Little
things change so much Part 81:
Hate
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AN:
I
actually wanted to write Piper's reaction as well, but the reaction
I had wrote, I wrote pretty bad and otherwise it was pretty selfish.
What I wrote wasn't like Piper. If anyone who reads this, has an
idea of her reaction, then just review and tell me something. I'm
up for everything and for every idea and as soon as I have something
I can add something of Piper in no time.
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Phoebe
laid on her be. She was still crying heavily, even thought she didn't
know why. Can you even cry out of hate?
'That's not fair!!!
Prue did everything and I get punished. I hate them! Both of them!
Grams and Prue! I didn't even have a saying in signing that fucking
test! Prue just did everything. She's such a damn bitch. And Grams.
Where's this fair? All I did was writing a bad mark! I just don't
get math! Where's that my freaking fault? Like Piper said, not
everyone can get everything. Not everyone is perfect. Not everyone is
as perfect as Prue and Grams!'
Phoebe dug her face in her
pillow
'Then I am stupid, so? What's wrong with it? I hate
this fucking house! I hate this... prison I live in. I hate Prue! Why
can't she finally stop acting like mom!! She's not mom!! She
never will be!!!! Mom...'
That thought hurt and at the same time
that thought brought even more anger to her. Her mom had left her and
so did her dad. Her parents left her and so did Julia and Richard.
They just left her alone in this fucking house.
Phoebe
thought, starting to hit her pillow.
'Leave? Leave!'
Phoebe
thought and finally pushed her tears away. She grabbed her backpack
and threw her school stuff onto the floor, then went to her closet.
He grabbed for a few clothes and stuffed them into the backpack. She
then looked around. She couldn't leave through the door. Grams
would stop her. The window. She starred at it and then went over to
the window and opened it. She looked outside for a second. At first
she was pretty scared but then saw the grid on the outside of the
house-wall, where Grams roses rose up the wall. Phoebe nodded
slightly to herself. Then climbed out of the window and down the
grid. When she reached the floor, she started to run. Run as fats as
she could. She didn't even care her bleeding hands. She got them
hurt with the thorns of the roses. But Phoebe just ran. Without
having an image of where she could go. She just wanted to leave. What
Phoebe also didn't notice yet, was that it had started to rain
heavily.