Part 1 –you call this luck?

Saturday

When she pulled open the door she was actually a little relieved to see him stood there, she wasn't holding well and she knew it. "Hey Prue…" Andy smiled as he reached forward and pulled her into what looked to be a much needed hug. "How is she?"

"Not good, she's in the living room" Prue explained, Andy nodded, lingering with Prue a little longer and placed a soft kiss on her lips. And with that he walked into the living room. Prue following.

"Honey Andy's here to see you" Prue said to Phoebe who was sat on the sofa, she was wearing a large gray sweat top and pair of jeans. She never reacted she was still sat just looking at her hands.

"Hey Pheebs, how are you feeling?" Andy asked her as he walked further into the living room. Prue stayed back drawn out in the doorway.

Phoebe didn't look at him, but she did answer, "I'm not sick…" She spat.

Andy nodded sensing that he had to take this carefully, "Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?" He asked, Phoebe didn't respond to this just sat there. Andy sat on the chair in front of Phoebe's place at the sofa knowing that he needed to give her space. "It won't take very long…"

Phoebe then did look up at him, "Your homicide…" She stated, just in case he'd forgotten.

"Yeah, I know but from the details this sounds like the sound guy who's killed two other women in down town" Andy explained, "It's my case. Things could have been a hell of a lot worse than they are if it's the same guy, you lucky he never…"

"Lucky? I'm lucky?" Phoebe shouted, "You call this lucky Andy?"

"Phoebe I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that" Andy replied, "I'm just saying if it is the same guy you are the only one that has lived through an attack and you may be able to help us out. I only have a few questions…"

"I don't remember much…well much stuff that'll help" She corrected, because she remembered a lot, a lot more than she wanted to remember.

"Can you tell me what happened when you got home Friday night?" Andy asked her,

Phoebe looked at the floor, she couldn't believe this, she had to relive it all – "it was late, about midnight" Phoebe began, "I come up from the car. Had my keys, opened the door then he…came behind me." Phoebe stopped, and took a deep breath.

"Take as long as you want" Andy said softly

Phoebe nodded, "He asked if he could use…the phone, something about his car. I wasn't going to let him in, and before I could say or do anything he pushed me back into the house."

Phoebe couldn't do anymore; she stood up from where she was sat. "I don't want to do this" She shouted, "I can't"

"I know this is hard"

"No you don't know, you'll never know" Phoebe turned and walked away from Andy past Prue who was stood in the doorway.

Andy looked up to Prue who was now pushing her hand threw her hair and sighing, this was how it had been ever since the attack. Phoebe wasn't herself and she'd just lose it out of nowhere. Andy stood up, and walked over to Prue, "I'll try again some other time…" he said as he hugged his girlfriend, "I'm really sorry"

"Not your fault" She sighed, then after a beat "can I come around to yours later tonight?" Prue asked. The two were speaking in hushed voices.

"Sure, I'll be back about ten" he lent forward and kissed her comfortingly, "Tell phoebe I'm sorry I upset her"

"Will do" With this he left the manor. Prue stood wondering how she could help her sister deal with this.

Phoebe was sat up in her room, where she had come to get away from it all. She felt so, sick, physically sick as she was reliving the night, over and over. What she hated more was, knowing that he was still out there. From what Andy said he had attacked two other women but they, she had to sigh at the irony of the next bit, they weren't as lucky as her. He had killed them both, but she thought maybe it was her who hadn't been lucky. She was crying again, she was sick of crying. She was sick of there sympathy and she was sick of feeling like this. She looked at her wrists; the bruises were darker now where he had held her down. She had bruises and cuts all over her body, she felt ugly. She hated herself. She hadn't realized how hard she was crying until she felt the tears down her checks and herself gasping for a breath.

She hated been so weak, weak and helpless. She'd let someone hurt her more than she thought possible and for that she hated herself. There was a nock on her door, and then softly her sisters voice was heard, "Honey can I come in?" Prue asked.

"Yeah" Phoebe said shakily as she whipped the tears away.

"Shane called again Phoebe…"

"What did you tell him?" Phoebe asked, looking to the floor as the name it's self made her feel guilty.

"I…told him, you were out" Prue explained, "Honey, I think you should talk to him"

"NO" Phoebe spoke "I can't…not after…"

"Phoebe, he loves you" Prue cut her off.

"You don't tell him, he never knows you got it" Phoebe erupted as she dug her nails into her arm. The angrier she became the tighter she dug her nails in. She hated him, she hated Prue, she hated Sane, and she hated herself. How could she keep doing this? How could she keep fighting this? Fighting the hate, it was to much for anyone to take. She was looking defiantly into her sister's eyes but Prue moved onto the bed knowing Phoebe needed someone. Phoebe had dug so deep into her arm that it was no visibly painful to Prue though Phoebe's face didn't register it. "He never knows" the youngest spoke now barely above a whisper. Her voice cracked as a stray tear tumbled down her face. Prue reached out to take Phoebe's hands but the younger of the two pulled back defensively, "No, don't…don't touch…just GO." Prue looked sympathetically at her younger sister.

Phoebe could see it in Prue's eyes – the sympathy

She wanted it to stop

"GO NOW" She shouted.

Prue stood reluctantly, "If you…you want ANYTHING just shout" her own voice was cracking, she walked towards the door and Pulled it open stepping out of the room she shut the door. Unable to stay strong much longer her legs gave in and she slid to her knees – and rested her head on the back of the door she cried, for the pain of her sister.

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sorry about the delay...real buesy. please tell me what you think and if you have any ideas or thoughts i'd love to hear them. Thanks again for reading GUYS