Disclaimer: I do not own Charmed in any way, shape or form...
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A/N: Ok, so my fics that I'm currently writing have went a little of the rails because of my lack of inspiration. So in true giving up format I decided to start a new fic.
Vulnerable Child
Cowering under the stairs she sat weeping quietly – her cries muffled by the oversized T-shirt she had pulled to her eyes. Suddenly she heard the back door slam, someone was home. Pulling herself from the floor she ran quickly up the stairs hoping that no one would hear. Arriving at the top of the stairs she crouched down peering through the banister, her eyes came upon her eldest sister, Prue. She was walking slowly through the house – expecting to be alone, as she normally was when she arrived home from school. Phoebe slowly pulled back from the top of the stairs, trying to make herself invisible. She stood up as quietly as she could and paced backwards slowly towards her bedroom, hoping that she could make it there without Prue's knowledge. She turned round quietly and began walking as quickly and quietly as she could. Creak Phoebe stopped dead in her tracks when she heard the floorboard creak. She remained not moving for a moment in desperate hope that she hadn't been heard. Then suddenly a voice from the foot of the stairs,
"Is anyone there," Phoebe dared not to move, but she knew she had to. Slowly she crept along the hallway. When she reached her bedroom door she grasped desperately at the handle as she heard Prue's footsteps slowly climbing the stairs, the door handle wouldn't seem to budge, she tried and tried but she couldn't turn it. As she saw Prue's shadow coming round the corner she gave once last attempt to push the door in and it moved. The door swung open and she fell back into the room. She closed the door as quietly as she could and then quickly pulled herself across the floor to behind her bed. She lay down beside the bed and forced her body to become as small as possible. Hoping that Prue wouldn't even look into the room, but her heart sank when she heard the door open. Trembling she sat so still, trying not to breathe. Her heart-pounding insider her chest made her think that soon it would burst if she didn't breathe, but she couldn't. After a few minutes she heard the door close, she waited a few seconds before emerging from her hiding place. Slowly she stood up, and looked towards the door. Where her eyes fell upon Prue.
"Phoebe, I knew it!" said Prue triumphantly; she loved catching Phoebe ditching school always had done. It proved to her that Phoebe was screw up and that she wasn't. "I knew you were home. What are you doing here?"
"I just came home," replied Phoebe, hoping that her eyes were no longer red from sobbing, she would wipe them but that would draw too much attention them.
"You know what Grams said, the next time you're caught ditching school you're grounded. Well that's what time it is?" said Prue, she knew it sounded harsh but she didn't really care. Phoebe would have told on her if the situation was reversed.
"Well there's a surprise." Phoebe spat back at Prue, "Ok, you've caught me. I don't give a shit Prue!" yelled Phoebe,
"Don't you dare use that language with me!" Prue yelled back,
"You're not my mother! You can't tell me how to speak to you," replied Phoebe as she walked quickly towards the door. Prue grabbed her arm as she ran past Phoebe winced in pain.
"What the heck?" questioned Prue. She looked properly at Phoebe's eyes for the first time and saw that they were red and bloodshot. She had been crying. Prue grabbed Phoebe's long sleeve and pulled it up, the reveal a large purple bruise around the top of Phoebe's arm. "Phoebe what is this?" asked Prue,
"Nothing! Leave me," yelled Phoebe trying to pull her arm away from Prue, but Prue was much stronger than the young fourteen year old.
"What's going on?" demanded Prue, she looked Phoebe up and down; her tights were ripped and laddered. Her eyes were red, her arm bruised. Something was definitely wrong.
"Phoebe just tell me,"
"NO!" yelled Phoebe pulling free from Prue and running from the room.
A/N: Ok, so I'm finally back into the habit of writing. Its taken long enough I mean god I hate writers block its one of the worse things in the world. OK, so the plan I have for this fic is kinda confusing so if you have any questions just ask in a review and I'll explain in an authors note.