my emotions, as they happily take me back to the first time I heard them.
Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road.
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go.
So make the best of this task and don't ask why.
It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time.
It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
For the first time in days, a smile creeps across my face, as I aimlessly walk around what has become my dungeon. It's an upsettingly tough feat, being that I've been grounded for ions to come. The days before this one has been anything but simple, considering my daily routine hasn't changed, only grown harder. It seems my dear sister bears no true understanding of my motive for leaving the increasingly stepford household. Simply put--I needed a break, among other things I suppose. But I couldn't delve much into my own sordid reality, when I was recieving my punishment.
Today is Saturday, our most busy day--besides Sunday of course. I've been constantly on my toes, at Bessie's beck and call, mostly out of pure guilt. As for school, my wonderful sister kindly sent in a sick note not too long after we set out for our little adventure, putting me in no real trouble as far as school is concerned. There was a breath of relief once I heard the news, but the opposite, when I was handed all the homework that Andie delivered daily on my behalf. As far as my luck goes, I'm not exactly surprised at how busy and particularly successful the B&B has been as of late, even though we just opened not too long ago. Especially since it's fall.
Though I do have some genuine concern, or shock of how so many people are still so upset over our little trist. So upset that Jen and Grams are still on bad terms, as am I with Bessie, and even Bodie. Andie, the possibly more understanding of our bunch has been--well--just that. Though the kind friendliness and advice I've gained from her, is privvy to subside being that she still has no idea about mine and Pacey's budding relationship. I haven't been able to talk much to Jack, and Dawson has been fairly laid back. I told him everything--well everything that I could tell him without the our worlds coming to a crashing halt I suppose.
Though he seemed to understand, and nearly agreed with both Pacey and my measures for escape, there was still a bit of resentment, as we both seemed to use the conversation for seperate reasons. The common one being to maintain an idea of each others life, and maintain a frienship. Though I cringe when I think of what any of us will be once evrything goes back to normal--whatever that is, and they find out about me and Pacey. I can't help but chuckle with slight embarresment as I seem to mentally jump the shark everytime I think of what Pacey and I...are. I mean, I haven't talked to him since they dropped me off.
The true punishment was cast when I was practically barred from talking, let alone seeing him. It's been a week, and I've already written him two letters, and called the Witter home, before sheepishly hanging up of course. But there's been nothing from him. No random calls from a pay phone, or any other device that I've pondered hopelessly, that he could use to get in touch with me. He's yet to even write me back. Jen, Dawson, Jack, and Andie have also felt John Witters wrath when it comes to his youngest son. Not even they can see him. An unfair sentencing considering that if it wasn't for Pacey, he would have never found out about his bottom feeding nephew.
The nephew--in true soap opera fashion--lied to his parents about college, in which he dropped out, and used whatever money they gave him on drugs, and began practically living in his drug dealers car. The one he drove up to the gathering, and the one Pacey 'borrowed'. Lawfully, cousin Danny is more than paying for his demons I hear, but Pacey is probably recieving the brunt of frustration and pain from Mr. Witter. "The junkie nephew, and the thieving son." He whispered bitterly on the drive home. Part of me fears how bad his punishment was, seeing as how I haven't seen him touch daylight since we've been back. No one seems to know what's going on, being that it's a 'private matter'. I remember Jen quoting Grams once at lunch.
Hmm...the song has been off for a while now.
"Great." I say after sighing, and walking over to the radio to turn it off.
"Jo." She says opening the door, her voice slightly hoarse.
"Yes?" I ask wryly.
"Lose the attitude alright." She says lightly. "I just came to let you know that Jen is outside wating for you."
About a week and a half ago I would have found a couple things wrong with that sentence, but then...this isn't a week and a half ago.
"Tell her I'm coming." I say picking up a ponytail holder off the floor, that slipped from my wrist.
"Let me think about that..." She says playfully stroking her chin as if in thought.
