Going home

Nov 03, 2005 17:22

After talking to Phoebe, Rogue called the Professor's direct line.

"Professor? I need to come home." A pause. "I don't want to talk about it over the phone." A single tear rolled down her already tear-stained face. "Yes, that's...I just can't be here anymore. I just want to come home." There was a longer pause, and more tears started streaming down. "Things don't make sense here. And they're throwing a FUCKING PARTY, Professor! A party!" Her sobs had been increasing as she speaks, to the point where it was hard to understand her words. "I just...want...my life...to make...sense again." Her sobs slowed to gentle hiccups as she listened. "I'll be ready. I just...I want you to make it better." She sniffed. "Yes, professor. I know you can't make it all okay, I'm not that naive. But," her voice dropped to a whisper, "I just want to be away from all this."

After hanging up, she started packing. She took enough clothes to be away until Monday, and left a note on Piper's bed:

P-
Gone home for the weekend. I just can't be here anymore. I'll be back Sunday or Monday. Don't worry.
-R

phone, leaving, fh

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