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"Do you remember why we even left in the first place?" Prue chuckled; things were calming down, although there still was some pressure inside of her that was screaming to get out.
"Yes." Piper rolled her eyes, "And we made such a big deal out of it, as though there would be nothing more dramatic than…" She trailed off looking for the appropriate word.
"An affair?" Prue offered, with a bitter look in her eyes.
"Yeah," Piper said. "If it hadn't been for dad, we probably wouldn't be in this position." She looked at Prue who obviously didn't want to talk about it anymore. "Which brings us to, where the hell are we going?" Prue and Piper had switched seats yet again, and Prue seemed to know where she was going.
"Hotel tonight, and then I'm going to see if we can stay at Andy's."
"Andy's, really?" Piper said, looking mischievous.
"Yes, don't make such a federal case out of it either, we're just friends. Although, now I'm not sure, I haven't seen him in months." Prue let out a big sigh, "Let's hope he doesn't surprise us as much as Phoebe and Paige there."

Patty had heard everything. She had heard all the fighting, heard the pain, and the tears. She hadn't done anything. Patty so desperately wanted to wake up and come back to a happy family with her four baby girls. It still amazed her that it was all gone. Her perfect life… Her perfect family in ruins… Nothing that had happened from then on really fazed her, but now her ears were ringing with the yells of her girls. She still couldn't believe that Phoebe had ordered Prue and Piper out. It was hardest to believe that they had actually listened to her, because Prue always took charge.
She sat up in her dark room and inhaled a breath of stale air. Patty realized that she hadn't been out of her room in a few weeks. The last time she had been out of the room was to get food, but from then on Paige had dutifully brought it to her. Patty didn't know why her youngest did it, because she knew that all her girls hated her for abandoning them. She didn't know whom they hated more, her or their dad, but at least their dad was trying. Patty shook her head at the thought of Victor, whenever she thought of him the words 'dirty' and 'bastard' always came into her mind.
She sighed and closed her eyes, feeling her oily skin, just thinking of him made her want to take a shower. As unhygienic as it was, she hadn't taken a shower in a week, for fear that her daughters thought she was up for good. She got out of bed, her legs creaking uneasily beneath her, from lack of use.
Turning on the shower, she could already feel it's calming power, and the steam streaking over her bare skin. Maybe this could be a new start after all, Patty thought.

The sounds of the shower running scared Phoebe out of her mind. Her mother never got up and took a shower anymore, she never moved. Why did everything have to change because her stupid sisters were back? Her mother was the only one there, as Phoebe had seen Paige run to the gym. She had finally stopped being sick in the toilet, at least long enough to see Paige cry while running. Phoebe didn't care about Paige anymore; she didn't give a shit about what Paige thought or what anyone thought. Her life was fine the way it was, and she couldn't have anyone telling her otherwise. Of course, the only voice that actually got to her was the one in her head, constantly telling her that she hated this. She didn't need that though. She sighed as she lay on her bed, trying not to move for fear of more nausea. The phone rang loudly and she cussed, her ears pounding hard. "Goddamn it!" She said, fumbling for the phone. Hardly able to grab it, she ran it up to her face and breathed out, "Who the ... is this?"
"It's Korey." A voice said.
"Kor, call back, I'm hung over." Korey was her new boyfriend, the one who didn't care anymore either. He let her do anything.
"Phoebe, I want you." His voice rumbled into her phone, and she felt sexual tension build up in her body.
"Korey, please call back. We can do that tomorrow, okay?" She said, falling back into the bed.
"You promise?"
"Yeah, yeah." She breathed hard, putting her hand over her head, trying to dull the ache. "I promise." Phoebe whispered and put the phone back in its cradle. Her relationship with Korey was strictly physical, the first guy she had sex with, and she wouldn't ever stop. But she couldn't imagine actually being in love with him, or having any feelings for him. Her headache pounded loudly in her ears, and she tried to block it out, but it kept coming back in. "No, no… Stop…" She muttered. The headache wouldn't stop, and she knew there would be images coming after it.

