"Joey?" Pacey found himself saying as she looked down to say Hannah on the ground.
"Sorry," He whispered to his girlfriend as he helps her up. Hannah said nothing as she storms out.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to-" Joey started to say but he stopped her.
"No, it's fine. We'll work it out. Why are you here, Jo?"
Joey slowly walked over to him. "I uh, I needed to uh... to talk to you. Dawson and I are in this custody battle at the moment. He is trying to keep my oldest Jacob."
"I heard that from the media." Pacey found himself whispering. That's when Joey broke down in tears, falling to the floor.
"I don't know how I got here, Pacey." She cried. "One minute, we are Hollywood cutest couple and then he is coming home drunk, screaming at me that he wants a divorce. Then there are the kids who he also screams at while drunk...he told Jacob he didn't want him and now... and now... he is fighting custody for him? I have to sign these damn papers tomorrow and I just... I just can't fucking figure out what I am doing anymore."
Pacey sat down next to her and stare at the box of silverware on the other side of the room. "It's Dawson, Joey. Dawson always does something like this. He doesn't get his way, he throws a fit. Then, if Dawson doesn't like something he yells it while he is drunk. Do you remember at his sixteen surprise party? He told everyone what he was thinking that's for sure or when we were trying to make him feel better after Mitch died. Dawson does this kind of shit for really no good reason. I can't give you a single good reason why Dawson Leery should ever drink."
"What do I do about Jacob, he doesn't know this is how his father acts like when he is drinking."
Pacey sighed as he played with his fingers. "When I was six, I got this scar. Right here." He said as he pointed to the side of his face. "My Dad hit me for the first time with a beer bottle after telling me that he didn't want me."
Joey shook her head as she lifted her fingers to his face and softly touched his scar. "I have to go tomorrow, but everyone else is busy. Can you um, watch the kids for me? Just this once?"
Pacey was about to say no, but then he looked into Joey's eyes which somehow allowed him to say yes.
"Yeah, sure. I can do that." He said as she let out a gentle smile. "Thanks, Pace." He heard her say to him.
"Joey. I meant what I said about loving you." He found himself saying.
"I know you did. You always say the truth, Pace." She whispered as she had a tear running down her cheek.
She didn't say anything as she got up and got a napkin and pen. "Here is my number, just pick the kids up tomorrow at eight." She whispered as she wrote her number on the napkin.
"I still love you too, Pacey. But I still have so many problems. You don't want to face them all the way with me. Nobody does." She whispered as she left the napkin sitting there and then walked out the door.
"But I do." He whispered as she left, not getting up, he grabbed the napkin and type the number into his phone.
He texted her- Face it with me. Face life with me every day and everywhere. No matter what season we are in or who we are with. I always find my way back to you, Joey. -Pacey Witter
Hannah was the type of woman who was great in bed after Pacey had a long emotional day. However, as he was on top of her rubbing his hands against her breasts and rubbing himself onto her. He felt the pain of his heart whispering that this was the wrong woman.
"Stop." He suddenly said. "What? What is it?" Hannah asked him as he laid his head on her chest.
"It's that woman isn't it?" He heard her say. "That woman that came into the kitchen earlier. You are fucking her?"
"No, I'm not," Pacey said as he rolled off of her and started to put on his boxers.
Hannah was quiet for a moment, a little too quiet. "You still love her? That is the Joey you are always talking about? The one who married Dawson? What about me, what about us?" She suddenly asked.
Pacey quickly got on his clothes, scared for Hannah to understand that he was here for the sex most of the time. But before he could run away. She threw his shoe at the wall.
"I gave up my WHOLE life up for you, Pacey?!" Hannah screamed as Pacey caught the other shoe in his hand.
"Nobody asked you to." He stated as he stares at her. "You told me, you loved me." She yelled. "That's why I did leave my husband for you. Do you remember that? Oh Hannah I love you. Oh, Hannah come. Do you remember me leaving my husband for you or did you forget about that, Pacey?"
Pacey nodded his head. "Yes, I remember Hannah." He deadpanned.
"Get out, get the fuck out." She whispered as he put on some pants and a t-shirt.
"To where, this is our apartment." He whispered. "I don't care where, I'll move out. Just go.We are over, have fun fucking Dawson's wife."
So that's what he did. He left without another word.
