A/N: Warning for self-harm. Short chapter this time, sorry.

Disclaimer: I still don't own Charmed.

That night Billie laid in bed pretending to sleep, waiting for the other occupants of the house to fall into a deep sleep. She knew she should just try to sleep but all she could think of was the knife in the bathroom and how good it would feel being ran across her skin. Turning to face Phoebe, Billie made sure she was asleep and wouldn't wake up. After a few moments she got out of the bed and slowly made her way into the bathroom. Grabbing the athame from its hiding place Billie grabbed some toilet roll and sat crossed legged on the floor. Taking a deep breath in Billie slowly and steadily dragged the sharp blade across her right thigh leaving a line of the most exquisite red Billie had ever seen. Watching the blood trickle slowly from her new wound for a few heart beats she grabbed her wad of tissue paper and pressed it roughly against the cut, wincing in pain that was fully welcomed. Billie's other hand was tracing the 'Worthless' on her other thigh to remind her of what she was now. Nothing. Broken. Worthless.

After her legs stopped bleeding Billie went back to the bed she was sharing with the middle Charmed sister. As soon as she climbed back into the bed Phoebe moved into her, throwing one arm over the blondes waist as if protecting her from all the bad in the world. Billie immediately felt ashamed, her mind going to her thigh and what the sisters would think if they knew what she was doing. Closing her eyes and trying to keep the tears from falling Billie fell into a fitful sleep.

"Billie, Billie, Billie, Billie. Now why did you have to do that?" The demon said after Billie spat at him. "All I wanted was a little fun, now I'm going to have to teach you some manners." One punch, two punch, three punch, four. All landing on Billie's ribs, two fractured, one broke but the fun wasn't finished yet. Walking over to a duffel bag in the corner of the cave and pulled out a small bottle.

"250 ml of acid." He said walking back over to Billie smiling. Slowly, carefully he began to pour it over the beaten blondes' stomach. Billie didn't scream she refused. Her eyes shone with pain and determination as she bit her lip as to not scream out.

"No, still not going to scream. Fine be that way. I like playing." He walked back over to the bag and pulled out to nails and a hammer. Walking back to Billie her grabbed one of her hands and placed the nail in the middle, taking back the hammer he slammed it into the nail. Billie screamed as the nail entered her hand and they both watched as the blood quickly bubbled out of the wound. Before Billie could react he did it to the other hand. Billie screamed again and held the tears back.

Leaving the nails in he went to retrieve something else from the bag. A small yellow box with two wires coming out of it with crocodile clips on the end. Attaching the wires to the nails in Billie's hand the demon flipped a switch. Billie's body spasmed in pain as she was electrocuted. She screamed until her throat was raw, and after what felt like forever the demon finally turned it off. Black spots clouded her vision but she couldn't pass out yet. That was weakness and Billie wasn't weak.

"Billie wake up." Phoebe whispered into younger girls ear. "Honey, it's just a dream wake up." Billie's eyes shot open as she breathed heavily. Phoebe stroked her hair and tried to calm her down. Billie closed her eyes again, leaning into the soothing motion.

"Don't let them get me. I don't want to tell them. Please."

"Tell them what sweetie?"

"I can't tell them, he'll hurt. Can't tell them."

"It's okay Billie he's gone he can't hurt anyone now. What can't you tell him?" Phoebe needed to know, she needed to know why those bastards hurt Billie, what information could possible make them do this to such a sweet girl.

Billie took in a shaky breathe. "I can't tell them about the Charmed one's, he'll hurt them, kill them. I- I can't let him hurt them." This information broke Phoebe's heart. Billie went through all that pain to protect her and her sisters. They probably could've fought the demon, killed them but Billie went through all that so they wouldn't have to.

"I have to protect them. I can't let him hurt them, hurt her. Demon free life, they deserve it." Billie whispered. "I have to protect them."

Phoebe stroked Billie's hair and whispered calming, soothing things into her ear until she fell back to sleep. Once she was sure that Billie was asleep she removed herself from the young girls clutches and went to her big sisters room. Knocking on the door, quietly but loud enough for her sister to hear she waited for Piper to come out.

"Pheebs? What's wrong?" Piper asked as she shut the door behind her. Tears were streaming down Phoebe's face. Piper led her younger sister into the kitchen and sat her down before busying herself making cups of teas. Setting one down in front of Phoebe she took a big gulp.

"So what's the matter sweetie?"

"They tortured her Piper. They wanted to know things but she didn't tell them." She said raising her shaky hand to drink some of the calming tea.

"We knew that Pheebs." Piper told her gently.

"They tortured her for information about us Piper. US. She refused to tell them. We could've handle it, whatever they threw at us but she took all that pain. She said and this is an exact quote 'Demon free life, they deserve it.' She went through all that, she willingly accepted her death so that we wouldn't have to fight a demon or two! Why? Why didn't she come to us? Let us help her. We could've protected her." Phoebe sobbed into her mug.

"I don't know Pheebs, you know Billie she's stubborn and she likes protecting others, but we'll get her through this, we'll get her back to normal."

A/N: So don't forget to review you lovely people. :D