Sabrina looked with disdain at the fluids on the ground, she didn't want to see them, didn't want to stay here. She just wanted to get home, take a shower, go to bed and maybe die. It sounded like one of her better options.
But no, Puck wouldn't let her go home. Wouldn't leave until she told him every heart-wrenching detail of Peter and the date from Hell. She didn't know why he bothered, it's not as if could change anything. No matter what, she was still a hoe who lost her virginity to a creep. Nothing he did could change that.
She started sobbing again, horrible, loud wails that couldn't seem to stop. He was there of course, his arms wrapped tightly around her, but that didn't stop them. If anything, it just made them worse.
Why couldn't he have asked her out? Why couldn't she have gone out on a date with him? Why did she only attract major assholes and jerks, and now rapists? Why couldn't she just be normal? Live in a normal town, have a normal boyfriend, go to a normal school, have normal friends, why?
When his arm slid under her legs she was hardly aware of it, she just held onto his neck, and continued to sob in his shoulder. "Where are we going?"
"Home. You should probably try to sleep, and I know you don't want to, but you need to tell the Old Lady about it too." They were flying now, and all she could do was nod. He seemed to relax a little when she nodded.
"Peter's not going to get away with this." The way he said it, he sounded so sure, he had no doubts that Peter would pay. To him it was already a done deal.
"Nottingham's not going to do anything, you know that, right?" Her voice was distant, as though she didn't really care, even though she did care. She cared enough to cry more and more every time she thought about it. Peter was going to be free, he could come back, and he could do whatever he wanted. Hell, Nottingham might even give him a gold medal for hurting a Grimm.
She hardly noticed when they landed on the porch, her mind was running like a jackrabbit, and she only became aware when Granny Relda's voice floated out of the now open door. "Sabrina? Sabrina, is that you, Liebling?"
She turned to Puck, and he was looking at her with interest, "Time to face the music?"
She shook her head, "No. No. Not right now, I've got to get cleaned up; I don't want her to see me like this."
"I think it might be a little too late for that." His arm was still around her waist when Granny Relda stepped out on the porch.
"Oh, my Lord! What happened to you, Liebling?"
A/N: Hey, good job on the first chapter guys! We've got a decent start but I know a lot more of you have story alerts than you four who reviewed! Don't be shy, I don't bite, swear it. This chapter is dedicated to HermioneGrangerisME, razzle-dazzle1606, Olympian-Goddess, sunshine6879- great job guys!
