Disclaimer: I do not own Charmed

A/N: Ok, so I'm working on a different computer and don't have microsoft word so its a little weird to type on wordpad. I am also having doubts about where I'm taking this fic which is why its sorta hit a slump. So, I will keep writing it but it might not be as good. I just hope that it is. Also, although I will double check there may be some spelling errors that I miss, this wordpad doesn't have a spell check.

Vulnerable Child - Chapter 5

Phoebe sat, not moving, not speaking, not even crying. She just sat there silent, Grams rubbed her shoulder in attempt to encourage Phoebe to talk. Phoebe couldn't form a coherrant thought, her mind was a buzz. How could she explain things to Grams if she couldn't even sort them out in her mind? She looked up at her grandmother, she looked sick with worry.

"Its nothing." shrugged Phoebe,

"Phoebe, please... don't just shrug it off. There is something wrong, what is it?"

"Realy Grams, I was just over re-acting. Nothing is wrong, and I have a lot of homework to do so..." she said, hoping Grams would leave.

"Phoebe, I'm not leaving."

"Grams, really its nothing. Just drop it," sighed Phoebe, growing impatient.

"No. Phoebe, look you mentioned some guy? Who? What did he do to you?" questioned Grams. Her questions annoyed Phoebe, she started breathing heavily trying to control her anger,

"Drop it," she said cruelly, "I have things to do,"

"Phoebe, just tell me,"

"DROP IT!" yelled Phoebe, as she pulled away from her grandmother. She marched out of the bedroom, grabbing a coat on her way. Grams quickly sprung up off the bed and followed Phoebe calling out her name.

"Wait, Phoebe please, wait!" she called but Phoebe ignored her Grams' pleas. She sped towards the front door and slammed out it. She heard Grams close behind her so she started running, feeling her feet slamming hard off the tarmac. She continued running until she was round the corner and as far as she was concerned out of Grams' sight.

Prue sat in the dining room, she had just made some tea and handed Grams a cup, she took a sip from her own cup. Looking up at Grams she could see the concern on her face, suddenly she felt angry.

"How could Phoebe do this?" she asked,

"Prue," said Grams in attempt to interrupt,

"No, I mean it. How could she be so god danmed selfish? I mean you're worried about her and that makes me worry and its probalby nothing, I mean its Phoebe. She's just the little youngest child who act's out and makes things seem bigger than they are. Chances are some boy just dumped her or something trivial. Why should we bother being concerned?" snapped Prue,

"Prudence!" yelled Grams slamming her hand down on the table, "She is your baby sister, that is why we are concerned. She is only fourteen Prudence and she is out there all alone. She is scared and depsite her acting out I know that something is really wrong with her this time. How can you be so heartless?"

"Because I know Phoebe," replied Prue, "Its nothing,"

"Yes it is Prue, you didn't see how upset she was,"

"I did, it was all fake," snapped Prue,
"I don't want to hear your smartassed remarks Prue."

"But Grams,"

"No, go to your room. Now,"

A/N: Ok, so at least its an update right? I know its not very good and everything I don't know what' s wrong with me why I can't seem to make it work. I will try to make it but I don't wanting it all sounding false which this kinda does. But hey.