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Vulnerable Child - Chapter 3
It had been an hour since Grams had arrived home, Phoebe still sat in her bedroom, holding her knees tight to her chest. Waiting. What is she waiting for? Why hasn't she come up yet? Phoebe's mind was buzzing with questions that she couldn't stop. A part of her wanted to fall into her grandmother's arms and cry out the whole story, but the rest of her was too ashamed to say anything. She wanted to make it all disappear, she wished that it had never even happened. But it did. Another hour passed and still Grams had not appeared, soon Phoebe drifted into an uncomfortable sleep.
"Who's that?" exclaimed Phoebe, her eyes fixated on the tall, dark haired guy in the corner of the dimly lit room.
"Who?" asked her friend, Ramona. Phoebe signalled with her eyes and Ramona peered into the darkness.
"I think he's called Rick... or Nick or something like that. He's in the year above us, seriously hot," replied Ramona.
"You can say that again," Phoebe continued to stare, calling to him with her dark mysterious eyes. She had seen something she liked and wasn't afraid to go and get it. "How do I look?" she asked turning quickly to face Ramona. She nodded in recognition of Phoebe's flawless appearance. With that Phoebe slowly started walking over to where he stood, her eyes not moving from his face. Within minutes she arrived in front of him, the world seemed to melt away when he turned and returned her gaze.
"Hey, I'm Phoebe, Phoebe Halliwell," she said cooly, "And you are?" she asked,
"Rick," he replied,
"A one name wonder?" questioned Phoebe. "So, enjoying yourself? Having fun and what not?"
"Gittridge," he replied, Phoebe looked confused. "Rick Gittridge, and yeah its an alright party. Getting better as the time goes on, don't you agree,"
"Well I was thinking of leaving... I could have more fun elsewhere," she said, looking sexily into his eyes.
"Really..."
"Oh yeah... too bad there's no one to have fun with," she said sighing, "I might need to find someone else to have fun with since my friend wants to stay here."
"Really, and you want to leave,"
"Well its just another party... and there will be another like it next weekend... besides I'm not really in the mood for this kind of fun,"
"What kinda fun are you in the mood for then?" he asked smirking,
"Wouldn't you like to know,"
"Hell yeah!" he exclaimed, placing his hand on Phoebe's shoulder. Slowly she reached up and placed her hand at the back of his neck, she pulled his face close to hers;
"Use your imagination," she said, with that she slowly began walking towards the door, with Rick following closely behind her.
Phoebe darted awake, breathing heavily she walked over to the window, I just don't understand, she thought to herself, things started so good in the beginning. We were having fun, where did everything go wrong? Phoebe swung round quicly when she heard the door opening,
"Phoebe?" asked Grams who stood at the door. "Phoebe, what's wrong?"
"Grams," sobbed Phoebe, instantly breaking down into tears.
A/N: ok, so this chapter was a little bit short but I just wanted to post some more and the next chapter will be up shortly.