Disclaimer: I do not own Charmed.
A/n: Sorry this chapter is a day late. My computer has a horrible virus so things are going a little slowly. Hopefully I'll have Dec. 14 up before the end of the day.
Tales of December
a story by Ryeloza
Phoebe: December 13, 1992
Phoebe lounged on the front steps, legs crossed, bouncing her right foot. She might have looked impatient or angry or upset except for the huge grin on her face that contradicted her physical actions. Generally by this time of the day, she was out of the house and far, far away from her family—who drove her more crazy than any family had a right too, she thought—but today was an exception. Today was a day for celebration.
Today Grams had finally kicked her moronic husband, Richard, out of the house.
That morning Phoebe had woken to the sound of screaming (nothing unusual there) and very seriously considered climbing out of the window to escape unnoticed. As she opened the curtains, however, she saw the trunk of Richard's car open and half-full of his crap.
"He's leaving! Oh! Piper, he's leaving!" she had said, practically jumping up and down.
"Hooray," Piper had responded before rolling over in bed. Later, Phoebe was sure, she'd be more enthusiastic. None of them were particularly fond of Richard, especially Phoebe. All he and Grams seemed to do was fight and the whole house felt tense because of the anger. Phoebe had been waiting for him to get the boot since the day he moved in.
So this Sunday morning she'd been lying outside enjoying the view of Richard leaving forever. Behind her, the door opened again and she craned her head back to see Richard and Grams, not shouting; Richard had an ugly lamp in one hand and his car keys in the other. This was it. Bon voyage, adios, goodbye forever you major asshole.
"I don't ever want to see you around here again," Grams said. For the first time in a long time, Phoebe admired the steel tones of her grandmother's voice.
"Don't worry about that!"
Richard stalked over to his car and tugged open the front door. As he got in, he turned to look back one more time. Phoebe gave him a tiny wave of her fingers and then left only the middle one up. With a huff, Richard turned on the car and drove out of their lives forever.
"Good riddance!"
"You can say that again."