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TEASER...

(includes adult themes...read at OWN RISK)

Summary: Paige is trying to move on after been raped, however her attacker won't let that happen

I hared the sound over in the doorway and knew that my much needed sleep was been put on hold, I opened my eyes just in time to see my older sister reach over to the mirror and pull out the photo of me and, yeah I suppose my guy.
"They told me he was pretty hot" she spoke still looking at the photo, she must have known I was now looking in her direction.

"Who told you?" I asked, sitting up a little, still had my jeans and tight black shirt on from the previous night, a night I had only just rolled in from moments earlier. Looking up and seeing her there I had to smile; you wouldn't think this was my apartment the way they just walk in. They been my whole god damn family. Got to love them tho huh?

"Jess from P3" Phoebe explained as she lent on the doorframe to the room still looking down at the photo.
"Really, and what exactly did she tell you?" I was curious, to know just what it was people were thinking about when they saw me with him, I know what most of them think because I hear the comments been thrown around, 'she's just another notch on his belt, mark on his bed post a name added to a long list' yeah I hared the things they say.
"that he's sex on legs" Phoebe explained, I had to smile, and also I had to agree. Hell it was an understatement, "And that he's been with every woman around town worth a shot at" She put the photo back on the side and for the first time since walking in looked up to see me for the first time. What she said was so true, Jeff was a player, I knew it, and half the woman in the city knew it.

"So what brings you by?" I wanted to change the subject, not wanting to talk about him to Phoebe. There was a reason that I hadn't introduced them and that I hadn't brought him up in conversation - I didn't want this conversation. Phoebe didn't take the hint though.
"So he good in the sack?" She asked as she walked over and sat on my bed, I kicked my sister on the side, "I know you're sleeping with him" She spoke, hell it even sounded like she was happy for me. I think. I mean, if I got past the concern I could sense. It was true I had slept with him – more than once, hell way more than once. It was then it came, Phoebe's next question was one I didn't want – "He your first since…?" I cut her off with a glare letting her know this was of limits. That wasn't something I was ready to talk about…probably never would be.
"What else did Jess tell you?" I asked, making sure Phoebe got off topic,
"That he's got a great body" She replied
I smiled and nodded, "Soccer player and boxer" I explained.
"He has deep blue eyes that you can just stare into for hours" Phoebe continued on with her list.
"True" I reply, just thinking of those eyes.
"And that he's all over my sister... my baby sister" Phoebe added making sure I got the 'he hurts you he's dead' look she gave me.
"He's a good guy" I defend, as I look up at my sister, he was a good guy. Sure we have had our fights, and we've had rows but all in all he was good.
"He's a player" She pointed out,
"He's not playing me!" I tell her, I know he isn't – even if that's what they all think.
"I hope he's worth it" Phoebe said,
"Yeah he is, more than worth it" I tell Phoebe, she can sense my defensive tone.
"I'm just saying I can count the amount of guys you've slept with, can Jeff do that? Hell, you had Glenn, Danni, Mark and Brad…" Phoebe looked at me,
"Aren't you forgetting the last guy?" I reminded, anger towards him showing and regret for bringing him up following shortly afterwards. Mostly because Phoebe took this as a way point of getting into the whole thing.
"Does Jeff know you were raped?" She was blunt and to the point.
"Hasn't come up in conversation, no" I tell her, been just as blunt. She just nods her head knowing that when I'm like this you don't talk about the rape because I'm very likely to explode and lose it.

