Mr. Dennison- Girls claimed he made them sleep in his truck

Disclaimer: I do not own the sisters grimm

"Where are we going, Sabrina?" Daphne asked, with a sorrowful face. Earlier that morning, the girls had woken up to find Robbie gone. Daphne had been heartbroken, and she still was.

"We're going back to the orphanage." Sabrina said. She held her sisters hand tightly, as they walked through the busy streets of New York.

"What?! That place is awful, Sabrina. Why are we going back?"

"Because… where else can we go?" Sabrina had thought all morning of the answer to that question. They had no relatives, and if they're family friends hadn't offered to adopt or help them before, why would they now?

"Fine. And just so you know, I'm hungry."

Sabrina ignored her little sister, and she glared at a man who bumped into them. "Watch it." He growled. Sabrina hurried Daphne along, and finally they stopped at the orphanage. "I don't want to go in there." Daphne whimpered.

"I don't either, but what either choice do we have, Daph?"

She pressed the doorbell, and someone opened the door right away.

Unfortunately, it had to be Ms. Smirt.

"Why is she always behind doors?" Puck complained. "I mean, when we were 12, she appeared twice every time we opened the door!"

"You make no sense at all, Puck."

"That's how I roll."

Even Mr. Canis rolled his eyes.

"Of course. I got the call from Ms. Longdon. I have to say, I'm very disapointed. You locked her in a bathroom and threatened to kill her. I'm going to have to tell the government about this." Ms. Smirt said.

"She said her toliet was haunted! And she wanted to sacrifice a poor bunny!" Daphne cried.

Ms. Smirt pursed her lips. "Lies. Tell me more of them, and I'll wash your mouth with soup." She turned on her heel and started walking. "Well? What are you waiting for?" She snapped.

Sabrina led Daphne inside, and took off the little girl's coat for her.

"Go straight to your room. If I see you wandering around, I will personally-"

"Ms. Smirt! Molly's pulling my hair!" A red- headed girl shrieked, running out to the hallway. Ms. Smirt scowled. "Debbie, Sophia, go to your rooms."

"My name is Sabrina, by the way." Sabrina snapped, as they passed Ms. Smirt in the hall.

"Ew." Sabrina pinched her nose, pushing her bowl of 'Sunday Special' towards the counter. "I don't want this."

"Come on, Sabrina, this tastes great!" Daphne gulped. "Yuck, Daphne." Sabrina shuddered, as she went back to her seat beside her sister. "You like everything." Daphne glared at her, before going back to eating.

"Are the Grimms here?" Ms. Helpin, a fat and rude supervisor asked. "Here!" Sabrina said, grabbing Daphne's wrist and pulling her up.

"Come with me. We have a foster parent here who wants to see you." Ms. Helpin snapped. Under her breath she muttered, "heaven knows why." The kids in the cafeteria starred as the girls shuffled past. Some starred with jealousy, some with bemusement, and some with hate.

Yes, the girls had made many enemies in the orphanage.

"Here we are." A gruff voice said from the front of the truck. The door to the back of the pick- up truck opened, and sunlight burst in. "Come on."

They stepped out of the truck to step into some mud. "Ew." Daphne said, stomping to dry grass. "Ew." Sabrina agreed, splashing over to where Daphne was standing. "This here is my home, you better behave nicely." Mr. Dennison growled. His eyes were bloodshot red, and he had a short beard and bushy mustache. The little hair on his hand was neatly brushed, and he wore a suit.

"Jacob, what on earth are you doing?" Granny Relda sighed. Uncle Jake's head snapped up. He had been leaning over something, and muttering to himself. This had been going on for about twenty minutes, and Daphne decided that they should choose someone to ask Uncle Jake if he was going crazy. It turned out to be Granny Relda.

"Um, are you okay, Jake?" Granny said. Puck snickered, and Sabrina smacked him. "Of course! I'm just looking for a cure to get out of this place." Uncle Jake explained. He cast a nervous look at the walls.

