Paige's POV.
Chapter 8 - Lost Again?
"No one said it was your fault!" Prue yelled. "But you could maybe shut up about how perfect your mum is!"
"Just leave her alone, how can you be mad that she's happy!" I cried suddenly.
"You're one to talk, always moping about your dead parents!" Prue yelled back at me. "Get over it already! You had twelve years with them!"
I felt like she'd slapped me. I actually stumbled back. How could she?
"What did you just say?" Phoebe asked quietly. Piper had been sayingh something, but she silenced. Prue had the decency to look sorry, at least.
"I ... I didn't mean it." She said eventually. "But it's true. She shouldn't be complaining all the time! She had parents who loved her, and made her feel wanted, and -"
"And she lost them. Recently. How can you say that to her!" Phoebe started off quietly but gradularly got louder.
"You have no idea what I'm going through." I told her. "I'm going home."
"Hang on, I'll call my mum, she can pick us up." Phoebe said. "I don't want to stay here either." She gave Prue a dirty look, then pulled a mobile from her pocket.
"You can go to if you want." Prue said to Piper, but the tone of her voice said she wanted her to stay.
"No, I mean, I live here too." Piper said nervously.
"Yes. Yes. I know. OK. See you in ten." Phoebe hung up, then turned back to me, deliberatly facing away from Prue and Piper. "Mum's picking us up in ten minutes. You can stay at mine tonight."
"Look, Paige, I'm sorry -" Prue said, stepping forward. "Really -"
"Me too." I said quietly. "Sorry you wont even try to understand." I walked back into the living room, and Phoebe and I packed our things up quickly, then stood waiting at the front door. Prue had given up by the time Phoebe's mum's car pulled up outside and beeped the horn, and had disapeared into the kitchen,. Piper hovered nervously nearby.
"Well, see you." Phoebe said to Piper.
"She is sorry." Pipoer said quietly. "She's just ... not had it easy, you know?"
"Paige hasn't got it easy right now either." Phoebe said stubbornly. "I'm sorry, but she went to far."
"What about ... you know, the magic stuff?"
Phoebe shrugged. "Call me tomorrow and we'll talk about it then. But ..." She glanced towards the kitchen, then shook her head, and gave me a sympathetic look. "Bye." She let Piper hug her, as did I, but it was awkward for all of us.
Eventually, Phoebe and I climbed into the back of the car, and Phoebe started explaining. Having to hear her repeat Prue's words made me hurt all over again, adn they swan around my brain.
Get over it already! You had twelve years with them! Get over it already! You had twelve years with them! Get over it already! ...
Without warning, tears slipped down my face, thick and fast. Seeing this, Phoebe put her arm around me.
"It's gonna work out." She told me quietly. "And I'll never ever leave you." She promised.
But everyone always leaves me eventually.
"Phoebe?" I asked a few hours later. We were in Phoebe's bedroom, her on her bed and me on the floor in a sleeping bag.
"Yeah?" She didn't sound sleepy. Maybe she's being kept awake, worrying about our sisters, and magic ...
"Why did you stick up for me like that?" I asked her.
"Because it wasn't right what she said. I get that she's jelous 'cause of the way she's lived, but she had no right to say that too you."
"Oh."
"Besides, your my baby sister. It's my job to protect you."
We were silent for a few more minutes before she spoke.
"Paige?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm sorry. About your parents."
"Thanks." I replied, simply because I didn't know what else to say.
We fell silent again, and at some point I suppose must have fallen alseep. The next morning, I was woken by the phone ringing at half-past eleven.
"Pheebs! It's for you!" Someone yelled, and I heard Phoebe leave the room.
The events of the night before flooded back to me, and I sat up as Phoebe walked back into the room clutching the corless phone to her ear.
"Piper, I know. Yeah, I think she is." Are they talking about me? "I know we don't ... but she doesn't understand us either." Phoebe said down the phone.
"It's Piper." She mouthed to me, and I nodded.
"Yes, but she shouldn't have said it ... No." She said suddenly, shaking her head violently. "I don't care. I'm not coming over there. Neither is Paige."
Why doesn't Paige get a choice in this?
Would I have gone to see her?
"I don't know." Phoebe siad uneasily. "Hang on." She covered the mouthpiece and looked a t me. "Piper wants to know if she can come over here. Alone."
"Uh, sure." I replied.
"OK, sure. OK. OK. See you soon." Phoebe left the room - leaving me confused - and returned a minutes later without the phone.
"Piper says give her half an hour." She told me.
"Oh." I said no-commitedly.
Phoebe began pulling clothes out of the big wooden dresser against the wall, and slipped out of the room. It was only when I heard the bathroom door close that I realised I had kinda invaded her privacy.
Well, isn't that what little sisters are supposed to do? The thought made me smile, but the smile faded as, for some reason, Prue's words hit me again.
Get over it already! You had twelve years with them!
Twelve years with another family, away from my sisters. Are we even sisters, after that? We don't really know much about each other, probably, we don't even care ...
Probably, Prue doesn't even care how much she hurt me. Because, somehow, I've hurt her. Just by having parents.
And because of that little detail, I think I've lost my sisters ... all over again.