locked to Jack [ parties_not_war ]

[barbedbouquet]

When Gavin had called her the first time she had been so afraid and angry, wondering how the heck he had managed to get a hold of her number, but she had ignored him and asked him not to call anymore. He hadn’t understood and kept calling, demanding to have the chance to meet Robert since he was his father and like hell she was going to do so, she told him as much and just plain ignored him, and well she really didn’t thought it was going to get worse hence she hadn’t told anyone what had happened.

Prue hadn’t been ready though when Gavin actually showed up, she had no idea how he found out where she lived, and all the resentment and hate and just bad blood between them had ensured in a yell match like the other people in her building had never heard before, it got even worse when the stupid man had the gall to seduce her and then…

…then he had hit her again and she had just gone ballistics then, she wasn’t the same girl she had been then and fought back, he clearly had no qualms of doing the same. It just stopped when she threaten to call the police, which really she should have done before and Gavin had just looked at her in a way that actually made her fear him.

”You really can’t keep him from me, he is my son and we either agree or I will just take him away.”

She had seen red then and he barely managed to get out of the way of a flower vase before he left her apartment, but not before telling her he was going to call her again and she was pretty sure he was stalking down the hallway (with probably some curious tenants looking) seething in anger, while she was left there, trembling and barely able to keep herself up, sore and hurting while flicking some blood away from her busted lip. “Well…fuck…”