Running From Your Past
This story line is a teen/adult one since I'll be going back and forth from Piper's present, to her past, where at 16, Piper leaves the life she knew. Only to be thinking back on it 6 years later as events and people from her past, start appearing in her life now.
AN: I don't own any of the characters, expect the ones I add in. Which are Jeff, Scott and Jen. I might add in others if I need too. Prue never died, since Piper was never there to complete the Power of Three. Prue and Phoebe did get their powers, but they were just the Power of two. Leo is their white-lighter, but he knew the girls when they were teenagers, because he was one too and did age as the two sisters did. (It will get explained in later chapters so don't worry). Andy also never died, since as I said before, no PO3 (power of 3). Piper doesn't have her powers and she doesn't know about any of her magic side, since the girls had to be together to become the PO3. Ok, keep in mind, from now on if I put Piper for Jen, its cause that's how she knows her mom, even though she won't say Piper. For everyone else, its Taylor and I will write Taylor not Piper. If it gets confusing, I'll just say Taylor, but write Piper. If I think of anything else I will add it in.
My life is so much different now from when I left the manor, my sisters, my grandmother, my friends and my boy friend. They all meant so much to me that I really couldn't believe I had left them all 6 years ago but I did, and my life now is better in a way than before. I'm 22 years old, and a single parent. My daughter Jen is only 6, I had her when I was 16 and I donno what I would do without her. She made me keep going on with my new path instead of running back to my old life, and doing everything I did for nothing.
I was looking through a delivery room window at the Sacramento Hospital, and i was laying on the bed as doctors around me are cleaning up. I had just giving birth to my baby girl, who was awake and looking up at me. I smiled down at her, and let her grab one of my fingers, which the she did tightly. "Hey sweetie, its mommy and everything is going to be ok. Don't you worry about a thing." I said whispering to my daughter. "Do you have a name picked out Miss Parker?" a nurse asked me with a chart and pen in her hands. "Yeah I do. Jenny. Jenny Parker." I told the nurse with a smile, who smiled back and slightly nodded as she wrote the name down on the paper that was clipped to the chart. "That's a beautiful name, we'll you to rest now, and you will be able to leave in a couple of days." The nurse said before leaving the room, and shutting the door behide her. "Hear that sweetie? Your name is Jenny, Jen for short. Which is a perfect name for you." I said, than rested my head back against the pillows, as I looked down at my daughter. When a few days passed, Jen and I had been released from the hospital and I took a taxi back to my small apartment building. Which I had found during my 5th month of carrying Jen. After I had gotten home, and put Jen into the baby crib, I had gotten her, and I looked down at my daughter. "Do you think we can make it on our own? Or should I take us back to San Francisco?" I asked Jen, who looked back at me, moving her legs and arms a little. "Your right, I came this far, and I should stick to it." I said smiling.
After that day, I remember changing my name, from Piper to Taylor, which I had told the nurse when she asked me my name before I had Jen. It seemed easier that way, since than I could start a new life, and not worry about my past coming to find me. At times, I wish my past did find me, so I could stop running from what scared me the most, a perfect life. As Jenny grew up, I knew I couldn't stop her from asking about her father, and I didn't want to keep that from her. Her father was my boy friend in high school, Leo Wyatt. I showed her pictures and told her stories about Leo and myself, about how much we loved each other and loved spending time together, but how suddenly mommy had gotten scared and left daddy. Jen never showed or said that she was mad at me for taking her away from her father. She always said. "Don't worry mommy, daddy and you and me will be a happy family, just like me and you are now." She would always say it smiling, and I knew that it might happen, and it might not, but Jen and I were indeed a happy family.
This story line is a teen/adult one since I'll be going back and forth from Piper's present, to her past, where at 16, Piper leaves the life she knew. Only to be thinking back on it 6 years later as events and people from her past, start appearing in her life now.
AN: I don't own any of the characters, expect the ones I add in. Which are Jeff, Scott and Jen. I might add in others if I need too. Prue never died, since Piper was never there to complete the Power of Three. Prue and Phoebe did get their powers, but they were just the Power of two. Leo is their white-lighter, but he knew the girls when they were teenagers, because he was one too and did age as the two sisters did. (It will get explained in later chapters so don't worry). Andy also never died, since as I said before, no PO3 (power of 3). Piper doesn't have her powers and she doesn't know about any of her magic side, since the girls had to be together to become the PO3. Ok, keep in mind, from now on if I put Piper for Jen, its cause that's how she knows her mom, even though she won't say Piper. For everyone else, its Taylor and I will write Taylor not Piper. If it gets confusing, I'll just say Taylor, but write Piper. If I think of anything else I will add it in.
My life is so much different now from when I left the manor, my sisters, my grandmother, my friends and my boy friend. They all meant so much to me that I really couldn't believe I had left them all 6 years ago but I did, and my life now is better in a way than before. I'm 22 years old, and a single parent. My daughter Jen is only 6, I had her when I was 16 and I donno what I would do without her. She made me keep going on with my new path instead of running back to my old life, and doing everything I did for nothing.
I was looking through a delivery room window at the Sacramento Hospital, and i was laying on the bed as doctors around me are cleaning up. I had just giving birth to my baby girl, who was awake and looking up at me. I smiled down at her, and let her grab one of my fingers, which the she did tightly. "Hey sweetie, its mommy and everything is going to be ok. Don't you worry about a thing." I said whispering to my daughter. "Do you have a name picked out Miss Parker?" a nurse asked me with a chart and pen in her hands. "Yeah I do. Jenny. Jenny Parker." I told the nurse with a smile, who smiled back and slightly nodded as she wrote the name down on the paper that was clipped to the chart. "That's a beautiful name, we'll you to rest now, and you will be able to leave in a couple of days." The nurse said before leaving the room, and shutting the door behide her. "Hear that sweetie? Your name is Jenny, Jen for short. Which is a perfect name for you." I said, than rested my head back against the pillows, as I looked down at my daughter. When a few days passed, Jen and I had been released from the hospital and I took a taxi back to my small apartment building. Which I had found during my 5th month of carrying Jen. After I had gotten home, and put Jen into the baby crib, I had gotten her, and I looked down at my daughter. "Do you think we can make it on our own? Or should I take us back to San Francisco?" I asked Jen, who looked back at me, moving her legs and arms a little. "Your right, I came this far, and I should stick to it." I said smiling.
After that day, I remember changing my name, from Piper to Taylor, which I had told the nurse when she asked me my name before I had Jen. It seemed easier that way, since than I could start a new life, and not worry about my past coming to find me. At times, I wish my past did find me, so I could stop running from what scared me the most, a perfect life. As Jenny grew up, I knew I couldn't stop her from asking about her father, and I didn't want to keep that from her. Her father was my boy friend in high school, Leo Wyatt. I showed her pictures and told her stories about Leo and myself, about how much we loved each other and loved spending time together, but how suddenly mommy had gotten scared and left daddy. Jen never showed or said that she was mad at me for taking her away from her father. She always said. "Don't worry mommy, daddy and you and me will be a happy family, just like me and you are now." She would always say it smiling, and I knew that it might happen, and it might not, but Jen and I were indeed a happy family.