Patricia's P.O.V.

I stormed out of Prue's room, about ready to cry. I knew that she would probably not like me but really! I wiped my eyes furiously and tried to keep myself from breaking down. I would be fine. I repeated that over and over in my head as I walked downstairs. Suddenly I heard fast footsteps behind me and a hand touched my arm. I slowly turned around and came face to face with Piper. I crossed my arms and stared daggers at her, hoping she'd take the hint and leave me alone.

"What do you want?" I asked in a cold voice.

Piper mimicked my position and just stared at me. "Don't get mad at me, I didn't do anything," she pointed out.

I sighed loudly and put my arms at my sides. "I'm sorry," I said and Piper smirked. "I'm sorry about Prue acting like this," she said in a serious tone.

"About that," I started. "Why is she being so rude? I never did anything!"

Piper sighed and played with her hands before finally looking up at me. "She's not mad at you," she explained. "You're with Dad and he tore the family apart and because you were living with him, she feels like you were the problem."

I felt as if Piper had purposely said that to upset me. "I never did anything," I whispered.

Piper tried to comfort me. "I don't think it's your fault," she said quickly. "It's just with, with mom's death and everything, Prue needs someone to blame and you just happen to be there."

I looked down and started blushing furiously. "Don't be upset," Piper said. "She'll get over it eventually.

"Gee, that make it SO much better," I said sarcastically while rolling my eyes. To my surprise, Piper laughed.

"I'll talk to her if you want to," she offered. I smiled at her and nodded. All of a sudden the door slammed and a girl walked into the room.

Piper crossed her arms and frowned. "Phoebe, why are you coming home so late?" she asked.

Phoebe looked up in surprise and smiled innocently. "You had detention, didn't you?" she accused while narrowing her brown eyes at our younger sister.

"No?" Phoebe said, stretching it into a question.

"Phoebe!" Piper said sternly.

"It's not my fault my teachers such an ass!" Phoebe defended.

Piper rolled her eyes and Phoebe finally noticed me standing there.

"Who's your friend?" she asked while throwing her bag on the couch.

"My FRIEND, is our sister PHOEBE," Piper said through clenched teeth.

Phoebe froze then slowly turned to look at me, her bright eyes growing as she recognized me.

"Oh my God," she whispered as she stood up.

"Patricia?" I nodded and my little sister ran over and embraced me in a hug.

"I've always wanted to meet you!" she exclaimed. "How old are you? What's your favorite color? Do you remember any of us? How's dad? Did he ask about us? Does he have a girlfriend? What's she like? Does she-"

"Phoebe!" Piper shouted for the third time. "Let her breathe!" Phoebe blushed but looked at me hopefully.

"I'm 14, my favorite color is baby blue or sea green, I kind've remember you guys, Dad's as big as an ass as before, no he didn't ask about you, he has a girlfriend young enough to be his DAUGHTER but they're the perfect match because they're both assholes, and that's why I was sent here. Prue was right, I was kicked out."

I looked at Phoebe and saw that her face fell when I mentioned that dad didn't bother to see how they were.

"What do you mean that you got kicked out?" Piper asked, oblivious to the whole thing.

"She's like the wicked witch of the west," I said bitterly as I remembered her. "She doesn't even like Victor but of course he doesn't know that-" I trailed off as I realized that I was getting off track. "Long story short, she told Victor to choose between the two of us and it's obvious the one he chose."

Piper looked at me in disbelief. "Why would he do that?!" she asked.

"Because he wanted to," I replied with a shrug. "So 2 days later, I'm on a plane and end up in San Francisco, California."

Piper frowned. "I can't believe he would do that, she mumbled. I shrugged in reply when we heard footsteps from behind us. When we turned around, we found Prue on the stairs, scowling directly at me. Here we go again.

Prue's P.O.V.

I was lying down in bed when I suddenly got a text from Andy to tell me to come downstairs. We were planning to go to the movies today with a bunch of our friends. I was looking forward to in until Gram's said no. Like that was going to stop me. I packed my things in a bag then stuffed a bunch of pillows underneath my bed to make it look as if I were asleep before grabbing some food downstairs to go. I bounded down the stairs, feeling happy when I saw all my sisters downstairs. Including Patricia. I felt anger flare up inside me but I ignored it and gave her an icy stare that would make everyone scared of me. I smiled when I saw her grow uncomfortable and Piper stepped in front of her as if to protect her.