"Oh, I forgot. Poor you. Claustrophobic."

Mr. Canis chuckled and Sabrina and Puck burst out laughing.

"What does Cla- claw- strop- fobic mean?" Daphne asked. "It's means when you can't stand being in small places." Sabrina explained, between laughter. "Well, I don't think it's funny. Don't laugh at uncle Jake, guys." Daphne pouted.

She walked over to where Uncle Jake was sitting and patted him on the shoulder. "It's okay, uncle Jake. No one cares that your afraid of small places."

At the orphanage, Mr. Dennison had said yes to taking care of the girls before he even saw them. Ms. Smirt had shuffled them to the truck, and had pinched their shoulders as a goodbye. Sabrina was sure she would have bruises in the morning.

" Now, take off your shoes right here." Mr. Dennison pointed to a 'Welcome' mat right outside of the door. Daphne glanced at Sabrina, and Sabrina shrugged. She slipped off her shoes, and waited.

Mr. Dennison held a spray bottle of a splashy blue liquid as he stomped over to them. "Stand still and close your eyes." He muttered. Sabrina raised her eyebrows. What was this guy going to do to her? "Just do it." Daphne whispered to her, slipping her small hand into Sabrina's. Sabrina nodded, a crease appearing over her eyebrows.

They closed their eyes.

A sticky substance was sprayed all over them, and Sabrina shrieked. "Stay still!" Mr. Dennison boomed.

"Oh my god, what was he doing?" Granny Relda asked.

"I think he was spraying windex on the children." Mr. Canis explained.

"Ew! So that's what it was?" Sabrina shuddered.

"Open your eyes now." Mr. Dennison said. The girls opened their eyes, wincing. "Yucko." Daphne muttered, poking her skin.

"Now…" Mr. Dennison mumbled. He disappeared around the house. "What do you think he's doing?" Daphne asked. "No idea." Sabrina said, truthfully.

Mr. Dennison returned with a hose in his hand.

"Stand still." He said again.

"God, no." Sabrina groaned.

Mr. Dennison turned the hose on, and it went on full blast. It sprayed the girls with icy cold water.

"STOP!" Daphne yelled.

The water slowly turned to a trickle. "Sparkly clean." Mr. Dennison said approvingly. He slipped past Daphne and Sabrina, and opened the door. "Come in." He said impatiently. Sabrina and Daphne shared a look. "Um, 'kay?" Sabrina said, stepping inside. Daphne followed.

"Wow?"

Daphne looked around in wonder. The house ceiling reached Mr. Dennison's head, and the walls were painted a boring peach colour. There was two black leather sofas, and a flat screen t.v. on the wall. The kitchen was so clean that the counter top shined.

"Must be torture for you to live there." Puck shuddered. "I would go crazy after a few days!"

"We do not need your side comments, Puck." Granny Relda said. Puck chuckled. "Of course you do! If I wasn't here-"

"We wouldn't be in this mess." Sabrina finished harshly. Puck guiltily looked away.

"Come." Mr. Dennison led them to the stairs, and they stomped up them. The doors to all the rooms were open, and Sabrina could see queen sized beds in every room. "This the washroom." He stopped outside of a a blue door. Sabrina winced at her memory of bathrooms. The peeked inside, and thankfully, there wasn't one dead animal body on the floor.

"Where's our room?" Daphne asked.

"You don't have a room." Mr. Dennison snapped.

"What? Where are we going to sleep? In your truck?" Sabrina said sarcastically.

"That's exactly where you're going to sleep." Mr. Dennison replied.

"The only reason I hired you two is to keep this house clean. And for you to make food for me." Mr. Dennison said.

Sabrina didn't reply.

She already had a plan.

A/N: Hey guys! Sorry I took so long. I'm going to post another author's note later, but for now, hope you enjoyed the chapter!