Hunter

By Leia

 

Part 1

 

Oh yes I’m guilty

For leasing myself out

Not ready to go up for sale

Can’t seem to give it up

Stubborn, so selfish

I’m showing off the worst in me

 

The return of Saturn

Assessing my life

Second guessing...

 

I’m full of artificial sweetener

My heart’s been deceitful

It’s all artificial sweetener

I’m faking I love you’s

You’re forcing me to

 

You really deserve love

I want to love you

But I can’t seem to find myself

My wilting effort

Our progress report

I’m only sure that I’m not sure

 

I shudder to be honest

Who’s behind it all now?

Who’s the author?

 

I’m full of artificial sweetener

My heart’s been deceitful

It’s all artificial sweetener

I’m faking I love you’s

You’re forcing me to

 

Re-read, re-write, redo, undo

I’m stuck on this page

I was born two weeks late

Is that why I hesitate?

I’m on the fence

Push me off it

I want to be on your side now

And keep a promise

 

I’m full of artificial sweetener

My heart’s been deceitful

It’s all artificial sweetener

My heart’s been deceitful

I’m faking I love you’s

You’re forcing me to

*~*Artificial Sweetener by No Doubt*~*

 

 

  Joey Leery brushed a stray piece of brown hair out of her face as she chewed on her pencil.  She had once hated these long nights, but now she cherished them.  She didn’t have to think of things to say to Dawson at dinner, or while they blandly watched TV.  Or try to work up the desire to have sex with him.  They had once been exciting, sex-driven newly-weds, but now, after three years of marriage, it felt dry.

 

  Weren’t marriages supposed to get dry until at least ten years down the road?  Not at three... or even one or two years.  It was about a year and a half when the spark had official worn out, if Joey remembered correctly.  She had stayed in it because she figured they were just hitting a rough spot.  Because they were soulmates and they were just testing the waters of life.

 

  She looked at the clock.  It was 10:30.  She couldn’t go over to Sara’s, her best friend who she had met while working as receptionists at a psychiatrist’s office.  Now, Sara was still working there while still studying to be a psychiatrist.  It was Friday, Sara’s night to have her boyfriend over.

 

  She had to go home.  She sighed.  It was time to get it over with, anyhow.  She knew that this had to happen eventually, and she hoped Dawson had been anticipating this, too.  How could he not see that this marriage was headed for ruin?

 

  The whole drive to her house, she contemplated just turning around and driving away from their quaint suburb in outside of Boston.  To go somewhere... anywhere that wasn’t there.  But she knew she had to face him.

 

  She drove an SUV... it was black, and very stylish.  She turned on her radio, flipping through the channels.  She stopped on to a station that played older songs... mostly from about five to ten years ago.

 

Oh yes I’m guilty

For leasing myself out

Not ready to go up for sale

Can’t seem to give it up

Stubborn, so selfish

I’m showing off the worse in me

 

  Suddenly, her cell phone rang, making her jump in surprise.  She took in a deep breath and answered it.

 

  “Jo Leery,” she said in a business-like fashion.

 

  What struck her odd is that she would have to change her name back to Potter... she would be Answering her phone saying “Joey Potter”... or “Jo Potter”...

 

The return of Saturn

Assessing my life

Second guessing...

 

  “Hey, its Sara.”

 

  Joey let out a deep breath.

 

  “Hey... I was afraid you were Dawson.”

 

  “So you’re not going to tell him?”

 

  “Yes... yes, I’m going to tell him tonight... I just don’t want to have any contact with him whatsoever beforehand.”

 

I’m full of artificial sweetener

My heart’s been deceitful

It’s all artificial sweetener

I’m faking I love you’s

You’re forcing me to

 

  “Don’t chicken out, Joey.  You’ve got to do this.”

 

  Joey sighed.

 

  “I know... its just hard.”

 

  “You’ve had those papers in your purse for a week!  You need to do this.”

 

  “Yes, I know, I’m just picking the right moment...”

 

  “Joey, there is no right moment for this kind of stuff... listen, I’ve got to go.  If you need anything, don’t hesitate to give me a buzz.”

 

  “Okay.”

 

  Joey sighed as she sat her phone down next to her.  As soon as she set it down, it rang again.  Sara always had a way with forgetting things.

 

  “Okay, Sara, what now?” she said, laughing.

 

  “Um, Jo?” Dawson asked.

 

  Joey felt her throat go dry.

 

You really deserve love

I want to love you

But I can’t seem to find myself

My wilting effort

Our progress report

I’m only sure that I’m not sure

 

  “Oh, um, hi Dawson.  I thought you were Sara.”

 

  He laughed.

 

  “Well, obviously...”

 

  Joey laughed uneasily.

 

I shudder to be honest

Who’s behind it all now?

Who’s the author?

 

  “Are you coming home?” he asked... she could almost detect a bit of suspicion in his voice.

 

  “Uh-huh, I’m on my way,” Joey said, trying to sound as normal as possible.

 

  “That’s great!  I feel like I haven’t seen my own wife in ages!” he said excitedly.

 

  She swallowed.

 

  “Uh-huh.”