"Move." I say pushing past her, registering the rare showcase of sarcasm.
"Glad you caught on."She says cheerfully shrugging.
"Close my door." I shout, now in the living room.
"Fine." She says faint.
"Hey." She says warmly, as I walk outside and shut the door.
"Hey." I say immediately digging my hands into my jean pockets, as the cold bares no remorse.
"Well, I bet you're wondering why I'm here." She says apparently unassuming.
"Not really." I say with a light chuckle, looking down.
"Yes you are." She says quickly. "Now..." She says looking around gradually. "So...yeah, I'm rounding up the gang, and we're going to go throw rocks, stones, and any other random objects that we just so "happen" to find around the Witter home--at the Witter home. That is until father or mother Witter finally show their faces."
"Jen..."
"Then one of us--well you, are going to run over to Pacey's window and bail him out of the house of doom. I mean, I haven't thought it all the way through, but so far...that's all I got."She says anxiously folding her arms, with a pout. Sadly, she seems more than serious.
"Something tells me that's not going work...exactly."I say squinting as the sun burns brighter than before.
"Well we have to do something, I mean they can't just keep him there."She says absently.
"Maybe we could..." I say searching for answers.
"What?"She asks suddenly looking at me.
"Why don't you guys just go talk to Doug? I saw him down at the laundramat a little earlier." Bessie unexpectedly chimes in.
Jen just looks at me and smiles.
"Thank you." I say looking at her, I'm sure confusion prevelent in my expression.
"You're welcome." She says smiling, "You could use the break." She says with a wink, then closes the door.
"Did you two just have a moment?" Jen asks with a chuckle.
"Shut up." I say walking off.
Jen finds comfort on the bench that sits not far from the laundermat, as I scan around to see if I can spot Doug. Looking from my left to my right, I can't help but get exasperated as he appears to be nowhere in sight.
"Joey?"He asks tapping me on my shoulder.
"Huh?" I ask twirling around. "Doug." I say smiling.
"That was quick."Jen says sitting up.
"What are you girls doing around these parts?"He asks mildly charming.
"What's with the third degree, I mean I know you're a cop but..."Jen says baiting him in a familar fashion.
"Well, I was just curious." He says looking from her to me, then back to her. "Been hanging around Pacey--"He begins sardonically, then immediately catches his words.
"Where is Pacey?" I ask noticing the sudden change in his disposition.
"He'll be back, he's spending time with some realtives."He says looking away.
"What?" I ask in disbelief.
"Well is he getting help?"Jen asks.
"Help?"He asks.
"For his depression." I answer.
"Well, my father took him to a psychiatrist, and...well you two should get along with whatever you were doing."
"Well...when is he coming back?"I ask quietly.
"Soon."He says. "You'll be the first to know."He says with clarity, catching me off guard.
We exchange looks, as it becomes slightly more clear to me what the look might have been for. Did Pacey talk to him about us?
"Alright!" She exclaims nudging me. "We should be going."
"Right." I say pulling my hair behind me ear.
"Thanks for the coperation." She jokes, motioning for us to go.
"Anytime." He says nodding, then walking away.
"Relatives?"Jen questions sadly.
Drifting off, I just dig my hands deeper within my pockets. "Soon" He said. How soon? I wonder within the confines of my own thoughts.
"Joey?"She asks.
"Huh?"I ask shaking my head.
"You okay?"
No.
"Yeah." I say detached.
"Icecream?" She asks ironically pointing to an icecream stand.
"Yeah." I answer.
"See, you're not okay."
"Relatives?"I ask.
"Yep."She says downbeat.
"Do you think they put him on meds?"
"If I had to guess..."
Her words only make my heart sink further. I've got to talk to him.
It's been awhile since I've updated, and yep this is fairly short, my apologies. It's been a hell of a month...but I digress:D Anyhow, the next update will be sooner, I'm sure, so sit tight wonderful people:D 'Till then...tbc a.s.a.p
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