Phone Call
Phoebe was writing down a chronological order of how the attacks had started and progressed when the house phone started ringing. The Caller ID didn't look familiar so she picked it up. "Hello?"
Her face went white and then red.
"How the fuck did you get this number?" ...
"No. I told you I didn't want anything to do with you." ...
"You don't understand my attitude?" ...
"Well, gee, maybe that's because I actually do face up to my responsibilities." ...
"Bullshit. You don't get a voice in that. You didn't want one before, you don't get one now." ...
"What happened, Victor? Grams and Piper wouldn't talk to you so you thought you could tug on my heartstrings?" ...
"That doesn't work and it never will." ....
"Oh, I don't know, it might be because you fucking walked out on us when I was barely a year old?!" ....
"No, you listen! You were nowhere to be found when Mom died. You didn't even check on us.... I watched Paige die and you still didn't show!" ...
"Oh get off of it! You never wanted us to be who we were and Grams wouldn't let you stop it." ...
There were tears streaming down Phoebe's face.
"Prue has been missing for months and all you can ever say is let her go. Well, you know what, I DON'T let things like that go. Piper and I lost one sister and I'm not going to let you cause us to lose another one." ...
"I'm warning you, stay the hell away from me. I've done fine without a father all of this time and I damn sure don't need you, now." ...
"Stay away from me, Victor." ...
"You have some gall, trying to manipulate me? Let me give you some friendly advice. Leave me alone. I have friends and family who are around me who will not let me be messed with, nor will they let me be hurt." ...
"No, consider it the last friendly advice you get from me. Come near me, and I'm sure one of them would be happy to give you a personal escort to hell."
Phoebe was so angry, she threw the phone into the wall where it smashed into pieces.
Her face went white and then red.
"How the fuck did you get this number?" ...
"No. I told you I didn't want anything to do with you." ...
"You don't understand my attitude?" ...
"Well, gee, maybe that's because I actually do face up to my responsibilities." ...
"Bullshit. You don't get a voice in that. You didn't want one before, you don't get one now." ...
"What happened, Victor? Grams and Piper wouldn't talk to you so you thought you could tug on my heartstrings?" ...
"That doesn't work and it never will." ....
"Oh, I don't know, it might be because you fucking walked out on us when I was barely a year old?!" ....
"No, you listen! You were nowhere to be found when Mom died. You didn't even check on us.... I watched Paige die and you still didn't show!" ...
"Oh get off of it! You never wanted us to be who we were and Grams wouldn't let you stop it." ...
There were tears streaming down Phoebe's face.
"Prue has been missing for months and all you can ever say is let her go. Well, you know what, I DON'T let things like that go. Piper and I lost one sister and I'm not going to let you cause us to lose another one." ...
"I'm warning you, stay the hell away from me. I've done fine without a father all of this time and I damn sure don't need you, now." ...
"Stay away from me, Victor." ...
"You have some gall, trying to manipulate me? Let me give you some friendly advice. Leave me alone. I have friends and family who are around me who will not let me be messed with, nor will they let me be hurt." ...
"No, consider it the last friendly advice you get from me. Come near me, and I'm sure one of them would be happy to give you a personal escort to hell."
Phoebe was so angry, she threw the phone into the wall where it smashed into pieces.