"Prue," she said in a warning tone.

"What's the matter Piper? Afraid the baby might cry?" I asked tauntingly. "Is that why Victor got rid of you?"

"Prue, stop it," Piper said angrily.

"Why? I'm just getting started," I said while slowly circling her. "Tell me Patricia, why would someone like dad waste his precious moments of life taking care of a hopeless case like you?" I leaned in closer and whispered in her ear. "Does he REALLY love you or does he have to lie about it?"

"Prue, shut up!" Piper snapped. Patricia's eyes filled with tears and she ran out the room.

"Nice going," Phoebe said running after her. "You're such a bitch!" Piper growled. "I can see why people didn't like you." She ran upstairs, leaving me alone in the living room. Go ahead, be mad see if I care. I grabbed some things from the kitchen and headed out the front door.

Piper's P.O.V.

I was FUMING right now. I couldn't believe that Prue would do that to Patricia. She ran into the bathroom and closed the door.

Phoebe looked at me with worry. "What do we do?" she asked.

"Just go to your room, I'll fix this," I said with more confidence then I felt. Phoebe nodded before heading to her room and softly closing the door.

"Patricia?" I asked and knocked on the door. I heard muffled crying on the other end and my heart instantly went out to her. "I'm so sorry about what Prue did," I said sincerely.

"Go away!" came her reply.

"Please come out," I pleaded. "So you can tell me about how nobody cares about me? So I can know even more about how unwanted I am?"

She stopped as another sob escaped her mouth. I opened the door and found Patricia sitting in the corner of the room. I didn't know what to do, I wanted nothing more than to comfort her but I felt that it would be awkward. So I sat next to her and talked to her. Apparently, Victor's girlfriend said that to her too. Countless amount of times. She kept telling her how mom never cared about her and secretly wished that she wasn't born. She said so many terrible things to Patricia that I felt nothing but sympathy for the poor girl.

"Didn't you ever tell Victor?" I asked.

"For what?" Patricia asked hopelessly. "It's not like he'd believe me." She sighed and finally looked at me with tears in her eyes. "He said he would personally pay someone to take care of me, that I couldn't be taken care of because I was too frustrating and that he would be surprised if anyone would be able to stand me. He said not even my own mother could stand me."

A few more tears slid down her cheek and onto the floor. She let out a quivering breath and I couldn't help but hug the hurting girl. She stiffed up at first but quickly embraced my hug. "Don't worry about Victor, he'll never learn," I said soothingly and Patricia gave a watery smile.

************************************************a few hours later********************************************* ****
I was sitting at my laptop, surfing the web when there was a soft knock at the window. Stifling a yawn, I opened the window and let Prue in.

"I thought you we going to stay at Andy's overnight or something," I said.

"I wish," Prue replied and stopped short when she saw Patricia sleeping. "What is she doing here?" she hissed at me.

"She LIVES here," I reminded her.

"Why is she in MY bed?" Prue turned to glare at me.

"She doesn't have a bed Prue, give her a break she came at a short notice!"

"I wish she didn't come at all," she growled and narrowed her eyes at our sister.

I sighed and crossed my arms. "You know, you had no right being such a bitch to her," I pointed out.

"You know things haven't been easy for her and you just come in and make her cry." Prue shrugged like she didn't care. "That's good. So she'll go back to where she's wanted. Oh wait, but then she'll have nowhere to go."

I bit my lip in frustration.

"You are such a bitch that it's not even funny," I growled. "Our poor innocent sister is hurting on the inside but can't even be comforted because of you! Patricia didn't do anything and just because you're not daddy's little girl anymore you want to take wrath on her."

Prue looked hurt but I didn't care. I wasn't done. "Well you know what Prue?" I continued, lowering my voice. "It's not all about you all the time so get used to having Patricia around." Prue glared at me and without a word, she grabbed a blanket and opened the door.

"Where are you going?" I called after her. "I'm sleeping in the couch because I'm NOT sleeping in the same room as her." Prue stomped off and slammed the door on her way out. Patricia stirred in bed and I quickly shut my laptop and went to sleep.

A.N.

Sorry for the long update, I'll try to make it faster. Tell me what you think! :)