His Shining Star

category-P/J romance
rating-R
timeline-beginning of season 2. Andie and Jack came to Capeside but Andie and Pacey never went out nor did Dawson and Joey date.

Chapter 7

    Joey walked from the kitchen back into the room Pacey would be staying in. She opened the door to find him pulling on a sweatshirt.

Joey- Hey.

Pacey- Hey yourself. What did Bessie say?

Joey- Well, as I suspected, she thought we did the deed last night.

    Joey knew this could be an uncomfortable subject so she decided to approach it casually.

Pacey- She did, did she?

Joey- Yup. But don't worry. I assured her any intentions pertaining to last night were purely innocent and no nookie action occurred. I think she's just worried that I'll make the same mistakes she made.

Pacey- Well, that's understandable. So did you put all of her fears away?

Joey- I think so. I hope so.

Pacey- Well I think she trusts you, so I wouldn't worry.

Joey- I guess you're right. C'mon, lets go eat.

Pacey- Sounds like a good idea.

    During breakfast Pacey, Joey, Bodie, and Bessie discussed what these new living arrangements would mean. Seeing as how it was the beginning of March they didn't get too many guests; not many people visited Capeside in cold weather. In that area the living part probably wasn't a problem. Bessie had an idea of what could be going on. She didn't know anything for sure and she didn't want to ask. She knew Pacey was ignored and she thought his dad might of hit him once, and that's when he left. Of course the idea of him being continuously beaten hadn't entered her mind.

    She told him he could stay with them for as long as he needed; she suspected he'd be there for a long while. Pacey had a job so he wasn't really dependent on money. They made sure they covered all the bases and everything seemed to be worked out. After breakfast Joey helped Bessie with the dishes while Bodie and Pacey chopped some wood for the fireplace. Pacey didn't mind doing little chores like that at all. He actually loved it. They were doing so much for him, without even a grunt, so he would do anything he could to give back.

    After the dishes were washed and put away, and the wood was chopped and stacked Pacey and Joey went in the backyard and sat on her long swing. They knew they had a lot to talk about but neither knew where to start. Finally, Pacey spoke.

Pacey- I know you must have a lot of questions, because I know I would, so why don't you start? You can ask me what ever has been nagging your mind.

Joey- Ok...umm… can you tell me a little bit about your home life? I mean I know you didn't get along with your dad…but... why? And what about your mom, and Doug, and your sisters? I just.. I don't get it.

Pacey- Ok, this may take a while so get comfortable.

Joey- I'll be patient.

Pacey- Ok. Well, it all started when I was very young. I used to play cops and robbers with Doug when we were little and he always wanted to be the cop, while I always wanted to be the bad guy; the robber. Doug was always perfect. He got straight A's, never got a detention, never got in trouble. I on the other hand barely squeaked by with C's. I got my first detention in the first grade for fighting. I'm sure you remember that.

    Joey smiled lightly. How could she forget? A kid named Billy Harold had pushed Joey off the swings. Joey was pretty stunned, and for a minute she had just watched Billy saunter off smugly. Then she got up to tackle him and before she could get there, the class clown, and her secret crush, Pacey Witter had run over to Billy and punched him. They got into a fist fight which surprisingly Pacey had won.

Pacey- I was always the rebellious one. I answered back and would always speak my mind. Doug on the other hand did whatever he was told. He wouldn't dare do anything against my dad. Well obviously Doug was the favorite and my dad started to hate me. He hated that I didn't want to be just like him. Seeing as how Doug wanted to be just like my father, he also started to treat me like crap. I was verbally tormented by the both of them from the age of probably  9 until this day.

    Joey was already near tears.

Pacey- As Doug got older he became more and more like my dad. Not in the drunken abusive way, but he really wanted to become a cop and things like that. When I was 13 I was goofing off in my dad's little study. In this study he kept most of his valuable things. Awards, metals, trophies, stuff like that. He used to play high school football and he had a trophy from the last game he played. He treasured it. Well, when I was goofing off I knocked it over, and it broke. My dad came home right after.

    Joey knew what was coming next.

Pacey- He came into the study where I was trying to fix his trophy and right when I saw his face I knew I was in for it.

    By this time Pacey's eyes were filled with tears that wanted to spill over.

Pacey- He started screaming at me things like 'you're such a screw up, such a good for nothing, I wish we'd never had you!!!' Finally I got so hurt and mad I screamed 'it's just a goddamn trophy dad! It's not the end of the world!!' He got really mad and he slapped me. Then he told me to get out of his sight. That was the first time he ever hit me. After that day he hit me for any little thing I did wrong. Doug saw my dad hit me that dad, and I think it absolutely disgusted him. He started to see who my dad was. He started to be nicer to me when my dad wasn't around but if my dad was around it was back to the Pacey bashing. I couldn't hate him though because I understand why he did that. He was completely petrified of my father. I can definitely sympathize with him. I never tried to make things right with Doug because I became to resentful that he never stuck up for me, or tried to convince my dad that I wasn't a worthless piece of shit.

    By this time both Pacey and Joey had tears streaming down their faces. Neither noticed that they were holding hands as Pacey spoke.

Pacey- Things between my parents started getting bad when I was about 7. My mom thought he was to hard on me and they always fought about that. When I was about 14 they basically stopped talking unless it was to fight. My mom was completely drained of hope or happiness. She was a different person. She was never mean to me, but she never had the guts to really stand up to my father. When things between them got really bad my dad started drinking. He drank a lot. That's when the abuse got worst. Now everyone was way to afraid to really try to help.  He never hit my sisters or my mom. He never hit Doug either. My oldest sister, Miranda, kind of kept to her own life. She moved out as soon as she was 18. She couldn't my house. My second oldest sister, Liz, was also a good kid. She got good grades and didn't really do anything bad. She was always nice to me, but again she was to afraid to stop what my dad was doing.

Pacey- Then we come to Gretchen. The one most like me. She would always scream at my dad for treating me the way he did. She'd always clean me up after I'd been hit by my dad. Me and her were really close. But all of my brothers and sisters moved out as soon as they could. That left me to fend for myself. And there is the Witter history.

Joey- Oh God, Pacey. That's so awful! That bastard! He will never, ever, touch you again. Ever!!

Pacey- Don't worry. He can't do anything to me now Jo.

    Joey was hysterically crying while Pacey let silent tears fall down his face. They held each  other for a long time, until they were both cried out.

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