A/N: Hello everyone. It's Paige's turn again, so it's me, Random...again.
Hope you are all enjoying this and thanks to all the reviewers, much appreciated.
Anyway, my part below and I apologise in advance.
24. Reflecting on the Predicaments.
While I dangle here pinned to the wall by the grip of a man that society considers my legal guardian and technically would be classed as my grandfather, I can't help but want to sum up my life.
I'm ten. That is right, ten…almost eleven but at the moment I don't see me making it that far, so I'm ten.
In this time, I have grown not knowing my mother or father and depending on the love from my sisters and Grams. Then my little unorthodox life shattered into a thousand pieces.
Grams died….and led to the unfamiliar sensation of loneliness. My sisters and I became strangers and it wasn't until a stranger or Hobo Baggins, came that we finally stood together.
That was before we became witches…damn Phoebe, who is still on the floor as I claw at the things hands that are wrapped around my throat.
Then my life was turned upside down once more, when I found out the man I believed to be my father was not. I am the product of an affair my Mum had with a man named Sam.
So it's safe to say I will forever have issues. Namely trust.
As oxygen begins to become a problem, a thought occurs. My whole life I have heard how Prue had to give up her childhood and grow up too quickly. What about me? I am ten and contemplating my last moments.
I think Prue has grown up too fast, but also think I have. It's usual for younger siblings to act a little older as they try to imitate their idolised brothers or sisters….but I've had very little choice on my part.
I do idolise Prue, Piper and Phoebe but at this moment in time I want to be ten! I want to run around the neighbourhood, terrorising the people with silly pranks Glenn would have thought of. I want to play games and pretend life is perfect.
A loud crash brings my straight back to reality and my ass to the floor.
I rub my swore neck and look up at Phoebe and then back to Sevron, finally back to my sister, who is not looking so well. I stand on shaky legs and glance at my broken lamp. That never really did go with my room.
"Are you-you okay?" she asks, as I continue to rub my neck. My only reply was to nod, hoping she didn't want a full diagnoses.
I flinched slightly when she pulled me into a huge hug.
"Prue-Piper-" Phoebe finally states and grabs my hands, dragging me from the room, while I take one final glance at the comatose warlock.
"I'll orb us." I hoarsely tell her and she stops and looks at me in concern.
"Are you sure your up for that? I mean I don't…."
"I'll orb us." I argue, cutting her off.
Before she could protest any more, I feel the sudden disembodiment that happens and the rush in my stomach.
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"….I really don't think Paige wants to see me right now." I hear Prue say in a small and quiet voice, as I materialise with Phoebe beside me.
"Urgh, I feel like crap now." she moans next to me, placing a hand on her stomach. All I can do is smile, knowing what it feels like. Although the nasty cut on her head couldn't make her much better.
Prue and Piper spin to look at us in complete shock.
"Oh my God!" Piper screeches seeing Phoebe's injuries. She jumps up off Andy's couch and hurls herself at us. "What the hell happened?"
Prue follows quickly and I can feel her scrutinizing stare. "I'm going to kill the bastard." she finally sneers heading for the front door.
"Prue, stop!" I shout.
She turns at the sound of my voice and gazes at me, probably wondering what caused me to speak to her. However, her eyes aren't looking at my face.
Suddenly she's at my side and lifts my chin up as well as moving the top of my shirt down.
"Oh my God, Paige." she whispers, looking at the bruising I'm sure is currently tattooed around my neck.
"I'm fine." I try to state firmly but the sadness in her eyes makes my resolve begin to crumple.
"Neither of you are." Piper steps in, inspecting my neck then turning back to Phoebe. "Prue, do you know where Andy's first aid kit is?"
"Yeah, I'll just go grab it." she replies but it takes her a while to actually leave, as she gave my neck another look then kissed my forehead.
I watched her walk out the room, then felt someone tug on the top of my shirt like Prue had done. I turn to face Phoebe, who was trying to have a closer look.
"I'm so sorry." she barely says.
"Pheebs you weren't the one with your hands wrapped around my neck, so why are you apologising?" I ask, finding the pitiful stares hard to cope with.
"I'm supposed to protect you…"
"Phoebe, if you weren't there I would have died." I cut her off and notice the look of horror on Piper's face.
"You two ought to sit down." she instructs us and both me and Phoebe nod, while taking a seat.
Prue came back in at that moment carrying the first aid kit, which she handed to Piper. She inspects Phoebe's cuts, but I soon find her back at my side. I found my resolve to not forgive Prue disintegrate, although I was still mad.
"What happened then?" Piper asked concerned, dapping Phoebe's cut and ignoring the hisses coming from our sister.
"After you left, I was talking to Paige and then he just barged in and just well….tried to kill us." Phoebe answered, before flinching at Piper's touch. "Owe, Piper." she whined.
"Pheebs, I've got to clean it." Piper argued.
"How'd you get out?" Prue questioned quietly.
"He had me pinned to the wall, hence my new choker," I try to joke, but none of them found it funny. "..and Phoebe smashed him over the head with a lamp."
"He's not dead is he?" Prue asks, although I can see she would rather it be that way. "I want to kill him but we can't, he's human.."
"Actually his a warlock." I inform her and Piper.
"Grams married a warlock!" Piper practically yelled.
Prue shot her a look. "You want to try again Piper, I don't think Canada heard you."
Piper went a pinkish colour. "Sorry."
"We're alone though, aren't we?" Phoebe asked, looking around the room for Andy.
"At the moment but I'm not sure when Andy's parents could be home." Prue returned, taking a brief look out the window before turning back to us. "Well, if his a warlock, we can vanquish him once and for all."
The coldness in her voice is slightly worrying, but I knew mine would probably sound the same at this point.
"There's one problem; we vanquish him now, which I am all for…. but we go in to foster care." Piper responds.
"At least until Prue's eighteen." Phoebe supplies a little hopeful.
"There something you two should be aware of.." Prue says to me and Phoebe. "..Even when I turn eighteen, I still might not be able to be your guardian. It would be left up to the courts."
I sit and contemplate our new predicament. Live and possibly die with a warlock, which is more than likely. Or kill the bastard and whined up in a foster home. Without my sisters.
"Is anyone else really tired?" I ask out loud.
A/N: That's my part over, so thanks for reading if you made it all the way to the bottom here.
Catch you all later. :o)