"Just be careful" She tells me, she is worried
"What are you so worried about Phoebe, it's not like Jeff can hurt me more than that bastared did" I tell her, I sense her annoyance at my seemingly care free and regardless attitude, truth was if I let myself worry about it still, I wouldn't have moved from my bed. Two months after the rape all I did was cry, It would have been easy to just give up but with a little help from a persistent friend, and ex Glenn and three very caring older sisters I'm threw it – and even though at the time I was broken I now feel strong again. I worked so god damn hard to get here it was my right to be dismissive if I wanted to. "I'm okay phoebe" I tell her.
"Whish I believed that" She spoke

'wish I could to' I added silently in my own mind knowing that I'd never be completely okay – there would always be before and after the rape and now even nearly a year after I was half the woman emotionally I was before. I turned so I was lay on my back looking up at the ceiling of my apartment. I wish she believed me, for her own sake as well as mine she had spent to long been worried about me. I know she still feels guilty, you know the guilt an over protective sister would feel. It was't her fault though – some people would even say it came with the job. Been in the police force…a woman…hah! I'm not talking about this…not now!

"Is that all I'm going to get from you, that look?" Phoebe asked me,
I look at her, "What look?" I ask
"The one that says you don't want to talk about this, about the RAPE"
"I don't" I explained, "I really don't want to talk about it"
Phoebe just nods her head, then she looks away from me and over to the side board. I look back up to the ceiling, there's silence for a few moments.

"He's hot" She tells me
"Yeah, he's a good guy to" I added
"what is it two months now?" She asks referring to the length of time I've been dating him.
"Three" I tell her; yeah it's pretty serious, long time since it's been serious I muse over in my own mind. I decide I'm not getting that much needed sleep I had hoped for and sit up on the side of my bed, "so what's brought you by?" I ask.
"just wanted to see how you were, haven't seen you in awhile" Phoebe explained, as she lay back on my bed.
"yeah well works hectic!"
"Yeah and all your time with lover boy!" She laughed, "look, I was kind of wondering if you and me could go out today…"
Paige picked up on something, "Sis, somthings wrong so spit it out"
"Fine, look I was kind of hoping that maybe you could…help me move out of the apartment"
Now I know something was wrong, "Has something happened?" I ask, "Is everything okay?"
"I just really need out of there - out of the apartment, out of it all…" She tells me, I see she's holding something back and she's showing so much pain.
I move and stand in front of her, "Talk to me" I say, "What's he done to you"
Phoebe stood up violently; she turned her back on me. Something was Really wrong "Look, last night we were arguing and, he hit me…"

Rage burnt in me, and Phoebe saw it. "Where?" I growled.
She turned her back on me, I'd never seen Phoebe like this, she was acting like she was empty. I walked over to her and reached my hand forward, I held it on her shoulder and then turned her to look at me. She did, she looked into my eyes and that was all she had to do to let me know that nothing was alright. I moved my hand to her face and moved the hair that hung in front of her - behind her ear. That's when I saw it, the huge yellowing bruise that had blackened in the centre – THAT BASTARD! I could see his ring indented on her. Phoebe took my hand, tight, and looked into my anger filled eyes, I looked into here's…they were to calm, this wasn't Phoebe, not the older sister I knew.
"Don't be the cop Paige, be the sister I need right now"
"Cop Paige? Any Paige wants to kill him, not just cop Paige" I shot, it was true I wanted to make him pay. I have seen TOO many people in my line of work go threw this. Do the whole, abusive relationship thing.
"Don't" Phoebe said, "Just… please"
"Is this the first time?" I asked, okay I growled at her. She nodded.

I closed my eyes, I had to push my anger away…I had to be the sister I really knew that she needed right now so I wrapped my arms around her neck and hugged her tight. "...…" I sighed, how did it get to this, "your ending it for good?"
"Your not the only one who saw dad beat the shit out of mom, Of course I'm ending it" She shot, as she pulled back.
"I'm sorry" I nodded my head, "..., I'm so sorry" I was, I never like seeing my sisters hurt…
Phoebe looked to the floor, "I…I was, really scared"
"Lets get you out of that place… and what you say you move in with me?" I asked her.
"You don't mind?" She asked,
"What do you think?" I smiled. Man it killed me to be the supportive sister right now – I wanted to show him what it's like to be scared of someone. I hated him right now…I hated a guy who since I was a kid I had considered a friend. Not anymore...

she was crazy if she thought i'd let him get away with this!