Eeeee I got reviews! Yay for reviews! I finally realized that I didn't have a lot of reviews because I posted the first like 10 chaps really quickly, not because of you guys, you guys are awesome! BlackCat- Thanks for the review

Inni- Hmmm… I wonder what DID happen to Piper? Thanks for saying that that chapter was good. I try not to pick favorites but… I have to say it WAS good ;-)

Andy- Uh huh! Well lets see how I leave the chapter this time?

Prue

Halfway up the stairs, I hear there is a screaming sound from the doorway of Piper's room. I exchange a concerned look with Andy, who is telling Ava that it was probably nothing, not to be afraid. What could possibly be wrong? My first thought is a spider, because both Phoebe and Piper hate spiders, but if it were a spider, then wouldn't there be more screaming? It's silent now. I feel the strange feeling of nervousness flit through my stomach and rise, with an electric like charge. I find myself running smack into Piper's door, and fumbling for the glass knob. Whenever I'm nervous, I convert it into energy, but now, I'm just too nervous for that. Something's happened in that room. If it were just a playful scream, I'd hear more. I creak open the door, which has become unstuck. The wood on it mocks me.

I open my eyes- I didn't even realize I'd been closing them. The boy I let in, that boy that Phoebe was dating, is on Phoebe, kissing her, on the neck, and lips, and further down her thighs. She's on the floor, with a red mark on her face, and a bruise starting to swell at her eyes. Her hands are lying at her sides, and even though her clothes are still on, I can see that the boy has been sexually abusing her. Under the bed now, I can see a hand sticking out from the bed. My heart jumps and I run into the room. My mouth is open, but there are no words. No words that can describe how irresponsible I am, or how seething angry I am at… him. My hands are shaking, and Andy comes in behind me. Ava isn't with him, so I can tell he too thought something was very wrong.

Andy however, has not lost his voice. He has begun screaming every dirty word imaginable at this boy, this disgusting creature. As soon as he opens his mouth to retaliate, I lose my self-control. I can feel myself in the air, about to land on him, and I thrust my hand out. It lands right smack into his jaw.

His jaw is rock hard, and it has so much stubble on it, that I swear my hand has started to swell from punching it. He fights back, his foot trying to trip me over, and arms flailing madly in the air. He's already got some old cuts on his neck that are in the shape of hand marks. He finds my wrists, and grabs them, holds on tight. I can gleefully tell that I have done some damage to him, because his breathing is long and labored. His hands are very cold on mine, and I can start to feel him regaining some control.

Just like clockwork, Andy is there by my side. "Get the fuck off her, you goddamn asshole." He punches the boy in the face, and I struggle out of the boy's hand. Andy motions for me to go check on Phoebe and Piper… Or whom I believe is Piper.

As I run over to the person under the bed, I am sure to keep watch of Andy, and make sure that if things get out of control, I can join in. Andy seems to be winning. I could probably kick his ass, but it would take longer for me, because I'm smaller than Andy, and the boy is big, but nevertheless can't compare to Andy who is a true man. I grab the phone off of Piper's bed, and dial 911.

"Hello this is 911, what's your emergency?"

"This guy, at my house. Abusing my sisters." My voice hardly comes out, and I decide to tell them the address before I can't speak. "1329 Prescott St. I-I gotta go."

"Alright, honey, we'll be right there."

I can tell I sound like a coward. I pull Piper from under the bed, and take her pulse. She still has one. I decide to go back and help Andy with the fight.

Phoebe

The blurry sounds of sirens… Some concerned voices. I catch my breath, and find that someone is touching me. My eyes feel heavy, and they fight to open.

"Is she coming to?" A heavy voice asks, and my ears hurt. I can see blurs of people, and the only blur that is familiar is of black hair leaning over me.

"Phoebe?" There's no mistaking Prue's voice, usually clear as a bell, now broken and worried.

My vision becomes clearer, and I can tell she has a black eye. Her hands are resting on mine, and if I look from the corner of my eye, they look black. My hands shake in hers.

"Phoebe." She says, and her voice threatens to wobble into tears. Someone is next to her, lying, and not moving.

"Prue." My voice sounds different, and a view of my own hands, which I'm trying to lift, comes into view. Pain shoots up my arm.

"Don't move your wrist. It's broken." The deep voice says.

"Where am I?" Now the blur has lifted from my eyes, and I can see Prue with a very messed up face, not even her eyes look the same. The deep blue of them shows worry and concern. Her black hair is hanging limply over her face, and her wrists look swollen. The person next to her is in a uniform that looks distinctly familiar.

"You're in an ambulance, sweetie." He says.

"What happened?" I manage to ask.

The man leans in the front to listen to something that the driver has to say, and Prue shakes her head, kissing me on the cheek. "Not now, later."

"We're at the hospital, Miss Halliwell." The man reports, and looks at me, "Don't try to get up sweetie, you're on a stretcher." He turns back to Prue, "Miss Halliwell, can you stand?" She nods, but doesn't look quite so sure of herself. "Why don't I just help you out a bit?"

"O-okay. Uh, is Andy parked behind us?" She asks, straining to look out the small windows on the back of the ambulance.

"Let's just see, Miss Halliwell." The man pushes open the ambulance doors, and puts down a ramp. He unfolds a wheel chair from the side, and pushes it over to Prue. He helps her in and slowly pushes her down the ramp. Once she's on the ground, Andy rushes over to her and showers her with kisses. The driver of the ambulance comes down to me, and pulls the stretcher down, so that I too am above the parking lot. Andy comes over to me too, and closes his eyes as if in pain, "I can't believe what happened."

And then I can feel some things come back to me. Ryder. Piper. I fearfully look up into the depths of the ambulance, and there's Piper, lying there on a stretcher.

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