A/N: I'd like to dedicate this chapter to Kayla who quite frankly scared me to hell with threats (of which my favourite one was "I'll hire a hitman, then fire him and kill you myself" - that was you, wasn't it Kayla?) to get more of this thing down. So thank you buddy for your... "encouragement" I think it worked. I *think* this chapter is good, all I can say is that I love the final sentence, makes me feel sorry for ickle Prudence.
A/N: Thank ye all who have reviewed me. Makes me feel warm inside. No thank ye all who have not read my other story. Which, god damn you, is good! Cheers for your suggestions, I've written it as best as I could!
A/N: And, you'll all be absolutely ecstatic to hear (modest ol me) that I am on a roll with this story again! I've got the next couple of chapters done and dusted! Cheer! I can't hear you...
Chapter 14: They Yell, They Cry, They Yell Some More...
"How could you do this after all I said to you?" Prue had paused in the doorway but was now advancing further into Piper's room. You could practically see the tension which arrived alongside the oldest Halliwell.
Piper lay back uneasily on the bed. Prue saw this movement and looked at her. "Did you know?" she asked.
Piper nodded. "I just found out. Friend, was at the party... said it's been spreading around."
"So you heard it like a rumour?" Prue said, and received another nod from Piper. "Feels kinda like you've been betrayed, doesn't it? To find something like that out through a rumour when really you should've been told straight from the horse's mouth."
"Prue, I was gonna tell you-"
"Can it," Prue told Phoebe through grit teeth. Phoebe fell into terrified silence. But she was going to tell Prue, she really was! In a couple of years, anyway. Prue truly looked like she was going to hit her. "How long had you been together?" Prue asked coldly.
"Uh... couple of weeks?" Phoebe lied. Unsuccessfully, however, because Piper decided to speak there and then.
"Actually, it was a week and a half. Though I'm not sure I believe even that."
"A week and a half," Prue echoed, cupping her face in her hands and massaging her forehead and temples - something she did rather a lot. "My sixteen-year-old sister's a slut..." she muttered.
"Prue, I-"
"How could you do this, Phoebe?" Prue suddenly exploded, "Do you realise what you've done? Everything I've ever done for you, since mom died-" This part really pulled on Phoebe's heartstrings, "-has been ruined. I worked so hard to keep you out of trouble, to make sure you have a clean reputation and now it's destroyed. Everything! All because of your stupidity and carelessness and fucking immaturity!"
She stopped, gathering herself together. There was a pause, which let the heaviness of the situation feel even worse. Phoebe didn't move from her place on the floor. Piper was totally rigid. She'd seen Prue mad before but this was scary.
Then Prue spoke again, this time much quieter. "Did you use a condom?"
Something about Phoebe changed. Her whole body position changed, but without her actually moving. Her facial expression was different but still the same. Realisation dawned. She hadn't used protection. Not that he'd given her a chance... but...
"Phoebe?" Prue said, her voice becoming stronger again, "Did you?"
When once again she received no answer, Prue was struck by a sudden fear. What if Phoebe hadn't? What if she was pregnant, right now? Her baby sister couldn't possibly have a child of her own - how would they cope? What would people think? She had to know.
"Phoebe!" she said sharply.
Phoebe gave a small quiver and uttered a barely-audible word: "No."
Unfortunately for Phoebe, the only way Prue knew how to express her fear was to channel it into anger.
"So not only did you gain a reputation but you might also be carrying a baby, not to mention a whole bunch of STD's," Prue yelled, then her voice calmed. "Diseases which could, rip you to shreads inside, subject you to inexplicable pain and hurt, and even kill you. Or there's always a chance of a kid. Think of the fun you would have Phoebe, a sixteen-year-old dropping out of school to look after some screaming baby without a hope in the world of regaining her life. You could name it with the letter P, just like mommy and her sisters."
"Please, stop it," Phoebe begged, tears already streaming down her cheeks.
"Well your baby won't stop yelling when you ask so why should I?" Prue screamed. Piper's dressing table trembled and one of the pens on it's surface rolled off and onto the floor. Piper was the only person who saw this happen, and she forgot it instantly when Phoebe spoke.
"Shut up, Prue," Phoebe said, her voice shaking.
"You could've ruined your life! You've certainly ruined the way people see you now - everyone'll think you're a slut now. In fact you know what? You are! You're a dirty little-"
"Shut up, Prue!" Phoebe cried, her voice instantly becoming stronger as anger took over, "it's not even my fault! He raped me!"
It almost felt good to Phoebe as she saw Prue's expression change to one of complete shock.
"I told him no, Prue, I said no... I fought him, but he held me down and he forced me," she was coming down from her sudden rage, her voice was coming out more in harsh, shuddering sobs. "I was raped!"
A moment passed, then she ran past Prue and into her own room, slamming the door shut behind her.
Silence followed her departure. Prue's face was as white as a sheet as she stood there, and Piper was no different. Prue was about to break down. She could feel Piper looking at her. 'Just don't look at her and you'll be okay,' she told herself, but it was too late. She glanced at her sister and felt utterly defeated.
