Sorry it took sooooooo long! I had to sort some stuff out and I also had no idea what to write for this particular chapter, but thanks to PruelovesAndylovesPrue! I've given up on naming the chapters.

Chapter 8

"What the fuck is going on here?" Roger stood by the open door, a look of disbelief on his face as Prue took several steps away from Andy. Andy half stepped in front of Prue and there was an awkward silence.

"N-nothing. I was just…" Her voice faded off.

"You were just what?" He shouted angrily. "How could you? And with him?"

"I wasn't! I was just hugging him! He's my friend!"

"And I'm supposed to be your fiancé! That doesn't mean anything to you, does it?"

"Yes it does. But so do my friendships." Roger seemed to be stifling a laugh.

"What friendships?"

"This one!"

"And I'm supposed to believe this? How stupid do you think I am?" Prue didn't answer.

"Very." Andy answered for her.

"And who the hell are you?" Roger asked, finally looking at Andy with a sneering smile. "Wait, you're that bastard from her stupid family dinner. How careless of me to forget. Where are my manners? Make yourself at home. Although you seem to have done that already, with my wife!"

"She isn't your wife yet," Andy reminded him.

"But she soon will be. My wife," he added unnecessarily.

"Really?" Roger looked uncertain for a moment.

"Of course she will. Now get out. Stay away from me, my house and my fiancé!" Andy turned to smile at Prue in what he hoped was encouraging or at least comforting, who mouthed bye unhappily. He then walked past Roger, giving him a disgusted look as he past. Neither Prue or Roger moved until Andy had shut the door. "So Prue…"

"I'm sorry," she said miserably, looking at the sleeve of her sweater and pulling at it.

"Sure you are. Always bloody well sorry afterwards. And with that cop too!" Roger took several steps towards her and she backed away. "What?" He shouted. "You'll go near him, but not me?" Prue was ready for the punches, and felt pain explode in her face as she fell backwards and tasted the blood in her mouth. She looked at Roger in surprise. Even he looked shocked.

"Prue…I'm sorry…I only did it because I love you so much…" Roger bent down next to her and Prue wasn't sure if he was being genuine or whether she should get ready for him to hit her again. He put his hand on her face. "I'll get some ice." He stood up and helped her to her feet. "Sit down…here." Prue felt him press something cold against her face. "I'm so sorry…do you forgive me?"

"Y-yes…of course." Prue avoided his eyes, wondering why he was apologizing this time. He used to apologize every time and buy her gifts, but after a while he just stopped bothering.

"Here, get up. You should go to bed and get some rest." Out of fear, Prue let him lead her upstairs. "I'll be back later darling." I'd rather you weren't darling, Prue couldn't help thinking.

When Roger did return, much later, Prue pretended to be asleep. Prue tried to sleep, but it was impossible and her face was starting to hurt. She got up quietly, so as not to wake Roger and grabbed her cell phone on the way to the bathroom, then locked the door and pulled some aspirin out of the cupboard, then sat on the floor to ring Andy.

"Hello?" He answered after several rings, sounding very sleepy.

"Oh, did I wake you?"

"No, I'm not usually asleep at three in the morning. You apparently are also not asleep."

"Ha ha."

"So what happened after I left? I'm really sorry that he came in then. I should have left sooner."

"What do you think?"

"Are you okay?"

"I think so."

"What do you mean 'think so'?"

"Roger apologized afterwards, like he used to do. He really sounded sorry too, this time. Insisted on holding ice on my face and then insisted I go to sleep."

"I hope you don't believe him."

"Andy, I'm…I'm scared."

"Scared? Prue Halliwell, you are never scared of anything."

"Andy!" She hissed in annoyance. "I'm scared this time. But if you don't care, I'll go."

"No, wait! I didn't mean it. But you know what you can do. Leave him."

"Yes, well."

"Well what?"

"I don't know…"

"Do you love him? And answer honestly."

"No, but I can't wait around for someone I do really love."

"Are you happy with him?"

"Sort of…"

"Prue…"

"Fine, not exactly."

"That's a no. So why stay with him? Just go to Piper and Phoebe, or come here. Wherever."

"It's not that easy."

"It is. Throw your stupid engagement ring at him and leave."

"But how do I know he really isn't sorry?"

"Prue! You said yourself, that it's what he used to do. Did he mean it then?"

"Maybe he did but…"

"He didn't!"

"You don't know that."

"Are you trying to protect him? You know that you may as well leave him now, rather than later, because I'm not going to let you marry him, and neither will Piper and Phoebe when I tell them."

"What!"

"Which I will if you actually marry him." Prue stood up and looked in the mirror. Two bruises were already appearing on her face. She sighed.

"I won't."

"Which is why you should leave him now and start getting on with your life, because otherwise you are just trapped." Trapped was the right word, Prue thought bitterly, looking around the bathroom, half wishing there was a larger window to climb out of.

"Bye Andy. You can go to sleep now."

"Oh. Bye."

AN: The people next door moved and they took the cat away! It was my cat! They never even fed it, I did! I want my cat back! Some new people are moving in right now. I want to take cakes around so I can see who they are. There was a girl around my age. And a dog. I don't like dogs.