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Chapter 1 Heart Ripped Out

PRUE"S POV

I rushed into my bedroom at the manor after a long day at work, looking at the phone, only to find twenty six more unwanted messages left on my phone. I hit the delete button, I know who they were from, I didn't want to hear them, and I didn't want my sisters to hear them. For three weeks I have kept his new found presence in our lives a secret, and let me tell you it has not been easy.

The amount of times Piper has run into my room, answering my line, thinking it was Andy, trying to play match-maker has got me bewildered. and every single time it's the same scenario; I rush and grab the phone from her, answer in and then hang it up, saying I don't want to talk to Andy, when really I know it wasn't him, it was Victor Bennet, our father.

I really did feel bad about lying to my sisters, especially after everything that's happened and that fact that I promised them, or rather myself that I wouldn't go down that path again, it wasn't worth it, we were family and we had to be honest with each other.

But nevertheless here I was again, laying to them, keeping secrets from them, no wonder they lost faith in me before. My reasoning was that they didn't need this after all they had gone through, but inside I knew that wasn't the case, all three of them were stronger than ever, mentally, mortally and magically, strong as ever, it was me who was torn apart inside.

After he died, and we all know who he is, it's just to painful to say his name, but after he died, I felt as if my heart had been ripped out so many times that there was no chance of it ever being put back together. But then my heart would tell me that there was a way, just one way to fix it, to make my heart mend, or at least put it on the path. Andy.

Since I had seen him that was the only other thing I could think about, I could occupy myself with my new job, with the hussle and bussle of running a household, but could I really? It didn't mean anything, when I was signing something in the office, rushing around the kitchen late at night, I wasn't thinking about what I was doing, it was sort of robotic, and other than Piper, who I knew inside was freaking out trying to figure out what was wrong with me, no one had noticed my lack of attention, or heart.

Victor just wasn't going to give up. I know it sounds harsh to call your father by his first name, but if your father had been like mine, his first name was not the worst thing you could call him. Anyway, he wasn't giving up. Aside from the millions of phone calls and messages he has left, only two of which I listened to, he has tried to find me at work many times. I know he wouldn't dare come to the house, at least not yet, I think he knows I would be the first one on the phone to the police if he turned up at our house, and it wouldn't really look going for him to be harassing a eigthteen year old and her younger sisters now would it? Then again, neither does stalking one, but that's basically what he is doing, at work he tries to see me, I tell someone to tell him I'm busy, but he doesn't give up, he never gives up, he just waits. He waits until I have to leave and waits, watching me as I head for the door. I normally get someone to walk with me, and he watches, from a short distance away, shouting my name.

Last night I actually dreamed of the screams, I couldn't exactly see anything, just some black and as crazy as it sounds a picture of his face, screaming at me, nothing else, just screaming, and it didn't do anything to make me calm. When I woke up, as paranoid as it sounds, I swear I could smell him. I know, it sounds crazy, but there is no other way of describing it, I remembered that smell from the short amount of time he was here when I was a child, and it was the same smell.

I brushed it off as being crazy, it was the only way to keep myself from being worried sick at the paranoid fact that he was possibly in our house and there was nothing I could do to stop him.

I was snapped out of my thoughts by a phone ringing on the other side of the room, and knowing who it was, I wasn't going to answer it, but I knew Piper was on her way up.

I lay back on my bed as my stomach did swirls around my body as it heard the deadly ringing sound. I heard heavy footsteps heading up the stairs and I smiled to myself knowing the door is locked. I heard keys fumbling at the door and then the door opening.

"Find what is lost spell, in the book, found your door keys Prue, and a bunch of old socks, you should try it sometime," she said heading to answer the phone, now your going to talk to Andy and…" I cut her off, pushing her away from the phone. I must have pushed to hard because the next moment she and I both lay next to each other on the floor, the phone half way across the room. She looked up at me with questioning terror, and I know I had some explaining to do.