Sunday Night -- After The Mugging
To say that Phoebe was a hysterical mess when she finally slammed into the manor would not have been an overstatement of fact. Demonic powers and really nasty evil creatures, she was accustomed to being waylaid by. A man with a gun in the park was not something she was accustomed to.
As soon as Phoebe slammed the door shut behind her, she fumbled to lock every lock on the door. It was only after she looked out the window in the door to see that he hadn't followed her, that Phoebe leaned against the door, trying to stop the panic and get the sobbing under control.
Safe. She was safe.
Grams swept into the foyer. "Darling, what's wrong?" she said, seeing Phoebe's tears.
Phoebe turned and lifted her face. When she saw Grams, she rushed to her and held onto her.
"Mugged. Gun. Knows where I live."
Grams hugged Phoebe close. "My poor girl," she said comfortingly. "You're safe here. He can't hurt you."
"Gun."
"He can't hurt you," Grams assured her again.
"I was just out walking like I usually do," Phoebe whispered. "He grabbed me... told me if I screamed..."
"You're safe now, Phoebe," Grams said firmly. She frowned. "How dare he," she fumed. "No man treats a Halliwell woman like that."
Piper had been up in her room when she heard some sort of commotion.
"What's going on?" she asked when she wandered downstairs.
Phoebe looked up at Piper. "I got mugged... threatened to be killed with a gun...."
"We need to call the police," Grams said. "Let them handle it. This is a mortal matter."
Phoebe shook her head fearfully. "Grams, no. He has my license! He knows where I live. If I call the police he'll kill me."
"Not before I kill him first," Piper threatened. She wasn't thinking rationally at the moment.
"Phoebe Halliwell, get a hold of yourself," Grams said sternly. "If you think someone is going to hurt one of my granddaughters, well, you're sorely mistaken."
Phoebe was trying to calm down, she really was.
"He shoved a gun in my back, more than once." Phoebe said wrapping her arms around herself, and then sitting on the stairs. "You can't kill him, Piper, he's human." But her slight smile said she appreciated the sentiment.
Piper didn't say anything. Instead, she sat beside Phoebe and hugged her, glad she was safe now.
"The important thing is that you're all right," Grams said. "The police will catch this man and deal with him.
"Too bad he wasn't a demon," she muttered under her breath. "Then I could whip up a vanquish potion.
Phoebe looked at the ground.
"That's the thing, I wish it had been a demon. I've been learning and studying the book -- and now I have my hunting class with Mr. Winchester. A demon I could have dealt with." She looked at Grams. "I wasn't prepared to be attacked by a human."
"Humans can be just as bad as demons," Grams said. "Especially men."
"Why can't we vanquish human evil?" Piper asked, still not thinking rationally. "I think human evil is scarier anyway."
"Because mortal laws deal with mortal crimes," Grams said. "It is not our place to play judge and jury."
Phoebe looked at Grams.
"I never saw his face, Grams," Phoebe said quietly. "He was behind me. All I remember is his voice... and that gun..."
Phoebe looked down again, tears welling in her eyes as she started to shake.
"I won't let him hurt you, Phoebe," Grams said firmly. "And neither will your sisters."
Piper nodded in agreement. "You're safe here."
Phoebe had no doubt that Grams would keep her safe, and so would her three sisters. However, what wiould happen when she went back to school?
"My Fandom High ID was in my purse," she groaned softly, remembering. "What an end to what had been a good weekend."
Scared to leave home tonight, Phoebe? What makes you say that?
"Phoebe, we're going to call the police, and when they're gone, you're going to go upstairs to your room and take a nice hot bath," Grams said. "That and a good night's sleep will put your mind more at rest."
"Grams," Phoebe reminded her softly. "I'm supposed to go back to school tonight. If I miss classes, I'll get detention."
"Nonsense, I'll call the school and explain," Grams said.
"If you think that's best, Grams." Phoebe ran her hands through her hair. It was obvious she was relieved that she could stay safe with her family for a little while longer.
"Yes," Grams said. "You're going to stay here a little longer until you get over this. I'm sure the school will understand."
Phoebe nodded. "When you call the school, Principal Zoe Washburn is the one to talk to, I think." She dropped her head into her hands, before leaning against Piper again.
She couldn't believe she had gotten mugged.
Grams gave both her granddaughters a comforting hug. "You run upstairs, Phoebe," she ordered. "I'll deal with things down here. I'm sure the school will understand you need a few days to recover from this."
