Thank you everyone for your nice reviews, I'll try not to disappoint with this chapter. You should know, it takes me a while to update because I have two stories going at one time!

Well, anyway, let's start shall we?

CHAPTER ONE

Paige felt a little better when she opened the door and found Victor alone on the doorstep. "Hi, Victor, nice to see you." Paige said in a happy tone, not at all like her own voice. Victor smiled at her, but she could tell that he didn't really want to see her.

However, her thoughts came to an abrupt end, when she found Wyatt in her arms and Phoebe running over to greet her father. Paige prevented herself from gagging, but it was a close battle.

Without even so much as a warning, Phoebe snatched Wyatt from her arms and replaced them with Victor's suitcases. Wearing an expression that could scare the Source himself, she departed from the room, stomping up the great oak staircase.

She unceremoniously dumped the suitcases on the bed in the guest bedroom. Well, nice to know what they think of me.... She tried to stop herself from thinking along those lines. He has a new grandson, give him a break, but no matter how hard she tried to calm herself, the uncharacteristically ugly look was still pronounced on her pale face.

She took as much time as she dared going back downstairs. Luckily, when she reached the bottom step, there was no sight of the happy family. Just then, Phoebe's fake laugh came from the solarium, no doubt answering to one of Victor's lame jokes.

Conceding defeat, she walked along to the beautiful room.

She was standing in the doorway for about five minutes and still no one noticed her, deciding to just sit down, she threw herself on her favourite comfy chair.

For the first time in the evening, Paige felt happy, well not happy but content enough to not have a scowl present on her face anymore. She knew it couldn't last, and it didn't.

"Paige, do you mind getting up, that's Dad's seat." Paige fell out of her happy state as soon as those words came out of Piper's mouth. Trying hard not to scowl, she got up and put on a smile that looked more like a smirk.

Afterwards, when Paige reflected on this evening, she thought this was where she lost it. Two words from Victor would have saved her sisters to cover Wyatt's and Chris' ears. Two words could have stopped Victor from trying to calm downed a pissed of witch. These two words were, THANK YOU!!

Anger fuelled through her like poison. Her sisters seemed to have gotten the warning so Phoebe quickly said, "Is there anything you would like to say to Paige, Daddy?"

Paige stared expectantly at Victor. He did not seem at all put out with Paige's angry patches on her usual pale complexion. The fact that her hair stood on end.

He opened his mouth and said, "Could you pass me Chris' bottle?"

Paige quickly registered Phoebe bracing herself against a sofa for the outburst burning in Paige's throat. Piper quickly protected her children's ears. Victor smiled and opened his hands expectantly.

"YOU WHAT?!?" She screamed at the top of her voice. The anger of being taken for granted and being the fifth wheel was keeping her outburst going.

"HOW DARE YOU TREAT ME LIKE THAT, YOU PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR A MAN, YOU...YOU...? I DO NOT KNOW WHY SOMEONE COULD STAND BEING AROUND YOU, YOU IGNORANT..." (A.N. I think I will stop here because this is where the swearing starts, lol!"

Paige stormed out of the room and braced herself against the banister of the stairs. She then heard Victor's voice, "Was it something I said?"

Stomping once again, up the stairs she tried to reach the sanctity of her room. The calm, the place where she could collect her thoughts. She was about three steps away when someone came up behind her. She turned on the spot and saw Phoebe standing there.

She noticed that Phoebe was looking wary, as if afraid that she was going to shout at her to. The sight made her slightly ashamed, but not enough to make her start apologising for her actions.

"Look, Phoebe, don't come up her trying to make me go back down there, I mean what I said, and I don't want to be in the same room with him." She thought her sister would understand, as they were kindred spirits in trouble making. The problem was she didn't.

"That is my father you are talking about, now you go down there and apologise for your behaviour." Phoebe was nearly as incensed as she was. The problem being that no one had really seen Paige in such a rage before, therefore Phoebe had no idea what was coming her way.

Paige didn't hold her anger back, being a charmed one meant displaying your feelings. "You are as bad as him, I am sick of not being treated with respect, being treated like a part of this family. I can't stay in a house like this. Goodbye."

With that famous last comment, she sprinted down the stairs, sending a startled Victor flying, and ran out of the house without looking back once.

She only stopped when she came to her favourite hideout, a park she used to go to when she was little. She always found the trees, the wildlife and the stars above her relaxing. Sitting down on the grass, she contemplated the evening's events. Well, I should have controlled my temper and kept out of there way, they were obviously preoccupied with Chris.

She started to feel ashamed of her actions, now that she had calmed down. She sat there for a long time, starting to shiver from the night cold that touched her bare arms. After a while, the drowsiness consumed her and she dazed off.

She had no idea how long she was asleep, but by the time he she woke up she could tell it was the early hours of the morning. Feeling like her feet were about to drop of from the cold, she stood up, smoothing out the creases in her now ruined dress.

She started to walk to the toilets, figuring she should make herself a little presentable.

The women's toilets were not that inviting. The brown tiles walls and floors were in need of a clean, tissues littered the floor. The smell of urine made you want to cut of your nose. Gagging, she went in front of the smeared mirror.

Her hair was sticking up all over the place. Tear lines travelled down her face. She cupped some water in her hands and started to wash her face. She ran her fingers through her in an attempt to tame it.

Still feeling unclean, she decided to give up and head for home. The grass was covered in ice by now, and her breath clouded her vision. The cold was unbearable. After about five minutes, she reached the end of the park.

Her attention was captured by a women pleading with two men on the edge of the street beyond. She ran over to them, hoping to sort out the situation.

As she grew closer, she could see that the men were trying to mug her. She started to yell at the attackers, telling them to clear off and leave the girl alone. It was only then she noticed one of them had a gun.

The next few seconds seemed like an eternity, the man aimed the gun at the woman and fired, the sound piercing her eardrums. Gasping at her failure of helping and saving the woman, she sprinted and knocked the man to the floor.

She looked up in time to see the other man clear off. Kneeling, she checked the pulse of the attacker, seeing that he was unconscious. Letting the tiredness wash over her for a second time, she collapsed to the ground. Allowing the deep red of the woman's blood to stain her ruined dress.

Sorry if it got rubbish towards the end, it was the only ending that allowed me to be in the hospital for the next chapter. I know it is quite short, but it is longer than the prologue. Well, please review; by all means tell me where to improve. I don't mind!!! I hope you enjoyed it, as much as I liked writing it.

Till, next time,

Dan.