Hey guys, this chapter's on time! Yay!

---- Special thanks to Sabrina S. from Germany, because I couldn't reply to your review. Sure, I had to toss it in the ol' translator that I found on Google, but it was a really sweet review and I appreciate it. I also think that it's way cooler that it was in another language. Yeah, I'm a dork like that. :) Read on!

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Billie couldn't stop the tears from falling. How could this happen to her? She felt like she was going to be sick, but she'd already vomited enough times that day and she knew that she wouldn't again. She could practically feel the disgust radiating off of Phoebe, and couldn't imagine how sickened the older witch would be by her if she knew the whole story. She glanced around the kitchen, her eyes darting to the basement door and she wondered what Phoebe would do if she just locked herself in.

She'd probably just have Paige orb them down there.

"Have you told him?" Phoebe asked.

"I don't plan on it," Billie answered truthfully.

"He has a right to know, honey," she chided softly, trying to keep a level head about the situation.

"He has no right to anything!" Billie yelled, standing up rapidly and knocking her chair over with a crash. She backed away from Phoebe, suddenly feeling very claustrophobic. She heard someone rushing down the stairs and saw Piper and Paige come down as she entered the hallway.

"Wherza demon?" Paige asked, half asleep and not looking very threatening in her Cookie Monster pajamas and her hair in braids.

"There's no demon, honey," Phoebe said quietly before turning her attention back to Billie.

"Billie, sweetie, it's alright. You're going to be okay."

When Paige noticed Billie looking for an escape, she woke up completely and moved to block the front door slowly so what she was doing wouldn't be obvious. The last thing they needed was for her to run away again.

"What's going on, Bill?" she asked carefully.

Billie just shook her head, her hand over her mouth as if willing herself not to say another word. Phoebe took a cautious step towards the blonde and was opened her mouth to try and calm her again when Billie shook her head and ran past a baffled Piper into the kitchen. The sisters heard the door close and footsteps running down the stairs before Piper and Paige could try and figure out what was going on.

"I think you might want to sit down," Phoebe suggested.

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Billie was on her bed, face down and unsuccessfully trying to keep herself from crying. She tried to ignore the feelings of hopelessness that were washing over her like waves, but every time she calmed down, she'd think of another way this was ruining her life and she couldn't stop the tears from falling. Marriage. Friendships. School, parties, witchcraft. All of it was going to be put on hold or just plain screwed up because of him. Hearing soft footsteps on the stairs, she looked up to tell whoever it was to go away, but before she got the words out she started crying again.

Soon she felt a dip in the mattress and a hand on her back accompanied by Paige's voice whispering sweet nonsense in her ears. When she worked up enough strength to hold back her tears, she sat up and wiped her eyes. Paige looked at her expectantly, but didn't push any questions in her face. Yet.

"I'm sorry for waking you up," Billie apologized.

"Don't worry about it, sweetie. I've got nothing to do tomorrow anyway."

"I didn't mean to yell."

"I'm sure you didn't mean to, but what made you?" she said.

"You're going to hate me. Everybody's going to hate me."

"I could never hate you, honey, I promise. Just tell me why you yelled."

"I'm sure Phoebe told you everything, so why do I need to repeat it?"

"Well she told me what you yelled, and what she had said before you did, but I still don't know why you did."

"Because there's no way in hell I'm going to tell the fa- him!" She couldn't bring herself to call Cal the father. No, he wasn't the father of this child and as of that moment, it didn't have one.

"Why not?"

"Because I can't face him. I never want to see him again."

"Honey, whatever he did can't be so bad that the fact that he's a father should be withheld from him. It's okay if he ignored you after… Well I mean it's not okay because guys should never do that, and on that note girls shouldn't do it to guys either. It just shouldn't be done at all because it causes a lot of negative feelings and karma too, if you believe in that stuff. Which I don't personally, but-"

"You're rambling," Billie said, sniffling.

