Back together, or not? Part 13:
We need to talk...
Prue headed to Rodger's apartment. She got out her keys and went to his apartment. She unlocked the door
"Rodger!"
She yelled. She wanted answers and that now. No response came. She went over to his answering machine, to see if he had already picked her message up. He hadn't. there were two messages. But was that already after hers? She pressed the play button. She wanted to know, what was on it. She kept her fingers on the answering machine. She looked into nothing as she listened to the playing voice. First thing she heard was a loud beep and then the first, message started playing...
"Rodger? You there? Come on... pick up! I need you to pick up. I'm in trouble and if you don't get me out of it, I'm in even more trouble! Come on you gotta be there!"
Phoebe's voice trailed impatiently and then she paused, as if she waited for Rodger. Prue's breath stopped as she heard the voice of Phoebe filling the room. She starred speechless into nothing. Her eyes started to tear up.
"Fuck..."
Prue heard Phoebe cursing and also the next loud beep, which signalized the next message to be played, but it seemed to be far, far away.
"Hey baby... I don't know if I can make it to come over to yours tonight. It's pretty much going on here. Phoebe was caught shop lifting. Everything is chaos at the mo..."
As finally after the beep the machine started the second message, she realized, Phoebe had called Rodger to pick her up from the mall. She wanted him to burst her out of the whole situation. Phoebe wanted Grams, Piper and Prue herself, not to know about this ever. Prue heard her own voice, but she was too shocked to really listen to herself. As soon as the realization hit her, she was gone. She was too shocked to think or move. It was too much. Her thoughts were racing.
'Why does she call Rodger? Why is Rodger sending Phoebe flowers? Why do they have to talk? Phoebe doesn't like Rodger! Why would she call him? Why didn't she call one of her so called friends? Why?'
Prue thought. Finally a single tear left her eye. She still starred into nothing
'Where's Rodger?"
Prue thought and as if god heard her pleading for answers, she heard a key turning in the door. Rodger was coming home. Rodger entered his apartment and heard Prue's voice coming from the answering machine. He looked confused around and saw Prue standing there. Prue just turned around, to look coldly at him. She slowly pulled the tear from her eye
"Prue? You alright?"
Rodger asked, acting like he was worried. He had mastered this by now
"We need to talk"
Prue told him simply. They would have a hell of a talk till Prue would leave again.