Reese sat gently back on the bed in her old room, the familiar curtains and smell washing over her, causing her to forget momentarily why her subconscious had led herself back to the Halliwell manor and the desperation she felt in her heart. Piper stood on the other side of the bed fluffing pillows and setting extra covers in the seat by the window, her glance flickering back in between Reese and what she was doing, clearly worried about her.

"Piper," Reese began, unsure of what to say. Piper stopped what she was doing and waited for Reese to continue.

"I think I'm going to need to stay here for awhile, I can't be home right now." She said, biting her lip and wringing her hands together.

"Of course, honey. You can stay here as long as you need, you know that."

"I'm gonna see if Wyatt minds orbing me to get a few of my things." Reese said, rising from her bed.

"Chris is home, he can take you. Chris!" Piper called and Chris poked his head into Reese's room hesitantly, seeing Reese standing half way between the bed and the doorway, her head watching her feet anxiously, hands shoved deep in her pockets.

"Yeah, Mom?" He asked, not looking at Reese.

"Would you mind taking Reese over to her Dad's place to pick up a few of her things?" Chris was about to protest but stopped himself at the stern look his Mom was giving him and nodded.

"Sure. Here." Chris said, grabbing a hold of Reese's arm and orbing out. They reappeared in the small space of Reese's room. A petite lamp sat on the bedside table, its meagre glow filling the room with warm amber light, casting shadows across Reese's face as she walked slowly to her wardrobe, pulling a bag from the top shelf, causing her top to slide up revealing the smooth skin of her back. Chris turned away, picking up a photo beside her bed and staring at it. It was of her and Chris when they were sixteen. Reese's arms were slung casually around his neck and they were both pulling faces, Chris's eyes were crossed and Reese was poking out her tongue. His Mom had taken that photo at his sixteenth birthday party but he had never known that Reese had kept a copy of it by her bed.

"Sorry your Mom made you come with me. I was gonna ask Wyatt but she insisted. And you know what Piper is like once she insists." Reese said and Chris turned around, an amused smile on his face before he could stop himself. He didn't say anything though but only glanced down at the full bag in her hands.

"You ready?" He asked and Reese nodded.

"Reese, get down here!" Reese froze, her eyes going wide and the fear Chris saw there was real. She was absolutely terrified. She quickly let her bag drop down on the bed and tried to walk casually to the door but her stance was slumped and she approached the door with shaking hands and turned back to stare at Chris momentarily.

"I'll just be a second." Reese said in a quiet voice and slipped out the door. She made her way slowly down the stairs, coming into the kitchen hesitantly and came face to face with her father. His face was stern and inquisitive and she could smell the liquor and cigarettes on his breath.

"I spoke to Mrs. Murphy today, the Halliwell's neighbour." Her father began, spitting out the name like it was a bitter and disgusting taste in his mouth. He had always hated them and he had always hated her because of the powers she had. But he also knew that when it came down to it she would never use her powers against him and he knew that all too well and frequently used it to his advantage but the rage that had built up inside of Reese was pushing to the surface, threatening to spill over and for once in her life she didn't care. For once she knew that what he had done to her for the past four years was inexcusable and that her powers were not something he could punish her for. She was Reese Lawson, she was a witch and she was loved by the Halliwell family and to her, that was the only family she needed.

"You were spying on me?" She spat at him, disdain filling her every word.

"I told you to stay away from those Witches! They're why your mother is dead, them and their magic!" Her father said, his voice rising in anger. Reese felt her anger grow into fury and the light bulb above their head flickered and buzzed and then exploded, a showering of glass reigning down on her father's head.

"You killed my mother the day you married her! You punished her for her gift and she stopped using magic because you told her to! That she would be safe if only she would stop! So she did and when Barbas came and took her life with the very thing she feared the most, she was defenceless because you told her to bind her powers. You killed her!" Reese's voice rose until she was screaming shrilly in her father's face, her power and her rage overcoming her so when the backhand came she didn't feel it until she had crashed back into the dining room table, her head smashing against the tiled floor as she fell. She tasted the metallic of blood in her mouth and its wet sensation against her neck but she got to her feet all the same, even when the room blurred in front of her. Reese brought her hand up and sent her father sprawling into the kitchen cupboard, the door shattering from the strength behind her power and her father's form buckling and falling to the floor.

"Reese, don't!" Reese heard Chris's voice behind her faintly but all she could focus on was her father and her need to destroy him and to destroy what he had done to her. She went to raise her hand again when she felt the arms pushing her hands back down to her sides and the familiar blue and white light that suddenly surrounded her. Reese looked up to find herself in the manor's attic with Chris still holding her arms firmly at her sides. She gulped in all the air she could, fighting the urge to push Chris away as objects crashed across the room. Chairs broke against walls and lamps and vases shattered into a million pieces as Reese let the rage engulf her.

