A/N: It's been a while again. No excuse this time. Just me putting it off and being lazy. Shame on me, I know. I'm also working on a new fic, don't know if I'll put it up or not. And I know most of the chapters have been really short, but they'll get longer eventually. and this one was supposed to be longer but I decided to just post what I had because it's been so long since I last updated. I'll just add on the other part to the next chapter.

charmedchick4eva - yup, it was Prue.

Dark Halliwell - teehee, thankya. I think I need your enthusiasm in my head 24/7

Charmedlife - I think the reason that no one's ever said shit or fuck is because you can pick it up with an antenna without cable. making it under FCC rules. I think, not sure. But I figure Prue would be a little less censored in a really bad point in time for her. And the theme song thing, I'll try it on the next chapter.

shanfan - see I'm not really sure about that either. but I think if Prue started when she was in her teenage years, then no matter what there would always be the possibility of her going back to it. and I think teenage Prue could've been driven to do it.

Paige - you're a dork. :o)

You five are awesome. Thank you guys for reviewing. You guys are like little ego boosters. Is that sad? Ok, I'll shut up.

Chapter Six: Pushing Her Away

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After hearing her door slam behind her, Prue's eyes darted around her bedroom. She glanced at her discarded clothes. Then at the pile of sheets lying in her closet. Her eyes eventually settled down and rested on the remains of a pair of boxer shorts. Earlier, she had ripped them off of Gavin. And that was all she could take.

Furious, she walked over to the underwear lying on the floor and threw it in the closet next to her sheets. Tears started rolling down her cheeks as she climbed into bed. She pulled the covers up over her and began to sob into her pillow. She heard a knock on her door and chose to ignore it, hoping her sister would go away.

Slowly, Phoebe opened the door. Prue was lying in bed with her back to the door. Phoebe absorbed the mess in Prue's bedroom. She pushed some hair out of her face as she watched her sister's shaking figure.

"Go away." Prue said between muffled sobs. She heard heels click on the wooden floor and felt someone sit down on the bed behind her. A hand was gently placed on her shoulder as another started running through her hair.

"Please tell me what's wrong,"

They both sat there for a few minutes of silence, occasionally being interrupted by a sob escaping Prue's mouth. She wants to know. She's worried. She shouldn't worry about me. She doesn't need to worry. There's nothing to worry about.

Suddenly, Prue pulled away from Phoebe's arms and tucked herself into a tight ball. "Please, just go away," She said into her blankets.

"Prue, please, just talk to me." She received no response. "Are you mad at me?" Prue shook her head no. Phoebe breathed a small sigh of relief, still thinking she might be able to get her sister to open up. She reached out and placed her hand on Prue's arm. Quickly, Prue pulled away again.

"Why won't you let me help you?"

Hesitating slightly, Prue whispered, "because I don't deserve it."

"What? That's ridiculous. Prue, you are one of the kindest, most admirable people I know. I look up to you in so many ways. I've always wanted to be like you. Ever since I could remember, I wanted to be like you." She paused to let what she said sink in. "Please, please open up to me."

A fresh set of tears streamed down Prue's cheeks at her sister's heartfelt words. I can't tell her. Especially not after that. "Please... just leave me alone." Her voice was shaky and barely audible, but when she felt Phoebe stand up, she knew it was heard. Thinking Phoebe had left, Prue gave up trying to control her tears and quickly was unable to keep herself from loudly whimpering.

"I'll leave you alone for now. But if you want to talk, I'll be downstairs." After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, the door clicked shut and Prue's cries deepened, filling the room with the sounds of unbearable pain.

On the other side of Prue's door, Phoebe listened to her eldest sister's cries. A few tears slid down her cheeks as she slowly walked toward the stairs and down into the living room.