BACK WITH A PAST
Prue opened the front door as the knocking persisted, as soon as she did a
man pushed his way into the entryway.
He was about average height for a man. His dark hair was short and he was
unshaven. His wore a tight, white sleeves shirt with black jeans. He was
clearly angered. "Come right in why don't you?" asked Prue.
"Is she here?" asked the man nervously, looking around. "Phoebe Haliwell. I
need to speak to her." Prue didn't know what to do, who was this guy? She
asked herself. It was at this point the man advanced through the foyer
until he stopped suddenly at the sight of the youngest sister stood before
him.
Phoebe hared his voice as soon as the door opened, it through her into a
state of shock, she was paralyzed, not knowing what to say or do; she just
stood in shock and waited for the inevitable scene to play out.
"Phoebe!" he exclaimed, he didn't move he just stopped and looked at her.
Phoebe looked at him, deep into his dark eyes and she saw his emotions were
cast over a large surface of the spectrum of humanity. "You are dead
Phoebe." He threatened, this put Prue and Piper on alert, Phoebe just
looked at him, "Not got any thing to say? Makes a change, I ought to..."
Before he could finish Phoebe stepped closer to him and shot back, "You ought to what? Sort me out? Teach me a lesson? Well didn't do much good last time... if I was you I would turn around and walk out that door." "I love you Phoebe..." he screamed, "Oh and nothing shows love like a fist to the face hay!" she shouted back in as much force, "I told you in New York it's over."
"How could you just walk out on me like that? You never told me where you were going or anything. Do you know how much effort it took to find you?" he shouted in her face. She noticed his fist clench and said in a threatening tone, "If you lay a finger on me or my sisters you will regret it. That's a promise." He looked down at Phoebe "You never learn do you." He whispered, and then diverted his view to the surroundings, "Well, I see you're back in the manor, after everything you said in New York I have to admit this was the last place that I ever imagined you would come back to." He said pacing around the foyer looking in the living room, and up the stairs before turning back to all three sisters.
"Well thing's change, I've changed." Phoebe said in a harsh tone.
Prue couldn't stand back and watch this any longer, she stepped forward, "I think you should leave. Now!" she said forcefully.
The guy smiled looking at the oldest sister, "Well, this must be Prue." Then he turned back to Phoebe, "You should explain to them how this works."
Phoebe shook her head, "Not this time, I have too much to lose."
The guy smiled, "Babe don't kid you're self, Mark and this wont last. This is just a fairy tail, I know how angry you were in New York, now that isn't pain that just goes away. You have nothing!" "Don't call me Babe!" Phoebe shouted, "...get the hell out of my house, its over."
He got angry and stepped forward taking hold of Phoebe's shoulder, she tried to pull away but he held tighter, and puller her closer to him, "I think you'll find ... BABE... that it's just begun!"
Prue stepped closer, and was ready to do what ever was necessary to protect her sister, or attempt to protect her, "Get the hell off my sister!" she shouted. Hearing Prue he pushed Phoebe back, strong enough for her to stumble backwards, but not enough to push her over, and turned to the stern face of the oldest, "Hay Phoebe, how about I teach her a lesson, instead of you this time?"
Phoebe reacted instantly, pulling the guy back, and blocking him from Prue by standing between them. "You touch her, you touch either of them, and I'll take you down." Phoebe threatened, "It's one thing to hit me, it's nothing new, but don't ever threaten of hurt my sisters."
"It's a miracle; a crumbling sisterly bond close to non existent re-builds within a few weeks. Maybe you could tell me you're secret Phoebe..." Phoebe laughed, "God can't help rebuild what you lost! Mark was smart he got out why he still could he saw what you really were, he tried to tell me but I didn't listen ... I should have left sooner, a lot sooner."
Seeing and hearing Phoebe talk about this angered him further and he started screaming at her, "It's you're fault I lost my little bro man, you made him leave."
"I never done a damn thing John, maybe he got a clue when he saw you beat the crap out of me, leave me for dead. I owe him my life, he saved me. You showed him what he was gonna become if he stayed with you...a low life, drugged up out his head, thug." With this John lost it and through his clenched fist into Phoebe's face she fell backwards into Prue who caught her.
