Chapter 5
It hadn't even been twenty minutes when Prue walked into the manor
ahead of her sisters. She had the strong feeling that someone was
watching her and she had insisted that she and her sisters come back
immediately.
"Prue, wait up." Phoebe called running to catch up with her sister.
Once they were all inside Piper spoke up. "Why did you insist that we
come back?"
"Someone was watching me, I could feel it." Prue replied.
"Who wasn't?" Phoebe muttered under her breath. Prue had made such a
scene demanding that they come home that everyone in the whole
restaurant was staring at them.
"That's not what I mean." Prue said hearing Phoebe's comment.
"Someone else was watching me."
"No one else was watching you Prue." Piper said.
"Yes someone was!
"You are under too much pressure right now. Why don't I run you a hot
bath?" Piper suggested softly.
"I don't need a bath to help me!"
"Prue, calm down."
"Don't tell me to calm down! I can't calm down. Just leave me alone."
Prue shouted as she walked out the front door, got into her car and
drove away.
"Prue come back." Phoebe called to Prue from the doorway. "Damn."
She said as she closed the front door.
"What are we going to do about her Phoebe?" Piper asked.
"I have no idea. I just hope she's okay to drive." Phoebe said as she
frowned.
An hour later Prue was still driving around not knowing where she was
going. A loud crashing sound made her jump and almost hit the car in
front of her. "Calm down Prue, you are no good to anyone dead. It was
just thunder." She thought relaxing a little. "I have to go somewhere. But where?"
She adjusted the rearview mirror and saw something that made her tense. A silver Mercedes was right behind her. It had been behind her for twenty minutes now. When the light turned green she stepped on the pedal and drove away hoping to get away from the Mercedes but it followed her closely.
All of a sudden she pulled into a motel and the Mercedes didn't follow
her. She let out a sigh of relief. She stepped out of her car to be
drenched by the pouring rain. She ran towards the main office.
When she stepped inside she could smell a mix of cigarette smoke and
mold. She wrinkled her nose in disgust and walked up to the front desk.
There was no one there so she rang the bell.
After about a minute a middle-aged woman came out of the doorway on
the left. "Yes?" She asked in a deep voice.
"Um, I would like to rent a room." Prue said in a quivering voice that she didn't recognize.
"For how long?" The woman asked rummaging through some papers on the
desk.
"Just for tonight."
"Room #12." The woman said handing her the keys.
"Thank you."
The woman grunted and went back into the back room.
"She was nice." Prue said out loud to herself as she stepped back
outside into the pouring rain.
She looked at the door next to her, #1.
"Damn, how far do I have to walk?" She asked herself as she began
walking.
She finally reached the door that read #12 in faded peeling letters.
She tried to open the door but dropped the keys. "Damn." She swore.
She picked them up out of the mud and opened the door. When she pushed
it open it creaked.
She walked into the dusty room and coughed almost immediately.
"Oh well. It's better than nothing." She climbed into the bed and shot
a look at the phone and felt a pang of guilt. "It's too late to call
my sisters, I'll call them tomorrow." She thought as she fell into a
restless sleep.
"Room #12 is it Prue, don't think you can escape me that easily." She
said to herself as she climbed into her silver Mercedes. "Sweet
nightmares Prue." She said as an evil grin crept along her face and
she drove off into the night.
It hadn't even been twenty minutes when Prue walked into the manor
ahead of her sisters. She had the strong feeling that someone was
watching her and she had insisted that she and her sisters come back
immediately.
"Prue, wait up." Phoebe called running to catch up with her sister.
Once they were all inside Piper spoke up. "Why did you insist that we
come back?"
"Someone was watching me, I could feel it." Prue replied.
"Who wasn't?" Phoebe muttered under her breath. Prue had made such a
scene demanding that they come home that everyone in the whole
restaurant was staring at them.
"That's not what I mean." Prue said hearing Phoebe's comment.
"Someone else was watching me."
"No one else was watching you Prue." Piper said.
"Yes someone was!
"You are under too much pressure right now. Why don't I run you a hot
bath?" Piper suggested softly.
"I don't need a bath to help me!"
"Prue, calm down."
"Don't tell me to calm down! I can't calm down. Just leave me alone."
Prue shouted as she walked out the front door, got into her car and
drove away.
"Prue come back." Phoebe called to Prue from the doorway. "Damn."
She said as she closed the front door.
"What are we going to do about her Phoebe?" Piper asked.
"I have no idea. I just hope she's okay to drive." Phoebe said as she
frowned.
An hour later Prue was still driving around not knowing where she was
going. A loud crashing sound made her jump and almost hit the car in
front of her. "Calm down Prue, you are no good to anyone dead. It was
just thunder." She thought relaxing a little. "I have to go somewhere. But where?"
She adjusted the rearview mirror and saw something that made her tense. A silver Mercedes was right behind her. It had been behind her for twenty minutes now. When the light turned green she stepped on the pedal and drove away hoping to get away from the Mercedes but it followed her closely.
All of a sudden she pulled into a motel and the Mercedes didn't follow
her. She let out a sigh of relief. She stepped out of her car to be
drenched by the pouring rain. She ran towards the main office.
When she stepped inside she could smell a mix of cigarette smoke and
mold. She wrinkled her nose in disgust and walked up to the front desk.
There was no one there so she rang the bell.
After about a minute a middle-aged woman came out of the doorway on
the left. "Yes?" She asked in a deep voice.
"Um, I would like to rent a room." Prue said in a quivering voice that she didn't recognize.
"For how long?" The woman asked rummaging through some papers on the
desk.
"Just for tonight."
"Room #12." The woman said handing her the keys.
"Thank you."
The woman grunted and went back into the back room.
"She was nice." Prue said out loud to herself as she stepped back
outside into the pouring rain.
She looked at the door next to her, #1.
"Damn, how far do I have to walk?" She asked herself as she began
walking.
She finally reached the door that read #12 in faded peeling letters.
She tried to open the door but dropped the keys. "Damn." She swore.
She picked them up out of the mud and opened the door. When she pushed
it open it creaked.
She walked into the dusty room and coughed almost immediately.
"Oh well. It's better than nothing." She climbed into the bed and shot
a look at the phone and felt a pang of guilt. "It's too late to call
my sisters, I'll call them tomorrow." She thought as she fell into a
restless sleep.
"Room #12 is it Prue, don't think you can escape me that easily." She
said to herself as she climbed into her silver Mercedes. "Sweet
nightmares Prue." She said as an evil grin crept along her face and
she drove off into the night.