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Dawson had been at the set for the past eight hours and he was beyond exhausted. He rubbed his eyes and sighed in frustration. Sometimes he hated actors, he really did. There had been a quarrel between the two leads and as always he had been the one to talk to them. He had never realized that he would be a director and a counselor. He looked at his watch and groaned, 8:15. He had told Joey he’d be home by 6. Due to the crisis on the set he had lost track of time. He got out his cell and dialed the house number. It rang three times before Joey picked up. “You’re late.” She said matter-of-factly.
“I know….there was a problem on the set and I had to fix it as usual….”
“You don’t have to play the hero all the time, Dawson. You have a life.”
“I’m sorry, Jo.”
“We’ll talk about this when you get home.” She snapped before hanging up. Dawson sighed and rubbed his eyes again. He looked at the long stretch of road in front of him; it wouldn’t be long until he was home. Hopefully she would have calmed down by then.
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Dawson tentatively opened the door to their small apartment. “Jo,” He called out as he put his keys on the small table by the door, “I’m home.” The only sound to greet his ears was silence. He crept into the living room and saw her sitting on the love seat with her arms crossed under her breasts and above her stomach. Her brows were drawn together and her mouth was set in a firm line. The same stance she had had her whole life; one that had been directed at him more times than he could count.
She turned her head towards the doorway where he stood, but she didn’t look at him. Instead she focused on an invisible spot on the wall. “It was six almost three hours ago.” She said in a clipped voice.
“I know.” He said quietly. From past experience he knew it was useless to explain himself when she was like this. Arguing with her would only worsen her condition. So he waited, bracing himself for what she would say next.
“You spend more time there than you do here. You care more about that movie than you do about me.” She accused bitingly. Dawson had to keep himself from flinching at her words.
“Jo, you know that’s not true.”
“Isn’t it? You’re never here. Sometimes I feel like I have a relationship with your voicemail and not you.” Dawson hung his head in shame and regret. It was true, the past few weeks he had practically lived at the set, but he was trying to finish this project up as quickly as possible so when their child was born he could stay home with them. They had talked about this and she had seemed okay with it. He opened his mouth to speak, but she interrupted him. “It’s becoming quite clear that you care more about yourself and your career. You don’t want me or our child.”
“I do…” He felt as if he were choking on the tears clogging his throat. He didn’t know where this was coming from. She couldn’t really believe that could she? “More than anything Jo. You’re just hurt, please don’t say this.” He pleaded. “I know you don’t mean it.”
“Maybe I do Dawson and maybe I never wanted to have your child to begin with.” She regretted the words as soon as they left her mouth. She didn’t mean it; she was just feeling so scared, confused, and abandoned. The look on his face was heart breaking. She watched him turn around, grab his keys, and quietly leave the apartment. She wanted to run to him and beg him not to leave, but she felt frozen to her place on the love seat. She turned her face into the cushion and let the tears flow. She had meant to tell him about her fears tonight, but instead she had resorted to anger over something trivial. Now she was very close to losing the person who meant the world to her.
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Dawson felt like his beating heart had been ripped out of his chest with a pair of pliers. He wasn’t sure where he was going to go or what he was going to do. They had had their share of fights, but none had been as devastating as the one that had just occurred. He wanted to hate her for saying what she did, but he couldn’t. Maybe she believed he’d be an absent father just like hers had been. He blinked back the tears that threatened to spill from his eyes and kept his eyes on the road. He gritted his teeth, picked up his cell, and called the only person who would understand what kind of damage Joey could do to a man’s heart-Pacey Witter.
Dawson had been at the set for the past eight hours and he was beyond exhausted. He rubbed his eyes and sighed in frustration. Sometimes he hated actors, he really did. There had been a quarrel between the two leads and as always he had been the one to talk to them. He had never realized that he would be a director and a counselor. He looked at his watch and groaned, 8:15. He had told Joey he’d be home by 6. Due to the crisis on the set he had lost track of time. He got out his cell and dialed the house number. It rang three times before Joey picked up. “You’re late.” She said matter-of-factly.
“I know….there was a problem on the set and I had to fix it as usual….”
“You don’t have to play the hero all the time, Dawson. You have a life.”
“I’m sorry, Jo.”
“We’ll talk about this when you get home.” She snapped before hanging up. Dawson sighed and rubbed his eyes again. He looked at the long stretch of road in front of him; it wouldn’t be long until he was home. Hopefully she would have calmed down by then.
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Dawson tentatively opened the door to their small apartment. “Jo,” He called out as he put his keys on the small table by the door, “I’m home.” The only sound to greet his ears was silence. He crept into the living room and saw her sitting on the love seat with her arms crossed under her breasts and above her stomach. Her brows were drawn together and her mouth was set in a firm line. The same stance she had had her whole life; one that had been directed at him more times than he could count.
She turned her head towards the doorway where he stood, but she didn’t look at him. Instead she focused on an invisible spot on the wall. “It was six almost three hours ago.” She said in a clipped voice.
“I know.” He said quietly. From past experience he knew it was useless to explain himself when she was like this. Arguing with her would only worsen her condition. So he waited, bracing himself for what she would say next.
“You spend more time there than you do here. You care more about that movie than you do about me.” She accused bitingly. Dawson had to keep himself from flinching at her words.
“Jo, you know that’s not true.”
“Isn’t it? You’re never here. Sometimes I feel like I have a relationship with your voicemail and not you.” Dawson hung his head in shame and regret. It was true, the past few weeks he had practically lived at the set, but he was trying to finish this project up as quickly as possible so when their child was born he could stay home with them. They had talked about this and she had seemed okay with it. He opened his mouth to speak, but she interrupted him. “It’s becoming quite clear that you care more about yourself and your career. You don’t want me or our child.”
“I do…” He felt as if he were choking on the tears clogging his throat. He didn’t know where this was coming from. She couldn’t really believe that could she? “More than anything Jo. You’re just hurt, please don’t say this.” He pleaded. “I know you don’t mean it.”
“Maybe I do Dawson and maybe I never wanted to have your child to begin with.” She regretted the words as soon as they left her mouth. She didn’t mean it; she was just feeling so scared, confused, and abandoned. The look on his face was heart breaking. She watched him turn around, grab his keys, and quietly leave the apartment. She wanted to run to him and beg him not to leave, but she felt frozen to her place on the love seat. She turned her face into the cushion and let the tears flow. She had meant to tell him about her fears tonight, but instead she had resorted to anger over something trivial. Now she was very close to losing the person who meant the world to her.
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Dawson felt like his beating heart had been ripped out of his chest with a pair of pliers. He wasn’t sure where he was going to go or what he was going to do. They had had their share of fights, but none had been as devastating as the one that had just occurred. He wanted to hate her for saying what she did, but he couldn’t. Maybe she believed he’d be an absent father just like hers had been. He blinked back the tears that threatened to spill from his eyes and kept his eyes on the road. He gritted his teeth, picked up his cell, and called the only person who would understand what kind of damage Joey could do to a man’s heart-Pacey Witter.