AN: I'm updating! Yay me! This is the second part of her time at the house, as the two together would have taken too much. Thanks for reviewing all of you, and please continue! I like hearing/reading what people think about my fics!
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Piper looked around, confused. "Um... I don't know." she said, and ran a few fingers through her long, silky hair. "I just... this place seems kind of familiar." "I bet it's just dŽjˆ vu." Phoebe said, shrugging it off despite her better instincts. "You've probably been in an old house like this before, with all the places you've been." "Yeah, I guess so." Piper said, trying to convince herself more than Phoebe.
"Anyway, you said old." Piper said quickly, changing the subject. "This house is old?" "Yeah, it's pretty old. My great-grandparents moved in around 1906, after an earthquake knocked down the original house." Phoebe said, remembering the incident in which her family had found out that information. The Woogyman had cause her family a lot of trouble, especially her.
"Earthquake?" Piper asked, shaking Phoebe out of her thoughts. "There are earthquakes?" "Yup, there are earthquakes, unfortunately." Phoebe said, shuddering. "I'm guessing you don't like earthquakes either." Piper said. "Yeah, I don't like them at all." Phoebe replied. "But, what else could we expect? I mean, San Fran is near the San Andreas fault, right?" "Yeah, but I never really thought about earthquakes. I've never been in one." Piper said. "Oh, then your first one will be lots of fun." Phoebe said sarcastically.
"So, what do you want?" Phoebe asked, wanting to get away from the earthquake topic. "Um... what do you have?" Piper asked. "Three teenage girls live here. What do you think we have?" Phoebe asked. "Peanut butter and oreos?" Piper answered hopefully. "Bingo." Phoebe said, and pulled the previously stated items out of the nearest cabinet. "What do you want to drink?" Phoebe asked, setting the box and container down on the island. "Um, milk please. But, I can get it myself." Piper said, heading over to the fridge.
"NO!" Phoebe shouted, a little forcefully, causing Piper to turn around. "What?" she asked. "Um, you're the guest. You just guard these little nummy items right here and I'll get the beverage. I want it too, and undoubtedly so will Prue and Paige." Phoebe covered quickly. "Okay..." Piper said, a bit skeptically, but stayed back. Phoebe strode over to the fridge and opened the refrigerator door. She maneuvered her hand around old potion ingredients, and grabbed the plastic milk gallon.
"Got milk?" she asked, pulling it out and displaying it for her best friend to see. "No, but apparently you do." Piper pointed out.
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The two girls walked into the conservatory, carrying the snacks. Prue and Paige were sitting on the couch talking, and trailed off when the two came in. Before Piper could ask any questions, Paige jumped up an squealed. "Oh, yeah! Peanut butter and oreos, my favorite!" she ran over and grabbed them both out of Piper's hands. She put them on the coffee table, and all four girls gathered around.
"So, what's life like here?" Piper asked after a few silent but crunchy moments of pigging out. "Oh, it's BO-RING." Phoebe said. "Except in this house." Paige said. She received glares from both her sisters. "I mean, with us three living with our Grams and cousin." Paige covered up.
"Where is your cousin?" Piper asked, her facial expressions eager. The other three gave each other knowing looks. "You have a C-R-U-S-H on him!" Paige teased. "That is so cute!" Prue said pinching Piper's cheek. "Ah, stop, stop!" Piper said, batting Prue's hand away. "I do NOT have a crush on him." Piper stated unbelievingly. "Oh, sure." Phoebe said, rolling her eyes.
"ANYWAY," Piper said, wanting to change the subject away from Leo. "do you guys fight a lot?" "Yeah. They fight all the time." Paige said, pointing to her two older sisters. "Oh, we do not!" they both defended. "Oh, sure. You guys just frequently converse loudly and angrily." Paige said sarcastically, and Piper laughed.
"So, what's life like at your house?" Prue asked, not wanting to admit that she and Phoebe were constantly at each other's throats. "Well, it's hectic right now, from the move and all. But, it will calm down again soon, it always does." Piper said. "Yeah, but what's your dad like?" Phoebe asked curiously. She didn't really have a dad, so she wanted to know. "Well, he's pretty strict, me being his only kid and all." Piper lied. "Strict?" Prue asked. "Like how strict? Grams strict?" "Um, he's really, really strict. I mean, he won't let me date yet." Piper said. It was true, he didn't let her date, but he was a lot more strict than she was letting her friends know.
"Oh my God! I would SO die if I couldn't date!" Phoebe exclaimed. "Yeah, you would suffer from massive male withdrawal." Paige said sarcastically, and Piper raised her eyebrows. Phoebe read the look, and gasped. "OH, no. No no no no no. I haven't done IT yet. No. Not now. No." she said, shaking her head and shuddering in disgust. "Sorry, it's just the wording." Piper apologized.
Phoebe waved it off. "It's okay. A lot of people think that about me, 'cause I do kind of act like a slut sometimes." she said. "Why?" Piper asked. "Because of the time she was caught making out with a guy behind the bleachers in sixth grade." Paige blurted. "Paige!" Phoebe shouted. "Well, it's true!" Paige defended. "Sixth grade?" Piper asked, eyes wide open. "Like I told ya, I'm kind of a rebel." Phoebe shrugged. "Apparently." Piper said.