[[OOC: Again, NFB due to distance. Thanks to pennyhalliwell and cookinggeek for their help.]]
As soon as Phoebe slammed the door shut behind her, she fumbled to lock every lock on the door. It was only after she looked out the window in the door to see that he hadn't followed her, that Phoebe leaned against the door, trying to stop the panic and get the sobbing under control.
Safe. She was safe.
Grams swept into the foyer. "Darling, what's wrong?" she said, seeing Phoebe's tears.
Phoebe turned and lifted her face. When she saw Grams, she rushed to her and held onto her.
"Mugged. Gun. Knows where I live."
Grams hugged Phoebe close. "My poor girl," she said comfortingly. "You're safe here. He can't hurt you."
"Gun."
"He can't hurt you," Grams assured her again.
"I was just out walking like I usually do," Phoebe whispered. "He grabbed me... told me if I screamed..."
"You're safe now, Phoebe," Grams said firmly. She frowned. "How dare he," she fumed. "No man treats a Halliwell woman like that."
Piper had been up in her room when she heard some sort of commotion.
"What's going on?" she asked when she wandered downstairs.
Phoebe looked up at Piper. "I got mugged... threatened to be killed with a gun...."
"We need to call the police," Grams said. "Let them handle it. This is a mortal matter."
Phoebe shook her head fearfully. "Grams, no. He has my license! He knows where I live. If I call the police he'll kill me."
"Not before I kill him first," Piper threatened. She wasn't thinking rationally at the moment.
"Phoebe Halliwell, get a hold of yourself," Grams said sternly. "If you think someone is going to hurt one of my granddaughters, well, you're sorely mistaken."
Phoebe was trying to calm down, she really was.
"He shoved a gun in my back, more than once." Phoebe said wrapping her arms around herself, and then sitting on the stairs. "You can't kill him, Piper, he's human." But her slight smile said she appreciated the sentiment.
Piper didn't say anything. Instead, she sat beside Phoebe and hugged her, glad she was safe now.
"The important thing is that you're all right," Grams said. "The police will catch this man and deal with him.
"Too bad he wasn't a demon," she muttered under her breath. "Then I could whip up a vanquish potion.
Phoebe looked at the ground.
"That's the thing, I wish it had been a demon. I've been learning and studying the book -- and now I have my hunting class with Mr. Winchester. A demon I could have dealt with." She looked at Grams. "I wasn't prepared to be attacked by a human."
"Humans can be just as bad as demons," Grams said. "Especially men."
"Why can't we vanquish human evil?" Piper asked, still not thinking rationally. "I think human evil is scarier anyway."
"Because mortal laws deal with mortal crimes," Grams said. "It is not our place to play judge and jury."
Phoebe looked at Grams.
"I never saw his face, Grams," Phoebe said quietly. "He was behind me. All I remember is his voice... and that gun..."
Phoebe looked down again, tears welling in her eyes as she started to shake.
"I won't let him hurt you, Phoebe," Grams said firmly. "And neither will your sisters."
Piper nodded in agreement. "You're safe here."
Phoebe had no doubt that Grams would keep her safe, and so would her three sisters. However, what wiould happen when she went back to school?
"My Fandom High ID was in my purse," she groaned softly, remembering. "What an end to what had been a good weekend."
Scared to leave home tonight, Phoebe? What makes you say that?
"Phoebe, we're going to call the police, and when they're gone, you're going to go upstairs to your room and take a nice hot bath," Grams said. "That and a good night's sleep will put your mind more at rest."
"Grams," Phoebe reminded her softly. "I'm supposed to go back to school tonight. If I miss classes, I'll get detention."
"Nonsense, I'll call the school and explain," Grams said.
"If you think that's best, Grams." Phoebe ran her hands through her hair. It was obvious she was relieved that she could stay safe with her family for a little while longer.
"Yes," Grams said. "You're going to stay here a little longer until you get over this. I'm sure the school will understand."
Phoebe nodded. "When you call the school, Principal Zoe Washburn is the one to talk to, I think." She dropped her head into her hands, before leaning against Piper again.
She couldn't believe she had gotten mugged.
Grams gave both her granddaughters a comforting hug. "You run upstairs, Phoebe," she ordered. "I'll deal with things down here. I'm sure the school will understand you need a few days to recover from this."
[[OOC: Again, NFB due to distance. Thanks to pennyhalliwell and cookinggeek for their help.]]