Chapter 7
Holy cow, has it really been that long since I've written? Sorry about that, everyone. I've been so busy, but today is a SNOW DAY! Hooray! So, I had some free time on my hands, and decided to write this up! It's dreadfully short, but hopefully it will hold y'all over until I get another, longer chapter written.
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Sabrina crouched behind the couch, her hands holding onto Elvis's collar, attempting to prevent him from blowing their cover.
"Surprise!" The room explodes in confetti as Daphne enters.
"Happy Birthday, Daphne," Sabrina smiles, standing up and letting Elvis go lick the birthday girl.
"It's your sweet sixteen, liebling!" Relda exclaims, brushing back the teen's messy hair.
Daphne grins, laughing as the party hat on the Great Dane's head tilted sideways. "Thank you!"
She greeted the princesses and the other Everafters that had attended her party, and then followed Relda into the kitchen. Moments later, a big hot-pink cake came out of the kitchen.
Sabrina hides a smile as princesses, monsters, and even the Three Bears began to sing 'Happy Birthday' to her little sister. Her smile vanishes however, as she recognizes a man lurking in the shadows.
She stalks over to him, carefully walking around Mowgli, Aladdin, and the frog prince.
"Puck!" she hisses, grabbing the collar of his shirt and yanking him into the hall closet.
"Whoa, easy on the goods."
"Shut up," Sabrina growls at him, poking him in the chest. "You're crashing my little sister's sweet sixteen!"
"I was invited!"
Sabrina stops, backing up against the shelf with the cleaning solutions. Her voice drops down to a deadly whisper. "What?"
"I. Was. Invited." Puck smirks as he spells it out for her.
"By who?"
"Relda. Face it, Sabrina. I'm not a bad guy. Your grandmother still likes me, your sister still likes me, heck, even your mother still likes me!"
"They don't understand," she snarls.
"Understand what?" the fairy snaps.
"You! My sister, my mom, my grandmother…No one understands you like I do."
"Well, sunshine, I'm flattered," Puck drawls.
She snorts. "Puh-leeze. It wasn't a compliment."
"I took it like it was." He steps closer to her.
Sabrina looks up at him, crossing long arms over her blue t-shirt, looking up at him through her eyelashes.
She reaches to the left for the doorknob but the Everafter grabs her hand. "Grimm, this is an opportunity to let it all out. Tell me what your problem is."
"You're my problem!" she says, aggravated.
"What else is new?" he asks.
"Puck, when you put the curse on me, it hurt. Sure, it was just a simple charm, and it was stupid, but it sucked, alright? Granted, I was fine physically, but it changed me. And yeah, you were mad. We both were. What were you thinking?"
"I was thinking that you loved me," he replies, yelling right back at her. "I was thinking that we had something special, something magic, and excuse me, but I didn't want to let that go. I didn't want to let you go!"
She blinks.
"Say something!" he roars at her.
Sabrina's eyes darken, and she slaps him with her free hand. "How. Dare. You." She pulls away, and begins pacing in the tiny room.
"Sabrina, look. Let's just get out of here. I came here because marshmallow asked me to, not to fight with you."
"You started this, so we're going to finish it, alright?"
He swallows hard.
"Maybe I did love you, back then. But I was stupid, okay? It was just some… thing. Some, teenage thing, like a rite of passage, like rebellion… falling for a guy I should never have; I could never have you, Puck. And, so instead of letting me go, you did something so horrible that I can barely even trust any guy. I can barely trust my own father anymore! The curse…" she cusses. "The curse that you put on me turned me against my family. Sure, it got me away from you, but it took me away from Granny and Daphne. It was the summer of senior year! Puck, it was supposed to be fun. We were supposed to start our future."
"What do you think I asked you for?"
"Because you're a selfish little boy who can't see past the end of your own nose!"
"Because I loved you, and wanted to start our future!" he retorts. "Why would I propose for anything else?"
Sabrina blinks back tears. "You thought I was yours. I went through high school like that, Puck. I was your girl and no other guys could even look at me. I didn't even start dating you until you declared we were going to prom together. Do you know how much that hurt? One of the guys asked me to prom, stood up to you… and do you remember what happened? I still ended up going with you. Do you know why? Because, even though you were a beast to me, I couldn't help but love you. I knew the future, and for once, I didn't want to change it. I told him no, and waited, and waited, and finally, an hour before prom, you told me that if it would stop my moping, you'd take pity on me, and take me to this itty bitty dance. It was PROM!" She's yelling now, choking off sobs at the ends of her sentences.
She notices that the music has stopped, and there's someone knocking on the door, but she doesn't care.
"Go away!" Puck shouts.
"Like that's going to help," she hiccups.
He smiles, but the joyful expression drops off his face as her jaw quivers.
"Sabrina," he scolds, his face softening. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry."
"Stop. You can't be all sweet and remorseful now. That time has passed. Now, I'm dating someone else, I'm finally talking to my dad again, and I'm back in Ferryport Landing, for Daphne, and no one else. Don't you dare think otherwise, not even for a second."
Someone bangs at the door. Puck lets a couple of curses fly in the Faerie language, and continues his barrage of insults with a commanded, "Leave!"
"Maybe I will," Sabrina huffs at him.
He groans in frustration. "Look, I don't know what else to say, okay? I just… never wanted to lose you, and when you said no… It was worse than losing you! I had to do something, and I couldn't leave, so I found the only way to get away from you."
"You used the Rapunzel curse."
"Yeah. I found it in one of Jake's books."
"Did you actually read what it did? Or did you just skim, and decide that this would do what you wanted? Did you think about the consequences, about what it would do to me? Did you know it would ruin my life?" Sabrina asks, hitting him with every question.
He grabs her wrists, and pulls into his arms.
"Let go of me," she commands, writhing against his grasp.
"I could say that I didn't want to hurt you, but I'd be lying, okay? I was mad, and it hurt, so I wanted to hurt you back. Call me a Neanderthal, if you want, but it's what I did."
"Captain Ahab has to go hunt his whale."
"Excuse me?"
"Revenge, pure and simple," Sabrina stops herself from shrieking.
"This is not about revenge," Puck replies.
"Liar!" she snaps.
He glares at her.
"It is revenge, just like the book, Moby Dick. Let go of me, Puck. It's over. It has been for a very long time, and this won't change anything. Stop trying to make it better. My life isn't a fairy tale; it never was, never will be. I don't have a prince charming, or even a misbehaved fairy king. I have a boyfriend, and I'm going to have a degree in police science in about three years. I'm going to have a life, and I will not let you mess that up for me. So, let. Go."
His fingers unwrap from her wrist. "Have a good life."
He opens the door, and Granny Relda was standing there tapping her foot angrily. "Puck."
The fairy turns into a ferocious, large white tiger, and roars, racing out the front door.
Everyone turns to look at Sabrina as she exits the closet. Relda gives her shoulder a small pat, and then turns back to the crowd.
"Who wants cake?"
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