After making love, Phoebe was only in her underwear under the covers when she awoke at two in the morning.

She glanced over to the glowing clock, then looked over at Cole. He was facing away from her, softly snoring. Phoebe traced her fingers along his back, hoping not to wake him.

She felt someones hand on hers, and when she realized it couldn't have been Cole's, she practically jumped out of her skin.

"Sorry, did I scare you Pheebs?"

The thunder and rain outside smashed trees against the window and in a flash of lightning, Phoebe saw Roger's face light up in front of her.

"How did you get here?" Phoebe sat up, screaming. She turned to wake up Cole but when she turned back, there was nothing there.

"Phoebe, what's wrong?" Cole's groggy voice asked.

"He was there! I swear he was there!" Phoebe shook her boyfriends arm. "Roger! He was in our room!"

Cole immediately sat up. "What? Is he in the house?"

Phoebe's voice weakened. She realized she probably sounded crazy. "No..He...dissapeared."

"He dissapeared?" Cole said flatly. "Sweetheart I think you were having a nightmare. Roger isn't here. I'm pretty sure he's in jail."

"But..."

Cole lied back down and wrapped his arm around Phoebe. "Come back to sleep baby. Don't think about Roger."

Phoebe squirmed out of Cole's arms. "Cole it wasn't a dream. He was definitely here." Phoebe tried to shake Cole's arm. "Cole! Get up I saw him!"

"Oh my God Phoebe." Cole tilted back his head and shouted. "ROGER? ARE YOU HERE? CAUSE IF YOU ARE I'D LIKE TO KICK YOUR ASS!"

Phoebe giggled.

Tickling Phoebe's stomach, he said, "You see? He's not here. Now go back to sleep."

In the morning, Phoebe decided to work from home...again. She still wasn't sure she was ready to face the people at work.

She sat on her bed alone, staring out the window, thinking about last night.

He was definitely there. I wouldn't imagine that. But how could he have dissapeared like that? Am i losing my mind? I just want all of this to end.

Phoebe got dressed, in jeans and a hoodie, to go take a walk, without telling Cole, after Piper and Prue had gone to work. She just wanted to be alone.

She took in the fresh air, breathing in the nature around her and trying to forget about Roger.

She eyed an old candy store across the street. Phoebe suddenly got a shock of wanting something sweet. In order to get there, she walked passed an old alley, where she heard some voices, but decided to ignore them and keep walking.

"Is that Ask Phoebe?" One of them said.

Phoebe stopped, and considered if she should say something back.

"You mean the girl who cried rape? Is that you?" It was a bunch of guys, smoking and laughing. Phoebe decided to keep walking.

"Come here sweetheart I need to ask you something."

She kept walking.

Suddenly, multiple shoes hitting the ground sounded and the next thing she knew, a gang of mean were behind her.

A tall, black man grabbed her by the arm. "I said I need to ask you something,"

Phoebe was forced into the back of the alley where no one could see them. She was cornered, and her pleading didn't help.

"That's her alright." a younger, white man said.

"Please let me go." Phoebe pleaded.

The black man slapped her. "Shut up whore." then he turned to his buddies. "I heard she lied about the whole thing. I heard she gave him a blow job then cried rape."

Phoebe shook her head. "That's not true."

He knelt down close to her face. "Tell me, Phoebe. If I fucked you would you cry rape?"

He grabbed her by the hair and threw her on the ground. Then he kicked her and yelled, "Answer me bitch!" He kicked her right on the hip, where Roger had hit her.

She was whimpering on the ground, helpless.

"What's the matter with you?" He picked up Phoebe and pushed her against the wall. "You like to bang so many people, why not me?"

"Stop it," Phoebe tried to wriggle away.

"Show me your pussy first. How loose is it? Does it smell like dick all the time?"

Phoebe saw all the other guys, just standing there laughing.

"Let's find out." His hand reached down to her jeans.

"You're gross." Phoebe managed to bite the man and make him scream. She hit him to the ground and tried to run, though it was more limping.

Trying to find her way home, her hip was really stinging. If Roger hadn't broken it, that guy sure had.

Phoebe dreadfully walked up the stairs to the Manor. She held her breath and opened the door.

There was silence, no one was home.

"Prue?" she called out.

Oh good. Maybe if no ones home I can go take a shower and no one will find out I left.

She made her way upstairs, and in her room, she saw Cole sitting on her bed.

Jumping, Phoebe shrieked, "Oh, Cole you scared me. You didn't say anything when i asked if someone was home."

"Where the hell have you been?" Cole stood up. He was clearly angry.

"I just went for a walk."

"Why are you all dirty? What happened?"

Phoebe didn't want to tell him. "Nothing."

"Tell me!"

"Okay. Just calm down. Some guys were just picking on me thats all. I got away."

Coles templed bulged out like they did before he changed into Belthazor. "What the hells the matter with you? Why would you go alone?"

Phoebe spoke in a soft voice. "Cole please don't yell. Everyone already hates me."

"Phoebe, you just don't understand! I had to watch you cry yourself to sleep for the past week and you wouldn't tell me why. You wouldn't let me protect you, but I need to Phoebe! You can't do things like this. When Roger was hurting you, you wouldn't tell me! Why not? I was just sitting here oblivious to what was happening. Aren't you mad about that? I couldn't figure out what was happening!"

"Cole I couldn't get mad at you. I love you."

"No! Don't say that! I haven't been good to you. I haven't protected you! It's my job to protect you and I haven't been! Yell at me for it!"

Phoebe's eyes started watering. "I...cant."

Cole threw an arm in the air and stroke Phoebe on the shoulder. "Hit me back!"

"Cole, please. Stop it."

"Hit me back dammit! Aren't you pissed at me?"

"Cole I'm not angry. Just let it go." Phoebe didn't want Cole to turn into a demon.

He pushed her with both arms. "Hit me back! Make me pay for being a jerk!"

Phoebe just stood there.

"Phoebe God dammit!" He pushed her with both arms, forcing her to the ground. She fell on her back, and Cole climbed on top of her, pinning both her shoulders to the ground. "Fight back! Tell me what an ass I am!"

Cole wanted her to fight back. He felt like a complete failure-it was his job to protect his girlfriend, and he hadn't even noticed that Roger had been hurting Phoebe. He knew Phoebe should've been upset with him.

"Cole get off me! What are you doing?" Tears began rolling down her face.

Cole calmed down for a minute. He began breathing at a normal rate. He got off of her, and stood over her.

"Phoebe. I know youre upset. You couldn't have been attacked more than once and not have expected me to be there for you. You must be furious."

"I love you Cole, don't you understand? I don't want to hit you."

Cole was tired of Phoebe's "excuses." He walked towards the door, and before leaving, mumbled, "You're pathetic."