"Oh, god," she whispered and tumbled down beside Piper on the bed, falling into her arms and receiving a tentative hug. A hug that she'd needed for a long, long time.
A/N: Thank ye all who have reviewed me. Makes me feel warm inside. No thank ye all who have not read my other story. Which, god damn you, is good! Cheers for your suggestions, I've written it as best as I could!
A/N: And, you'll all be absolutely ecstatic to hear (modest ol me) that I am on a roll with this story again! I've got the next couple of chapters done and dusted! Cheer! I can't hear you...
Chapter 14: They Yell, They Cry, They Yell Some More...
"How could you do this after all I said to you?" Prue had paused in the doorway but was now advancing further into Piper's room. You could practically see the tension which arrived alongside the oldest Halliwell.
Piper lay back uneasily on the bed. Prue saw this movement and looked at her. "Did you know?" she asked.
Piper nodded. "I just found out. Friend, was at the party... said it's been spreading around."
"So you heard it like a rumour?" Prue said, and received another nod from Piper. "Feels kinda like you've been betrayed, doesn't it? To find something like that out through a rumour when really you should've been told straight from the horse's mouth."
"Prue, I was gonna tell you-"
"Can it," Prue told Phoebe through grit teeth. Phoebe fell into terrified silence. But she was going to tell Prue, she really was! In a couple of years, anyway. Prue truly looked like she was going to hit her. "How long had you been together?" Prue asked coldly.
"Uh... couple of weeks?" Phoebe lied. Unsuccessfully, however, because Piper decided to speak there and then.
"Actually, it was a week and a half. Though I'm not sure I believe even that."
"A week and a half," Prue echoed, cupping her face in her hands and massaging her forehead and temples - something she did rather a lot. "My sixteen-year-old sister's a slut..." she muttered.
"Prue, I-"
"How could you do this, Phoebe?" Prue suddenly exploded, "Do you realise what you've done? Everything I've ever done for you, since mom died-" This part really pulled on Phoebe's heartstrings, "-has been ruined. I worked so hard to keep you out of trouble, to make sure you have a clean reputation and now it's destroyed. Everything! All because of your stupidity and carelessness and fucking immaturity!"
She stopped, gathering herself together. There was a pause, which let the heaviness of the situation feel even worse. Phoebe didn't move from her place on the floor. Piper was totally rigid. She'd seen Prue mad before but this was scary.
Then Prue spoke again, this time much quieter. "Did you use a condom?"
Something about Phoebe changed. Her whole body position changed, but without her actually moving. Her facial expression was different but still the same. Realisation dawned. She hadn't used protection. Not that he'd given her a chance... but...
"Phoebe?" Prue said, her voice becoming stronger again, "Did you?"
When once again she received no answer, Prue was struck by a sudden fear. What if Phoebe hadn't? What if she was pregnant, right now? Her baby sister couldn't possibly have a child of her own - how would they cope? What would people think? She had to know.
"Phoebe!" she said sharply.
Phoebe gave a small quiver and uttered a barely-audible word: "No."
Unfortunately for Phoebe, the only way Prue knew how to express her fear was to channel it into anger.
"So not only did you gain a reputation but you might also be carrying a baby, not to mention a whole bunch of STD's," Prue yelled, then her voice calmed. "Diseases which could, rip you to shreads inside, subject you to inexplicable pain and hurt, and even kill you. Or there's always a chance of a kid. Think of the fun you would have Phoebe, a sixteen-year-old dropping out of school to look after some screaming baby without a hope in the world of regaining her life. You could name it with the letter P, just like mommy and her sisters."
"Please, stop it," Phoebe begged, tears already streaming down her cheeks.
"Well your baby won't stop yelling when you ask so why should I?" Prue screamed. Piper's dressing table trembled and one of the pens on it's surface rolled off and onto the floor. Piper was the only person who saw this happen, and she forgot it instantly when Phoebe spoke.
"Shut up, Prue," Phoebe said, her voice shaking.
"You could've ruined your life! You've certainly ruined the way people see you now - everyone'll think you're a slut now. In fact you know what? You are! You're a dirty little-"
"Shut up, Prue!" Phoebe cried, her voice instantly becoming stronger as anger took over, "it's not even my fault! He raped me!"
It almost felt good to Phoebe as she saw Prue's expression change to one of complete shock.
"I told him no, Prue, I said no... I fought him, but he held me down and he forced me," she was coming down from her sudden rage, her voice was coming out more in harsh, shuddering sobs. "I was raped!"
A moment passed, then she ran past Prue and into her own room, slamming the door shut behind her.
Silence followed her departure. Prue's face was as white as a sheet as she stood there, and Piper was no different. Prue was about to break down. She could feel Piper looking at her. 'Just don't look at her and you'll be okay,' she told herself, but it was too late. She glanced at her sister and felt utterly defeated.
"Oh, god," she whispered and tumbled down beside Piper on the bed, falling into her arms and receiving a tentative hug. A hug that she'd needed for a long, long time.