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The girls had continued talking like that for the rest of the time, and even all through dinner. They had all learned quite a lot about each other and their lives, although the three Halliwell sisters didn't know all that much about Piper. She had replied in lies to most of the questions. Especially to the ones about her home life and the moves.
But, overall, Piper was very sad that she had to leave the Manor at about eight o'clock that night. She also hated that she had to go home that night, as the Halliwells seemed more like a family to her than Daniel ever had.
"Bye, Alexa!" Phoebe yelled out the door as Piper walked down the street. She had told the family that she had accidentally told her father the incorrect address, and was going to walk down to where he was going to be. When they had asked why she didn't just call him, she said that her dad didn't have a cell phone, and he was out all afternoon. In reality, though, she had to walk home.
It was a long trek home, but after all her experience, Piper had made it to her house by nine o'clock. They only lived about five miles away from the Halliwells.
When she entered the house, she was immediately greeted by Daniel's fist. She stumbled back, trying her best to keep her balance. He reached over and pulled her towards him by her right bicep. He swung her around and flung her into a wall, and she fell in a heap. He kicked her over, and put his foot on top of her chest. "
"You're late." he sneered. "You said to stay for dinner. That's what I did." Piper gasped. The recent events and the foot on her lungs had left breathing a bit of a challenge. "Yes, but I didn't mean that you could stay out until nine. You need to be taught a bit of a lesson." he said, and pulled her up mercilessly. She was still a bit dazed, so she couldn't defend herself from what happened next.
He grabbed her left wrist and bent it. Piper heard a crack, and a searing pain shot up her arm, concentrating on her wrist. He threw her back on the ground, and her eyes began to water from the pain. She looked down at her wrist, and saw that it was bent in an odd direction. It was already a purplish color, and was swelling some. It dawned on her. He had just broken her wrist. It was the first time that he had purposely broken a bone. He had accidentally broken countless ribs, but this was the first time that it was on purpose.
As she held her throbbing wrist, he looked down at her. "Don't be late again." he ordered, and tossed a wrist splint at her. He then kneeled down and said "You broke it on your bike, okay?" he asked. She nodded, tears streaming down her cheeks. He stood up. "Good girl." he said, and kicked her one last time. He then walked out the front door, slamming it behind him, leaving her lying on the floor.
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AN: I officially hate this dude, don't you? Anyway, this is chapter 6! Don't worry, I always have really slowly developing plots. Please, please review!
lillynilly - Hmm, maybe. Teehee. Thanks!
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Piper looked around, confused. "Um... I don't know." she said, and ran a few fingers through her long, silky hair. "I just... this place seems kind of familiar." "I bet it's just dŽjˆ vu." Phoebe said, shrugging it off despite her better instincts. "You've probably been in an old house like this before, with all the places you've been." "Yeah, I guess so." Piper said, trying to convince herself more than Phoebe.
"Anyway, you said old." Piper said quickly, changing the subject. "This house is old?" "Yeah, it's pretty old. My great-grandparents moved in around 1906, after an earthquake knocked down the original house." Phoebe said, remembering the incident in which her family had found out that information. The Woogyman had cause her family a lot of trouble, especially her.
"Earthquake?" Piper asked, shaking Phoebe out of her thoughts. "There are earthquakes?" "Yup, there are earthquakes, unfortunately." Phoebe said, shuddering. "I'm guessing you don't like earthquakes either." Piper said. "Yeah, I don't like them at all." Phoebe replied. "But, what else could we expect? I mean, San Fran is near the San Andreas fault, right?" "Yeah, but I never really thought about earthquakes. I've never been in one." Piper said. "Oh, then your first one will be lots of fun." Phoebe said sarcastically.
"So, what do you want?" Phoebe asked, wanting to get away from the earthquake topic. "Um... what do you have?" Piper asked. "Three teenage girls live here. What do you think we have?" Phoebe asked. "Peanut butter and oreos?" Piper answered hopefully. "Bingo." Phoebe said, and pulled the previously stated items out of the nearest cabinet. "What do you want to drink?" Phoebe asked, setting the box and container down on the island. "Um, milk please. But, I can get it myself." Piper said, heading over to the fridge.
"NO!" Phoebe shouted, a little forcefully, causing Piper to turn around. "What?" she asked. "Um, you're the guest. You just guard these little nummy items right here and I'll get the beverage. I want it too, and undoubtedly so will Prue and Paige." Phoebe covered quickly. "Okay..." Piper said, a bit skeptically, but stayed back. Phoebe strode over to the fridge and opened the refrigerator door. She maneuvered her hand around old potion ingredients, and grabbed the plastic milk gallon.
"Got milk?" she asked, pulling it out and displaying it for her best friend to see. "No, but apparently you do." Piper pointed out.
