Please Be Careful With My Heart

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Chapter 8

Back to present…

Prue - 17

Piper - 15

Phoebe - 14

Piper went home that afternoon, exhausted from that day's events. 'I need to lie to them again. Will this never end?' she thought. She went into the kitchen to get some snacks for her overnight assignment - doing session. 'I need to make up for the F I got because of that project.' she sighed deeply.

Piper went straight to the refrigerator and did not notice Grams by the stove.

"Hey, Sweetie!" Grams greeted her.

Piper jumped at her Grandma's voice and dropped the box of milk she got from the fridge. "Grams! You scared me. Good thing it's not yet open." Piper bent over to get the box of milk from the floor.

"Sorry, dear. How did your project go? I bet you got an A for that." Grams said proudly.

"Yeah." Piper said quietly, ''A' for having that end-of-the-earth look.' she thought. "Uh… Grams. I have lots of homework to do so… gotta get going." She excused herself.

"Uhm… Piper? You're not gonna drink all of that, right? I mean that's a HUGE box milk." Grams chuckled pointing to the box of milk

"Oh yeah. I forgot! Silly me." Piper smiled at her own mistake and started to get back at getting herself some food.

"Oh, don't worry. Just get going, I'll prepare you something special. I'll take it to your room."

"Grams, you don't have to." Piper reasoned.

"I want to." Grams smiled at her granddaughter. "Now, go. It won't be special if you know what I put in it."

"Thanks so much, Grams. I love you." Piper went to Grams, hugged her and kissed her.

"Love you more, Dear."

Piper was about to exit the kitchen when a voice stopped her, "Hey, I'm home! Where is everybody?" Phoebe shouted in a cheery voice.

"Kitchen, Darling!" Grams smiled to Piper while Piper replied with a weak, fake smile.

"Hey, Grams! Hey, Piper!" Phoebe said as she kissed each of them.

"You look so happy! What's up?" Grams looked at her flushed and blushing granddaughter. "It's a guy, am I right? Piper why didn't you tell me about Phoebe's guy." Grams nudged Piper. She was so happy seeing Piper and Phoebe getting along.

"I -" Piper started but was cut short by Phoebe.

"She doesn't know, Grams. Besides, he's not my guy, not yet, anyway." Phoebe said with a sly smile. "I just met him today." Her eyes twinkling. "Leo. Leo Wyatt is the name." she sighed dreamily and sat on the chair acted as if she was about to faint.

"Oh! I bet he's HOT." Grams said using the term 'hot' that teens use today. Then Grams diverted her attention to Piper. "Piper how about you? Met any guys lately."

"Actually-" Piper started but again was cut off.

"Piper? She's allergic to guys! Her motto, triple B. Books Before Boys." Phoebe said signing as if there is any imaginary signboard in front. "Right, Sis!" Phoebe and Grams looked at Piper expectantly.

Piper, caught in the middle, just said "Right. I'm too busy with school and all. Boys are just distractions." she waved off some excuses.

'Ok, that's enough act for today.' Phoebe thought. "Piper, can you help me with something? Math. Not my forte." Phoebe said as she stood up, put her arms around Piper and walked with her out of the kitchen.

"I'll take your snack up to your rooms, ok?" Grams laughed at her granddaughters. 'I just love these girls.'

"Ok, Grams." Phoebe replied.

Once out of the kitchen, and out of Grams' earshot, Phoebe immediately, I little too rough, took her arm away from Piper. Piper's hair was caught by Phoebe bracelet, it hurt a little that she yelped with pain, but she received no apology from it. Without a word or a look back, Phoebe went upstairs.

That was always the scene inside the manor, every time Grams was around. She didn't know that there was still this thick wall separating her granddaughters. She thought that everything was over, that everything has worked out. She didn't know what happens in school. Piper and Phoebe have never fought physically, just some hard stares and cold shoulders from Phoebe and some pleading and sorry looks from Piper. Prue knew and she's dying to let her Grams know… but Piper made her promise not to tell Grams, for Grams' blood pressure condition and Piper's heart problem.