 

  “I’ll see you in a little bit!  I love you!”

 

I’m full of artificial sweetener

My heart’s been deceitful

It’s all artificial sweetener

I’m faking I love you’s

 

  “Okay,” she said weakly as she hung up the phone.

 

You’re forcing me to

 

  This was going to be incredibly difficult.

 

 

 

  As she walked up her own front steps, she felt as if she was headed for enemy territory.  Even her own house seemed foreign now.  Their house was fairly big, in a nice, suburban upper-class neighborhood.  The reason they could even afford it was Joey’s job in advertising.  Dawson worked as a film teacher at a private performing arts school in Boston, but it didn’t pay nearly what Joey made.  Her artistic talent helped a lot in her job, and she had quickly became a favorite with the executives.  The house was nice and had a modern touch to it, which made Joey feel slightly alienated.  Dawson had picked out most of the furniture.  Not that it mattered, since she was hardly home, anyway.

 

  She slowly opened the unlocked door and peered in.  Dawson was nowhere to be found.  She let out a huge sigh of relief as she took off her shoes and her suit jacket.

 

  And then she saw him come down the stairs.

 

  “Well, look who it is!” Dawson said.  “You look so familiar... do I know you?”

 

  Joey knew that he was joking, but she could detect the bitterness in his voice.

 

  “Joey Potter, the one and only,” she said weakly.

 

  Dawson tried not to look at her oddly when he realized that she had just referred to herself as “Joey Potter”... he hadn’t heard her use that name in a long time.

 

  “I feel the need to get reacquainted,” he said slyly, ignoring that weird feeling that he had gotten.

 

  “Oh?” Joey nearly squeaked out.

 

  “Do you have any suggestions, Mrs. Leery?” Dawson asked, playing with the collar of her blouse.

 

  “We, um... we could... watch TV...”

 

  Dawson looked slightly disappointed.

 

  “Okay,” he said, trying to muster up some enthusiasm.

 

  It had been months since they had sex.  Joey was either too busy or too tired.  A good majority of the time, she wasn’t even home.  When she was home, she usually slept in a guest room... and when she did sleep in their room, there was definitely no sex there.

 

  She watched him as he idly flipped through the channels as he sat in the arm chair next to the loveseat that she sat on.  This is what her life had become.  She nervously tapped her fingers on her purse.

 

  “Its over,” she blurted out.

 

  He dropped the remote and looked at her.

 

  “What?” he asked, disbelieving.

 

  “The marriage... its over, Dawson,” she said gently.

 

  “What are you talking about?”

 

  “How can you be so disbelieving?  Its been over for a long time, you and I both know that!”

 

  “No!” he said, not wanting to believe what was happening.  “No, it hasn’t!”

 

  “The spark was gone ages ago...”

  “Joey, we were just testing the waters-”

 

  “Dawson, I’m tired of testing the waters!  I want to dive in head first!   I want to plunge into life!” she cried.

 

  He grabbed her wrists, looking deep into her eyes.

 

  “Then we’ll plunge in together.”

 

  Joey took a deep breath.  This was going to be so hard.

 

  “I want to plunge in head first... by myself,” she whispered.  “I’m sorry.”

 

  He dropped her hands, his eyes filling with tears.

 

  “Joey, we’re soulmates!”

 

  She sighed and closed her eyes.

 

  “No... no, we’re not.  I wanted to believe it for so long, Dawson, but we’re not.”

 

  “But what about all our plans?  To have children?  To see the world?”

 

  “Dawson, I haven’t even lived... I’m not ready for children... and I want to see the world, but not with you.  I want to see the world alone.”

 

  “Joey!  You can’t do this to me!”

 

  “Dawson, I didn’t want to do this, but I have to.  Its not fair to me or to you if I stay.  We’d only be denying and delaying the inevitable.”

 

  Dawson took her hands again, looking into her eyes desperately.

 

  “Remember, Joey?  We were going to have two boys and a girl... one of the boys would be rambunctious and trouble-making, while the other one would be calm and an angel... and I would spoil the only girl rotten, and call her ‘Princess’... Remember Joey?” he sobbed.

 

  Joey bit her lip.  She knew that this would happen.

 

  “I’ve already talked to my lawyers... you just need to sign the divorce papers,” she said, trying to be gentle as she opened her purse and handed the papers to him.

 

  He looked at them for a moment, but wouldn’t take them from her hands.  He just turned around and walked up the stairs.  Joey sighed as she stuck the papers back in her purse.  She didn’t want to fight, but if she needed to, she would.  She had good lawyers.  She had been prepared for this for months.  She hadn’t, however, been prepared to break Dawson’s heart.  She sighed as she lay down on the couch.  She would pack her bags after Dawson went golfing in the morning.

 

Re-read, re-write, redo, undo

I’m stuck on this page

I was born two weeks late

Is that why I hesitate?

I’m on a fence

Push me off it

I want to be on your side now

And keep a promise

 

I’m full of artificial sweetener

My heart’s been deceitful

It’s all artificial sweetener

My heart’s been deceitful

I’m faking I love you’s

You’re forcing me too