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The two girls walked into the conservatory, carrying the snacks. Prue and Paige were sitting on the couch talking, and trailed off when the two came in. Before Piper could ask any questions, Paige jumped up an squealed. "Oh, yeah! Peanut butter and oreos, my favorite!" she ran over and grabbed them both out of Piper's hands. She put them on the coffee table, and all four girls gathered around.
"So, what's life like here?" Piper asked after a few silent but crunchy moments of pigging out. "Oh, it's BO-RING." Phoebe said. "Except in this house." Paige said. She received glares from both her sisters. "I mean, with us three living with our Grams and cousin." Paige covered up.
"Where is your cousin?" Piper asked, her facial expressions eager. The other three gave each other knowing looks. "You have a C-R-U-S-H on him!" Paige teased. "That is so cute!" Prue said pinching Piper's cheek. "Ah, stop, stop!" Piper said, batting Prue's hand away. "I do NOT have a crush on him." Piper stated unbelievingly. "Oh, sure." Phoebe said, rolling her eyes.
"ANYWAY," Piper said, wanting to change the subject away from Leo. "do you guys fight a lot?" "Yeah. They fight all the time." Paige said, pointing to her two older sisters. "Oh, we do not!" they both defended. "Oh, sure. You guys just frequently converse loudly and angrily." Paige said sarcastically, and Piper laughed.
"So, what's life like at your house?" Prue asked, not wanting to admit that she and Phoebe were constantly at each other's throats. "Well, it's hectic right now, from the move and all. But, it will calm down again soon, it always does." Piper said. "Yeah, but what's your dad like?" Phoebe asked curiously. She didn't really have a dad, so she wanted to know. "Well, he's pretty strict, me being his only kid and all." Piper lied. "Strict?" Prue asked. "Like how strict? Grams strict?" "Um, he's really, really strict. I mean, he won't let me date yet." Piper said. It was true, he didn't let her date, but he was a lot more strict than she was letting her friends know.
"Oh my God! I would SO die if I couldn't date!" Phoebe exclaimed. "Yeah, you would suffer from massive male withdrawal." Paige said sarcastically, and Piper raised her eyebrows. Phoebe read the look, and gasped. "OH, no. No no no no no. I haven't done IT yet. No. Not now. No." she said, shaking her head and shuddering in disgust. "Sorry, it's just the wording." Piper apologized.
Phoebe waved it off. "It's okay. A lot of people think that about me, 'cause I do kind of act like a slut sometimes." she said. "Why?" Piper asked. "Because of the time she was caught making out with a guy behind the bleachers in sixth grade." Paige blurted. "Paige!" Phoebe shouted. "Well, it's true!" Paige defended. "Sixth grade?" Piper asked, eyes wide open. "Like I told ya, I'm kind of a rebel." Phoebe shrugged. "Apparently." Piper said.
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The girls had continued talking like that for the rest of the time, and even all through dinner. They had all learned quite a lot about each other and their lives, although the three Halliwell sisters didn't know all that much about Piper. She had replied in lies to most of the questions. Especially to the ones about her home life and the moves.
But, overall, Piper was very sad that she had to leave the Manor at about eight o'clock that night. She also hated that she had to go home that night, as the Halliwells seemed more like a family to her than Daniel ever had.
"Bye, Alexa!" Phoebe yelled out the door as Piper walked down the street. She had told the family that she had accidentally told her father the incorrect address, and was going to walk down to where he was going to be. When they had asked why she didn't just call him, she said that her dad didn't have a cell phone, and he was out all afternoon. In reality, though, she had to walk home.
It was a long trek home, but after all her experience, Piper had made it to her house by nine o'clock. They only lived about five miles away from the Halliwells.
When she entered the house, she was immediately greeted by Daniel's fist. She stumbled back, trying her best to keep her balance. He reached over and pulled her towards him by her right bicep. He swung her around and flung her into a wall, and she fell in a heap. He kicked her over, and put his foot on top of her chest. "
"You're late." he sneered. "You said to stay for dinner. That's what I did." Piper gasped. The recent events and the foot on her lungs had left breathing a bit of a challenge. "Yes, but I didn't mean that you could stay out until nine. You need to be taught a bit of a lesson." he said, and pulled her up mercilessly. She was still a bit dazed, so she couldn't defend herself from what happened next.
He grabbed her left wrist and bent it. Piper heard a crack, and a searing pain shot up her arm, concentrating on her wrist. He threw her back on the ground, and her eyes began to water from the pain. She looked down at her wrist, and saw that it was bent in an odd direction. It was already a purplish color, and was swelling some. It dawned on her. He had just broken her wrist. It was the first time that he had purposely broken a bone. He had accidentally broken countless ribs, but this was the first time that it was on purpose.
As she held her throbbing wrist, he looked down at her. "Don't be late again." he ordered, and tossed a wrist splint at her. He then kneeled down and said "You broke it on your bike, okay?" he asked. She nodded, tears streaming down her cheeks. He stood up. "Good girl." he said, and kicked her one last time. He then walked out the front door, slamming it behind him, leaving her lying on the floor.
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AN: I officially hate this dude, don't you? Anyway, this is chapter 6! Don't worry, I always have really slowly developing plots. Please, please review!