"What the hell is going on up here?" In the distant recesses of her mind Reese caught the voice of Piper and several footsteps trumping up to the attic and in one clear thought she had slammed and bolted the attic door, using her telekinesis to bar them from blowing down her barricade.

"Reese? Reese! You need to calm down!" Chris said, his voice raised and as Reese fell to her knees, he wrapped his arms around her as the attic was destroyed around them, her pain taking all the air from her lungs. She tried desperately to suck in all the air she could, to breath normally, to stop the sobs that racked her quivering frame. She felt Chris using his telekinesis to deflect a couch that had come hurtling toward them and heard its distant crash become a deafening roar in her ears as her breathing began to slowly steady.

"Just breathe, Ree, just breathe." Chris continued to whisper in her ear and at the sound of his voice softening she began to relax. When she finally had her breathing under control she turned to stare at him and he grimaced at the tears in her eyes and brushed hair back from her face then placed it behind her head, pulling his hand back instantly with the wetness of blood.

"Reese, you're hurt." Chris seemed shocked by this, clearly not understanding the reason why her anger had come to breaking point.

"He hit me. I must have fallen and bumped my head." Reese explained in a low voice.

"He hit you!?" Chris snarled, his eyes alight with rage and his teeth gritted together as he swore under his breath.

"I'm going to kill that son of a bitch!" He roared, unable to control the anger that welled up inside of him at the thought of anyone hurting Reese.

"Down boy. I think the attic is destroyed enough for one night, don't you?" Reese said, trying to lighten the mood, seeing the pure hatred that she knew had been in her eyes not long before.

"Now you know why I didn't come back." She said in a low voice, looking at the floor.

"You must think I'm such an asshole." Chris said with a shake of his head.

"No, you had every right to be angry with me. I should have told you." Reese explained and looked up into Chris's eyes, seeing the anger and the betrayal no longer there. She smiled softly at this and squeezed his hand.

"I understand why you couldn't though." He answered before muffled voices caught his attention.

"Chris!? Reese? What the hell is going on in there? Something's blocking the door, I can't seem to blow it up!" Piper called and Reese smiled, stifling laughter.

"Sound familiar?" Chris asked, amusement lighting up his eyes.

"Was that the time we were convinced by your big brother to block his bedroom door with our telekenisis so Piper wouldn't find out he was making out with Lucy Melvin?" Reese questioned, her lips quirking up into a playful smile.

"And when we realised we weren't gonna get anything out of it you orbed us downstairs so Wyatt could take the wrap." She finished, both of them laughing heartily at the memory. The pounding on the door continued.

"You okay?" Chris checked one last time before unblocking the door which instantly exploded into a million little pieces.

"Oops!" Chris said, realising he should have warned his Mom before she destroyed the attic door.

"Can someone please tell me what the hell is going on in here!? Piper said, instantly seeing Reese and Chris sitting close beside each other on the floor and the furniture shattered all over the attic.

"Woah." Paige breathed, peeking her head around to survey the damage. Piper looked back at Reese, noticing the drying tears on her cheeks and the concerned look Chris was giving her as she leaned her head forward, clearly in some kind of pain.

"Paige, can you go grab Wyatt? And make sure Melinda stays downstairs." At the serious quality of Piper's voice, Paige only nodded and disappeared down the hall.

"What happened?" Piper asked gently, coming to kneel by Reese to check her wound. It was bleeding freely but didn't look too deep but she guessed Reese would have a killer of a headache. Piper looked back up to study her face and saw the large bruise forming across her cheek.

"Oh." Was all she could manage to choke out, her hand instantly coming to her mouth in shock.

"He...hurt you, didn't he?" Piper asked, wanting to know for certain, the words causing her stomach to squirm and tie itself in knots. Reese nodded.

"I felt trapped, Piper. Sounds pretty dumb considering I'm a powerful witch, huh? But he had power over me and he knew it. It was the same power he had over my Mom." Reese said all at once, letting out a tired sigh. Piper nodded, understanding completely the situation that Reese had felt she was in. Tied to her Dad and tied to what he believed was right. She had been downright terrified of him.

"Not dumb." She answered simply and smiled.

"Woah! What the hell happened in here?" Wyatt walked slowly into the attic, taking in the chaos that lay across the floor then focused on three of the people he knew and loved sitting on the floor in the middle of the destruction.

"Heal now, talk later." Reese said and Wyatt obliged, healing her injuries but not asking any further questions. It was clear to him that she had had enough for one night.