Chapter 4

(Paige)

It's been a few seconds sense I opened my mouth to talk and I can't seem to get anything out. I close my mouth and sigh then I start talking "Okay I'll tell you three everything from Phoebe's premonition to Jerrek but no interruptions because I don't think I can start this twice." I look at them to see if they understand and they all nod "Wait Prue do you know about Phoebes' premonition?" she nods and says "Yeah I do watch you guys, you know." I smile at her but then it was gone as I started to talk again.

"I guess I'll start at the beginning. I wasn't always with the Mathews I only started to live with them when I was about thirteen. Before then I was thrown from foster home to foster home. The first few were ok but they didn't work out. When I was about three I was put into a home that didn't have a mother just a father in his thirties named Ethan, anyways he was a drunk. He treated me more like a servant than a child and when I didn't do something he asked he would lock me in my room with no food for the next few days.

Then I was taken away from him and put into a house with a couple that wasn't too bad in the beginning, but they were both drug addicts so I had to turn a blind eye when they would get high, I mean I was only four but I understood what was happening. One night though it got out of hand the Austin the dad was out and the mom Emily overdosed I didn't know what to do so I waited for Austin to come back but when he got there he blamed me he threw me to the ground and started kicking me in the chest but he was so high that I could get away so I ran next door and told the old woman there what happened she let me in and called the cops.

After that I went to the foster home Phoebes premonition was about it was another man in his late forties' named Jacob. I was five and it was pretty much like living with Ethan but worse when I didn't do something he would beat me. The time phoebe saw was the last night I was with him I didn't have dinner ready on time and he was already mad because he got laid off from work he was drunk and I knew what was going to happen before he even started yelling, I was kind of used to it, but anyways he started hitting me with the belt on my back but before it was over I passed out from the pain lucky for me a neighbor heard me screaming and called the cops if he didn't I would of have been dead. He was still hitting me when the cops got there they had to shoot him because he had a knife. I was in the hospital for months. That is why I hate them so much. After that instead of going to another home I went to an orphanage where everything was pretty quiet. I stayed there until I was about seven. Then I went to home that was worse than all of those it was a woman with a boy about twelve. I was there about there just for a few months when it first happened. The boy Caleb was smoking again, I caught him once before and he made me try it we got caught, anyways I told him I was going to have to tell his mom Lucy "You better not or you're going to regret it." He said in a low voice he came closer and grabbed my arm when I realized what he was about to do I tried to get away from him but it didn't work he smashed his lips against mine "No..Caleb...stop... get off." I whimpered he laughed and said "if you tell I'll do much worse next time." I was scared but I told his mother anyways "Paige he already told me he was the one that caught you I'm very disappointed in you go to your room and think about what you've done." I left and went to my room. I jumped as Caleb came out of my closet. "I told you to keep your mouth shut Paige, now you're going to regret it." He threw me on the bed and ripped off my shirt I screamed but he slapped me and said "Shut up or I'll make it even worse." He started feeling my breasts his hands then he started sucking on them. Then he ripped off my skirt but the door slammed so he jumped off of me and told me to put my clothes back on then he left. I laid there crying for a while until Lucy started knocking on my door. The next day I told her what happened and she didn't believe me. She kicked me out and I went back into the orphanage. (The boy was arrested a year later for raping another girl, so was his mother apparently she was raping her son so that's why she pretended not to believe me.)

After that things were pretty quiet again but it was just a year later that things started happening again I was sent back to Ethan and he was even worse than he was before. I got beat on a daily basis I was with him for about a year when one day he was really drunk and he came home I thought I was alone I was changing in my room when he walked in I tried to grab the towel on the floor to cover myself up but he wouldn't let me he grabbed me and pushed me against the wall. He started kissing me and I was trying to squirm away from him but he wouldn't let me. He pushed me towards the bed till I was laying on it. He grabbed my arms and forced them above my head with one hand and unzipped his pants with his other. Once he got all his clothes off he started kissing me again moving further down my body he massaged my breasts and spread my legs while I was trying to get away he got tired of that and handcuffed me to the bedposts arms and legs then he entered me and I remember it hurting so bad when he started moving in and out of me but he didn't care he just moved faster and harder. Once he was done he got off of me and left me there bloody and beaten. I was forced to stay with him for another year after that I was raped on a weekly basis. No one ever caught him no matter how many times I tried to tell someone no one ever believed me. He was arrested for killing a man after that and I was moved to a new foster home when I was ten.

At this point I had pretty much given up on people and life in general. I was put with a couple that treated me like dirt but I didn't really care. I was kind of numb, you know? I was with them for a while longer they any of my other foster homes for about three years, they hardly ever let me eat and beat me as they pleased. Anyways one night right after my thirteenth birthday my foster father and I were yelling at each other nothing really new about that but he was really mad this time he grabbed my arm and yanked me to the garage he grabbed his baseball bat and hit me with it till I was able to get away I ran to the lake that was close to our house and thought about just ending it so I walked out into it until I was all the way under and just stayed there I fell unconscious, when I woke up I was back in my foster parents house and my foster dad was standing at the door way looking at me he walked up to me and picked me up and as he walked back to the garage he yelled at me "SO YOU WANT TO DIE." Then his voice got dangerously low "Then I'll help you with that." Then he put me into the trunk of his car as I was trying to get away but it didn't work this time. "You're the one who wanted to die" he said as he closed the trunk. He left me in there for eight days when he did finally let me out I was almost dead from my injuries and lack of food and oxygen. But I realized something I never really did before I was still alive as painful as life was I knew it could get better so I promised myself I would do everything in my power to stay that way. So when they both left the house the next day I made my way to the hospital and told them what happened, they were both sent to jail and that's when I was adopted by the Mathews.

They were the nicest people I had ever known so I tried my best at first then I went to high school and lets just say I was a little bit of a wild child. I did just about everything you could do drank, smoked, snuck out then one day when I was fifteen I was suspended from school for skipping class so much. When they came to pick me up me and my dad Michael were in an argument he was driving and he turned around to yell at me, but we were passing through an intersection and got hit by an eighteen-wheeler I was lucky I was thrown out of the car but my parents weren't they were stuck inside and the car exploded. They died before anyone could help.

After that I promised myself I would make them proud so I quit drinking and smoking, I went back to school and got straight a's. The foster home that I was supposed to stay at till I was eighteen was as bad as any other though, worse actually I got raped by the father but this time it was worse I ended up pregnant. I was completely terrified by the idea but after a while I got used to the idea and my best friend Jessica said she would help me. One night when I was three months pregnant I forgot to clean the living room and Peter, my foster dad, came into my room and through me on the ground he started kicking me in the stomach and yelling at me. Our next door neighbor however heard and called the police. When they got there they arrested him and sent me to the hospital. I lost the baby and went into a depression.