Piper's gaze following her sister, still at the bottom of the stairs, thought loudly. "How I wish it was true? I want you back, Phoebe. How many times do I have to ask for forgiveness."

Her mind went back to the 2nd day of her mother's wake at the St. Francis chapel. She entered the place, eyes watering as she stared at the coffin in front. Everyone wore black. She was accompanied by her father and Prue. She was still weak from the hospital confinement but the doctors let her out, they did not want to prevent her from seeing her mother for the last time. She was supposed to stay there for just one night, but when she woke up crying hysterically, blaming herself for her mother's death, a major attack happened again, and all hell broke lose.

Phoebe was seated in the first pew with her friends comforting her. Everybody's eyes fell upon the arrival of the middle sister, the girl whom the dead woman had saved. Phoebe looked behind her, wondering what everyone was staring at. She saw Prue guiding Piper, the reason of her sorrow, to her mother's coffin. Rage suddenly surged through her veins. She knew what happened, how her mother died. And for her, it's Piper's fault. She stood up, rudely released herself from her friends' embraces. And to the shock of everyone in the place, she exclaimed, "What are you doing here?! You're not welcome here." Phoebe's friends tried to get a hold of her, but she keeps pushing them away. "Let go of me."

"Phoebe!" Grams said sternly, shocked at Phoebe's reaction.

"How cold-blooded of you to even make an appearance here after what you did." Phoebe looked at Piper disgustingly.

"Phoebe, stop it!" Victor glared at her in a low voice. "We're in a chapel at your mother's wake. Give her least some respect." His eyes hovered around to everyone, they were being watched like some soap opera.

Phoebe, not taking her eyes off Piper, she said, "Why don't you tell that to her. All these people think you're an angel. They don't know the real you. The evil you who's ready to hurt anyone who tries to show you love." Phoebe's eyes were blazing with anger. Piper's view was becoming a blur because every word coming out of Phoebe's mouth stabbed her like a knife straight to the heart. "Phoebe…I 'm sor- I'm sorry." Piper whispered in a voice full of hurt. Her body nearly collapsed if not because of Victor and Prue holding. Grams was too shock to even say anything. How could their family bond crash this fast?

"You know what? You should be the one lying in there. Not her!" Phoebe said pointing to her mother's coffin. "I could have handled it if it was you. You should be dead right now!"

Everyone in the chapel gasped at Phoebe's statement. This girl's heart is full of wrath, exploding. That's it, Prue couldn't take it anymore. Out of hurt and shock, Prue's hand just flew straight to Phoebe's face, so hard, it sent her to the floor. When she saw Phoebe on the floor, no regrets came into her mind. Phoebe needed that, to get her back to her senses.

Phoebe held her face, stood up, and looked at Prue, Victor then Grams, "Go ahead. Side with her like you always do. Love her. Care for her. Let her hurt you. Maybe then you'll understand how I feel." Then she looked at Piper. "I hate you for ruining my life. I'll never forgive you." Then without looking back at everyone, she ran out of the chapel.

"Dad… She's right, you know. It should have been me." Piper whispered, tears streaming freely from her eyes, like a waterfall, endless.

"No. Don't believe her. You're not responsible for these. What she said. Get it all out of your head." Victor held her, led her to a pew and just soothed her. Prue rubbed her sisters back lovingly.

Then a voice pulled her out from her reverie. Prue's.

"Zero. You don't have to ask forgiveness from anyone. You didn't do anything wrong. It was never your fault. How many times do I have to tell you that?" Prue brushed some her away from Piper's face gently, locking it into the back of Piper's ear.

"Zero. Because no matter what you say, it's all my fault. Mom dying. Dad leaving us. It's all because of me." Then a tear dropped from her eye, as she turned her back at Prue and went upstairs. She didn't want to break down again. She had broken down too many times. It's unfair to Prue. She will just keep everything to herself while she can. But for how long?

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