Chapter 8
"Daddy!" Prue yelled.
"Yes, I'm Paige's father," Sam said as he broke from Paige's grasp. He sat her down on the bed. Prue went to the bed and sat next to her, holding her hand, she wasn't going to let her sister go with some stranger.
"Prue, I'm your half-sister," Paige said looking down at the floor.
"I know," Prue said her voice drenched in kindness.
"Penny, when Paige leaves tomorrow I want her to come home with me," Sam said, facing Penny.
"There is no way she is going home with you," Penny said.
"Grams maybe you should go talk outside," Prue said.
"Yes, yes well let's go Sam," she said leaving the room with Sam.
"Paige don't worry you're not going with him," Prue said.
"I want to go with him," she whispered.
"Sweetie you hit your head, you don't know what you're saying," Prue said.
"Yes, I do I want to go with him," Paige said.
"Why don't you go to sleep, we can talk about this later," Prue said.
"I'm not tired, I don't want to talk about it later I want to talk about it now," Paige said.
"Paige, you don't want to go with him, he left you," Prue said.
"He didn't leave me," she said, "Grams threw him out."
"Paige, Grams wouldn't do that," Prue said.
"But she did Prue, I met him three years ago he told me," she said.
"Paige you were thirteen you didn't know what to believe," Prue said reassuringly.
"You're not listening," Paige said standing up and tried to start walking to the window. Her head throbbed, she thought about what had happened this weekend, she snuck out, got sick, her sisters moved in, a door threw her against the wall, she saw her dad again. A tear dripped down her cheek.
"Prue, I don't want to do this anymore," Paige said.
"Do what?" Prue asked placing her hand on Paige's back. Paige shrugged it off.
"Be smothered, like I'm some little kid, I'm not damn it! I'm old enough to make my own decisions," Paige said her voice rising.
"Paige, you're sixteen and you're not smothered," Prue said.
"Oh, really? How come when Phoebe sneaks out no one goes into frenzy? Like what happened with me?" Paige asked.
"Paige, you and Phoebe, you're so different from each other," Prue replied.
"So? Why would that matter?" Paige asked again, "I'm sick of being treated like a child, I'm not a child, Prue," Paige said turning to face Prue.
"You don't think I know that? Paige you are growing up quicker than anyone wants," Prue said.
"I don't care want they want!" Paige said, "I don't care if you think I should never grow-up, because I am."
"Paige don't use," Prue started to say.
"That tone with me? Well guess what you're not Mom or Grams," Paige said.
"Paige, don't go any farther," Prue said.
"Or what?" Paige dared.
"You don't want to find out," Prue said.
"Try me," Paige said. Prue knew Paige was becoming rebellious but this was ridiculous.
"You are going home with us tomorrow whether you want to or not," Prue said. Paige didn't say anything as Prue left the room. Paige wanted to go home with her dad; her sisters were smothering her, well except Phoebe. Paige didn't care about the attic anymore, she saw her dad for the first time in years and now she couldn't even talk to him. Grams walked in and stood next to Paige, putting her hand on Paige's shoulder. Paige turned to face Grams.
"Hi," Paige whispered.
"Prue told me what you said, she wasn't very happy," Grams said.
"I don't care," Paige said.
"You don't mean that," Grams said.
"Yes, I do," Paige said, "And I mean that I want to go home with dad."
"I talked to him," Grams said.
"No, you fought with him, you never just talk to a guy," Paige said.
"And he agreed with me," Grams said.
"No, you argued until you won," Paige said, "Like you always do."
"Paige, you aren't safe with him," Grams said.
"How do you know that?" Paige asked.
"The environment he lives in isn't a place for a sixteen year old," Grams replied, "And I don't always win."
"Oh yeah? Tell me when you didn't win?" Paige countered.
"Paige, I've been married four times," Grams said, Paige didn't say anything.
"See?" Grams asked.
"I still want to go with him," she said.
"I know, but I'm not allowing it," Grams said, "Paige he left you when you were young, why would you want to go with him?"
"He didn't leave me, he was forced to leave" Paige said.
"What makes you say that?" Grams asked.
"He told me," Paige said, "When I met him three years ago, which was three years after I found out I was Prue, Phoebe, and Piper's half sister, I just found out his last name."
"That's where you were when you ran away?" Grams asked.
"I didn't run away, I just took a day trip," Paige said, "I came home after a few hours."
"Yes, all muddy and out of breath," Grams said.
"But I came home, that's the point regardless of my appearance," Paige said. Paige remembered the day she met her dad.
Paige's Memory:
Everyone was busy in the kitchen, even Phoebe, today was the day Piper was leaving so everyone was distracted. In her bag, Paige had packed two water bottles, six granola bars, and a little bit of money. She knew where her dad was, at Camp Skylark. Paige didn't know why the name sounded familiar, but she didn't care she wanted to find her dad. She had slipped out the door and took off on her bike. Paige had stopped at a payphone about five minutes before she got to the camp. She dialed the Manor and Grams picked up on the first ring.
"Hello?"
"Grams?" I asked I needed to know it was her.
"Paige?"
"Yeah," I asked.
"Where are you? Are you okay? I'm coming to pick you up," Grams said.
"I'm fine, I'll be home in a few hours don't worry," I said, I hung up before Grams could reply. When I arrived the camp was deserted, I looked in some of the cabins, until I found the head person of the camp.
"Hello?" I asked.
"We're closed," she said, his back toward me.
"I know, I'm looking for Sam Wilder," I said.
"Cabin 12," She said, still not turning around.
"Thanks," I said, slipping out of the cabin. I knocked on the door to Cabin 12.
"Hello?" A guy asked.
"Hi, are you Sam Wilder?" I asked.
"Yes, you are?" he said his back was toward me just like the head of the camps was.
"I'm Paige Halliwell, your daughter," I said. He turned around and looked at me; he smiled and walked toward me.
"Is it really you?" he asked.
"Yes," I whispered. He hugged me, as tears dripped down my face. After that we talked, mostly about Mom, he showed me some old pictures of them together, he told me that he tried to keep me, that Grams won the rights considering she already had custody of her sisters. He offered to drive me home, but I told him no, if Grams saw him she'd freak. On my way home I ran out of water, and fell in a car driving by me splattered me with mud. Grams and I had a huge fight when I got home, but she never found out where I went, she couldn't get that out of me, all my sisters tried to but I didn't say anything.
End Memory