Charmed... the other way around Chapter 14:
Spring 1996 Part 3

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I got up. I was the first. I looked around the house. It was a war place. Andy lay not far away from me on an airbed. I bit my lip. No, he'd not make me cry now again. I felt some pain shoot through my feet as I tried to get up. I took them off and walked outside. There it looked even worse. I started to tidy. I wanted to get home as fast as possible and the faster everything was less chaotic, the faster I could get home. To Kiara. Curl up in my bed and try to forget what Andy did to me last night.

I tried to forget once more, what alcohol actually did to people. It made them loose their minds. Change their personality. I heard some sound and turned around Janny and Dave where coming out of the house. Holding hands. So this was the other thing alcohol could do. Bring people together.

"Morning Prue"

"Hey you two..." I said forcing a smile "sooo I guess... there's congratulations in order" I told them, just to push away the subject of myself

"Kinda" Janny grinned, as Dave pulled her once more into his arms. I smiled

"Anyone else up?"

"Don't think so... but... I'd say the three of us are the ones having the least alcohol... along with Brian. It's understandable, they're still sleeping"

"Probably" I said nodding, turning back to tidying

"Prue, are you okay?"

"Me? Ya... sure... I mean... okay... my knees and elbows are hurting... from the fall... but... I'm fine... don't worry"

"Maybe we should... take care of those wounds" Janny told me

"Nah, it's okay... not very deep and all..." I answered.

The emotional wounds I had suffered from last night, were way worse than those little scratches, but I'd never say that aloud. Not to anybody human anyway.

Minutes passed and not soon after, Brian crawled out of the house as well. He took one look at me and insisted on looking after my wounds. Brian studied medicine and so kinda was worried about me. We didn't have anything proper to take care of them after all and so he just cleaned the wounds. As soon as he had let go of me Sarah and Michael came out of the house, followed with Andy. Andy and I looked at each other for several minutes, but neither of us spoke or approached the other.

Hours passed and soon everyone had gotten back to their senses. Everything was cleared pretty fast, as most of the boys intended on going to the game, though they probably wouldn't be that good at the game.

On the drive home I sat beside Andy again. He hadn't tried to talk to me yet. Somehow I think, he waited for us to be alone. And so, with us not talking one word, my hands this time lay in my lap. Neither me nor Andy said a word. While happy chatter went on in the backseat. I looked out of the window, but I felt his longing look more than once on me.

The happy chattering died out pretty soon, as everyone was taken back home. It left Andy and myself alone in the car. I thought he'd try to talk to me, but there was nothing. It seemed like Andy really was like... ashamed of himself and had accepted his punishment. I was wrong. He stopped the car and when I wanted to unbuckle myself, he put a hand on mine, keeping me from unbuckling. I looked at him, as he just continued to look out of the front window of the car.

"I'm sorry about last night."

"You were drunk" I answered coolly, letting my body lean back into the seat.

"That doesn't matter... it shouldn't have happened."

"It happened because you were drunk."

"It happened because I was stupid"

"You were stupid because you were drunk. Stupid to get drunk."

Andy looked at me, then down and sighed

"Is... is this something like the smoking affair?"

"No... This is something completely else..." I told him and finally unbuckled. I turned around to open the door, but Andy grabbed my arm just as I had my hand on the handle

"Is this one of those things of your past?" he demanded, looking into my eyes. I starred back at him, somewhat scared.

"Let me go" I said coolly. He right away did, knowing, he had screwed up already enough. I finally got out of the car as I heard Andy's window go down

"Prue please... talk to me..." he yelled after me, as I headed to the backyard, where I more easily could right away get into my apartment. I ignored his voice echoing in my head and with shaking hands unlocked the door.

Once inside, I leaned onto the door, closing my eyes tightly. It was 3. Dad only would be home at 5. Claire, around this time, hopefully was drinking coffee with some of her friends. I felt some fur around my feet and opened my eyes. I slid down to the floor and grabbed Kiara into my arms, crying again.