Phoebe's world turned into slow motion, as she saw the clenched fist fly through the air, she froze as she felt powerless, there was nothing she could do only wait for the inevitable. Seconds latter she felt as his large hand connect with her face and the force of the blow sent her back wards into Prue, she felt the protective arms wrap around her and give the support she needed not to hit the floor. Her vision was blurred and her head felt heavy, she found it hard to stand on her feet Prue took all of Phoebe's weight.
"Wrong move Phoebe, wrong move!" was the last thing that Phoebe heard before she saw a blur of white head in the direction of the door.
Before he could finish Phoebe stepped closer to him and shot back, "You ought to what? Sort me out? Teach me a lesson? Well didn't do much good last time... if I was you I would turn around and walk out that door." "I love you Phoebe..." he screamed, "Oh and nothing shows love like a fist to the face hay!" she shouted back in as much force, "I told you in New York it's over."
"How could you just walk out on me like that? You never told me where you were going or anything. Do you know how much effort it took to find you?" he shouted in her face. She noticed his fist clench and said in a threatening tone, "If you lay a finger on me or my sisters you will regret it. That's a promise." He looked down at Phoebe "You never learn do you." He whispered, and then diverted his view to the surroundings, "Well, I see you're back in the manor, after everything you said in New York I have to admit this was the last place that I ever imagined you would come back to." He said pacing around the foyer looking in the living room, and up the stairs before turning back to all three sisters.
"Well thing's change, I've changed." Phoebe said in a harsh tone.
Prue couldn't stand back and watch this any longer, she stepped forward, "I think you should leave. Now!" she said forcefully.
The guy smiled looking at the oldest sister, "Well, this must be Prue." Then he turned back to Phoebe, "You should explain to them how this works."
Phoebe shook her head, "Not this time, I have too much to lose."
The guy smiled, "Babe don't kid you're self, Mark and this wont last. This is just a fairy tail, I know how angry you were in New York, now that isn't pain that just goes away. You have nothing!" "Don't call me Babe!" Phoebe shouted, "...get the hell out of my house, its over."
He got angry and stepped forward taking hold of Phoebe's shoulder, she tried to pull away but he held tighter, and puller her closer to him, "I think you'll find ... BABE... that it's just begun!"
Prue stepped closer, and was ready to do what ever was necessary to protect her sister, or attempt to protect her, "Get the hell off my sister!" she shouted. Hearing Prue he pushed Phoebe back, strong enough for her to stumble backwards, but not enough to push her over, and turned to the stern face of the oldest, "Hay Phoebe, how about I teach her a lesson, instead of you this time?"
Phoebe reacted instantly, pulling the guy back, and blocking him from Prue by standing between them. "You touch her, you touch either of them, and I'll take you down." Phoebe threatened, "It's one thing to hit me, it's nothing new, but don't ever threaten of hurt my sisters."
"It's a miracle; a crumbling sisterly bond close to non existent re-builds within a few weeks. Maybe you could tell me you're secret Phoebe..." Phoebe laughed, "God can't help rebuild what you lost! Mark was smart he got out why he still could he saw what you really were, he tried to tell me but I didn't listen ... I should have left sooner, a lot sooner."
Seeing and hearing Phoebe talk about this angered him further and he started screaming at her, "It's you're fault I lost my little bro man, you made him leave."
"I never done a damn thing John, maybe he got a clue when he saw you beat the crap out of me, leave me for dead. I owe him my life, he saved me. You showed him what he was gonna become if he stayed with you...a low life, drugged up out his head, thug." With this John lost it and through his clenched fist into Phoebe's face she fell backwards into Prue who caught her.
Phoebe's world turned into slow motion, as she saw the clenched fist fly through the air, she froze as she felt powerless, there was nothing she could do only wait for the inevitable. Seconds latter she felt as his large hand connect with her face and the force of the blow sent her back wards into Prue, she felt the protective arms wrap around her and give the support she needed not to hit the floor. Her vision was blurred and her head felt heavy, she found it hard to stand on her feet Prue took all of Phoebe's weight.
"Wrong move Phoebe, wrong move!" was the last thing that Phoebe heard before she saw a blur of white head in the direction of the door.