Chapter 7-Phoebe's Plan Pans Out Part 2

We sat in complete silence for a while. I didn't ask her questions or even look in her direction. I know she was hurt by it but I couldn't bring myself to. She basically abandoned me when I needed her most. For some reason, get last nights dream out of my head. It was my fourteenth birthday and I was sitting in a pool of mom's blood. I could smell it and feel it as if it was actually happening and when I tried to call Leo or Wyatt, nobody came. She died and all I could do was watch. A demon had come up behind her and stabbed her with an athame and before I knew it he just left. I ran over to her and tried to stop the bleeding by applying pressure with a towel and my hands. My hands were covered in blood as she used her shaking icy ones to brush mine away, knowing it had no effect. I looked at her, tears streaming down my face and she slowly shook her head no, indicating what I already knew deep down inside. There was no use, she was gone. I ran my bloody hands through my long brown hair. Feeling the blood wipe into it and run down my face slowly. Later that night, after Aunt Phoebe and Aunt Paige had come and her body had been taken to the morgue, I was still sitting there, covered in her blood. Just sitting and looking off into space. Leo orbed in and asked what happened. Aunt Paige told him and he cried too. That was the beginning of the end for me. After that everything fell apart. All because mom wasn't there anymore.

Suddenly, I was snatched out of my thoughts by Piper placing a hand on my cheek. I looked at her to see her looking at me concerned. "You OK, sweetie?"

I blinked a few times, taking in my surroundings before going. "Uhh, Yeah, I uh, better be going before your husband comes back." I started to stand-up until she placed a hand on my shoulder.

"He's not coming back Chris. Not this time." Piper answered with a look of pure honesty on her face.

"Whatever, I still need to get out of your house."

"No you don't. I want you here. Please, baby, Leo's not coming back, most likely Wyatt's not coming back. It's just you and me. This is your house too. It runs in the family."

I turned around, away from the door to look at her. I know my eyes reflected the pain I felt from the dream and by her look of sympathy, she could see it. She walked toward me and put her hand on my cheek lovingly. "Oh sweetie." she whispered pulling me into a hug again. This time I hugged her back.

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As it turned out, there was a demon that my past self had vanquished a brother of that had cast a spell on Wyatt and Leo to turn them against me, hoping it would lead to my self destruction. We vanquished it and I found out that Wyatt is one kick-ass brother and Leo's a pretty good guy after you give him a chance. Mom and Me are closer then ever.

As time went by, I learned that dreams are just that, dreams, and as long as you take the right roads in life, the bad ones won't come true. My past self risked his life to give me a better one. The first sixteen years or so were pretty bad but the rest, so far, have been great.

Now, I'm almost twenty-three. Bianca and I are getting married in the summer. It may have took me a while but I finally got what I always wanted, a loving family.

I guess what they say is true. The best things in life are worth waiting for.