"We need a room for the night." Prue got right down to business. She slapped down a credit card on the front desk. She could already tell that the motel was going to be sleazy; after all, the name of it was Marty's Sleeps & Eats.
"One double or two twin beds?" The receptionist yawned and picked at her bubble gum pink nails.
"Twins." Prue said.
The receptionist popped her gum before giving them the total amount of a one night stay, "That'll be fifty bucks." She looked down at the MasterCard, "With, credit card." After sliding it through a machine, and having Prue signed, she gave the card back with the key, "Checkout is eleven tomorrow."
Prue nodded and looked at the key before moving up the stairs with Piper in tow. "And we don't even get to sleep in tomorrow."
"It's not like we have anything to pack." Piper patted her sister on the back, "We'll just live out of our suitcases for the night." Prue tried to smile. "Come on, Prue, it'll be fun. Like an adventure."
"It's hardly an adventure," Prue scoffed, she stopped at door number thirteen.
"I thought motels always skipped that number."
"Looks like this one isn't too superstitious. I don't blame them. It's all stupid myths." Prue twisted the key, until the lock opened. "Well here we are." She said, pointing to the barely furnished room. The walls were a dirty white, and the floors were linoleum the same color. In the middle of the room were two small beds with scratchy looking green covers. The door to the bathroom was open, but all it had was a toilet and no shower. There was a lone light bulb over the toilet, and no soap next to the sink.
Piper sat on one of the beds, and lay back on it. "I'd rather sleep on the floor. This feels like I'm sleeping on a rock." She stood up, and the spring whined nosily.
"Wouldn't wanna sleep on the floor," Prue mused, "There's probably cockroaches."
"Now there's a happy thought." Piper shivered, she was permanently afraid of bugs.
"I remember the last time I was this sucky motel." Prue smiled vaguely.
"When?" Piper asked, running a finger through her hair.
"Prom night. Andy and I bailed the dance and came here. Although I don't remember it being so uncomfortable." Prue bounced on the bed, in some kind of effort to make it softer.
"Well, if a double bed is any different… Plus, you probably weren't trying to sleep." Piper gave Prue a little guffaw.
"Very good, Piper, you get an A." Prue rolled her eyes, and flicked her shoes off her feet. "So what are we going to do?"
"We could go clubbing and meet cute guys." Piper laughed, Prue did too, knowing that Piper almost never went clubbing.
"Right… Okay, then." Prue pursed her lips. "One request."
"Whatever we do decide to do tonight lets not mention what happened earlier. Okay?" Prue dug through her backpack, which wasn't filled with clothes, but important items and body lotions. Actually, she had stuffed a slinky red dress in it, and her favorite shoes.
"Yeah, definitely," Piper agreed, looking out the window at the lovely site of brick wall.
"You know what? I want to go to a club. I haven't been in one for a few months now. And Pipe, you can legally drink now. Lets go have some fun." Prue had a mischievous look in her eye.
"But—Come on Prue, we're tired."
"Piper, don't be such a baby. We haven't been in club in San Francisco for forever. And don't you remember how the clubs and bars in Camden sucked?" Prue was getting excited, Piper could tell, and Piper didn't want to ruin her fun. This was probably good for both of them; they hadn't been out in a week.
"You're right. I have no clue how the counselors in the Maine camps had fun." Piper laughed.
"Well I'm sure that in bigger towns the bars are much better, and less filled with old guys." Prue giggled, "So do you know what you're going to wear?"
"I don't have anything, I usually borrow from one of you guys." Piper pouted.
"That's right, we got to get you some of your own clothes, woman." She held up a dark purple dress that exposed one shoulder and covered up the other, "Purple really isn't my color anyhow." Tossing it to Piper, she held up some silvery shoes, "These'll go well."
"Hey Prue, did you ransack cheesy Prom limited?" Piper asked, eyeing the silky dress. It was quite pretty, just not her usual style.
"Ah, shut up, you know you like it." Prue held up the low red halter dress and the strappy black shoes. "You change in the bathroom, I'll be out here."

tbc... ooo looks like a lil clubbing is in hand... Immature audiences beware! lol.

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