"Oh, right. Sorry. Anyway, he should know. So we're going to tell him. I'll go with you to his house or his dorm or whatever and when we break the news, I'll be right there with you whether or not he takes responsibility. And I'll give him a piece of my mind- and quite possibly a piece of my foot up his… well, I'll tell him what I think of him if he doesn't take responsibility."

"No, Paige. I can't."

"Billie, I know you're scared, but this is something you have to do. It's the right thing to do," Paige insisted as she placed her hand on Billie's.

Billie stood up off of the bed jerked her hand away from Paige, her eyes flashing. She couldn't deal with this, any of this. Paige didn't know what was going on, nobody knew; nobody understood. She was all alone, and there was no way out of this. It was her stupidity that got her into this mess, and nothing was going to make things right again.

"The right thing to do? He didn't do anything right, so why the hell should I give him the courtesy of even letting him see me?"

"Oh god, now I have to use a cliché. 'Two wrongs don't make a right,' Billie."

Billie couldn't control herself any more. She started shaking uncontrollably and nervous laughter escaped her mouth, sounding foreign to her. The situation was far from funny. She leaned up against the wall and slid down to the floor, clutching her knees against her chest. Thoughts raced through her mind, and she wasn't sure which ideas were being said aloud and which stayed in her head.

"Two wrongs. Two wrongs. Too wrong."

Paige started to look scared, and Billie didn't blame her. A part of herself seemed like it was detached from her body and she knew that she was acting far from sane. Paige approached her slowly and bent down to kneel across from her.

"Sweetie, look at me. Look at me," she repeated the line until Billie looked up. "I know you're scared and I know you might be embarrassed, but that doesn't matter because I'm here for you, okay?"

"There's nobody here for me. He won't be here for me, and I won't let him."

"Billie, you have to give him a chance."

"He didn't give me a chance," she replied quietly, now gazing past Paige's shoulder and into space, speaking to herself more than to Paige. She was now rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet, trying to shake all feeling from her body.

Paige frowned, not understanding. "Didn't give you a chance when?"

"Well, he did, I guess. He only gave me one chance. He gave me a chance to scream," she laughed again, unable to control the sounds coming from her mouth. "But no other chances, nothing. No chance to run, no chance to stop him."

Paige began to understand what Billie was talking about, and her eyes grew wide in disbelief. There was no way that Billie was… no, she couldn't have been.

"Billie, you need to tell me. Did he," she took a deep breath and started again. "Did you tell him no?"

"He didn't stop. He wouldn't stop. I kept saying no. I did, I swear I did. I promise, Paige! But he kept going," Billie said, an odd look on her face.

Paige couldn't take it. She stood up and walked up the stairs quickly, her eyes filling with tears. Billie knew she would leave. She knew that she was dirty and disgusting and that nobody would want to be near her ever again. But that didn't matter now. Nothing mattered anymore.

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Paige was about to go up to her room when she was stopped by her sisters. She tried to move past them, wanting more than anything to be left alone, but she was stopped by a hand on her shoulder.

"Woah there, Missy Paige, hold it. Did you help her?" Piper asked.

"Help her? Help her!? This is all my fault! Oh my god, this is all my fault," Paige was crying steadily now, unable to cope with what was happening. "How could I let this happen to her? I'm supposed to protect her!"

Phoebe put an arm around Paige to guide her to the couch. "Paige, what's going on? Calm down, honey."

"Calm down? I should have my wings clipped for this! I should have my wings clipped and my powers bound and my- my… my license revoked!"

"Your license?" Piper asked.

"She was- he- he forced her and I should have been there to stop it!" At this, Paige shrugged Phoebe off and orbed out of the room while her two older sisters sat in shock and fear.

I know this chapter was a lot of dialogue, but a. I like dialogue and b. This was a pretty big chapter character-wise, so we needed a lot of communication, especially between Paige/Billie and Phoebe/Billie. So let me know: did I handle this right? Was there something I could have done to make it better? Did it fulfill every hope and dream you've ever had and you just want to hunt me down and hug me for making you see the light about some event in your life that you happened to relate to this? I thrive on feedback, you know that. So hit that little blue button and go crazy:D