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Chapter 18

Our defenses dropped, we became vulnerable. We�re now sitting on the couch with our hands tied, being held at gun point. Only this time, Dawson�s with us. She doesn�t trust him anymore than we do. This time I�m guessing she really fell off her rocker from the information I heard earlier. Psycho bitch.

I shimmy a little on the couch to get comfortable, but I end up with the barrel of the gun sticking into my temple. �What do you think you�re doing?� She asks me like she can�t see what I was trying to do.

�I was trying to get comfortable. You know, it�s a little hard to do that with my hands tied and a gun being shoved at me every time a breathe.� I look at her and she glaring at me. I meet her glare with the same amount of anger.

�You do know what you�re saying don�t you. You�re trying to get a rise out of me.� She begins to walk around and moving her hands every which way, one hand with her finger on the trigger. �You better watch it girlie.�

�Andie-� �Don�t you Andie me Pacey. There�s a better chance of me using this gun on you then her.� She continues to pace back and forth. �You know, my doctor warned me about this. About getting in too deep. But, I guess it�s too late for that. I am crazy aren�t I?� She just looks at use and we just stare back. She starts to laugh. �I can�t believe I loved you Pacey Witter. I actually believed that you loved me. All this time it was just pity. I was so stupid.�

�Andie, don�t say that.� Pacey replied and her head shot up. Venom was in her eyes.

�Fuck you Pacey. Oh, that�s right. Been there. Done that.� She got up and began to pace the room again. She turned to Pacey, �You wanna know something Pacey? You really weren�t that good. Hell, when I first laid eyes on Dawson, I though he would be horrible. That was until we actually had sex. He was better than you.� Pacey isn�t saying anything. He just had a blank look on his face, holding a stiff upper lip.

�How about you Joey? Have you fucked Dr. Witter yet? Was he good? Was he better than Dawson.� She yelled. She kept pacing, only forcefully shoving the gun towards each of us. A few shots rang out and everything went black.

**

My eyes are closed and my body feels heavy. Something�s on top of me. I feel around with my hands and I hit somebody�s knee. I feel something wet and warm. I open my eyes and I can see blood. Oh, shit! Pacey�s bleeding. I go to move whatever�s on top of me off, but it won�t let me up. �Don�t move.� I hear Pacey tell me. I just nod my head and stay still.

Pacey�s shielding my body with his own and I think he�s shot. �Look what you did you bitch. I never intended to shoot anybody. Well at least not yet. I mean I killed Ben. That was never my intention. These bullets were meant for the both of you.� I hear sirens in the in the distance. I wonder if one of the neighbors heard the gun shots? �Fuck, the cops are coming. Great. Just great. Like this is really what I need right now.�

I look between Pacey�s arm and chest and I can see her sprinting out towards the back door. Damn she got away. Pacey slowly gets off of me and I get up too. I look down towards his knee and it confirms my suspicions. He�s shot. �Oh, God Pacey. Tell me what to do.�

�Well until an ambulance gets here, we�re going to need to wrap it up and apply pressure to help stop the bleeding.� I run into the laundry room and to find a freshly washed towel. I then go into the bathroom for some medical tape to hold it in place. The I run back out to the living room. �Will this do?�

�It�s perfect.� He tries to smile, but the pain in his leg keeps him from doing so. I hand him the towel and he unfolds so it is longer. He wraps it around his leg, wincing as he�s doing so. He holds it in place. �Okay, now take the tape and begin to wrap around the top, middle, and bottom parts so it help control the bleeding.� I do as I�m told and it takes a lot of my will power to not throw up at the site of Dawson�s limp body.

He sees how uncomfortable I am and he starts to get up. He grabs a pillow, �Let�s go out to the kitchen, there�s not enough room here for me to keep my leg elevated.� He puts an arm around my shoulders and I wrap my arm around him. He�s limping slightly and not really leaning on me. I think he�s using me for support. We get out to the kitchen and falls into the chair. I help him lift his leg up onto the pillow on the chair.

I stand back up nervously. He senses my discomfort of this entire situation. �Jo, come here.� He pulls out the chair next to him. I sit and he puts his arms around me. I rest my head on his shoulder. I soon notice that the sirens are moving away from here so no one called the police. �Um, I�m going to call for an ambulance. I don�t think those sirens were for here.� He just nods as he lets me go and I get up and go over to the phone to call 9-1-1.