After the cops did their questioning, they let us go to go back home. Puck and I walked back to the car in silence. Not a word from either of us.
He started the car and I turned to him.
The look on his face had made me feel sorrow. He looked as if someone had stolen his only love and then murdered them.
He turned to me and said,"I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"For not stopping that dirty excuse of an Everafter. You should have let me take care of him." he said as he turned the key that had been dangling from the ignition.
I sighed,"Why are you always doing that?"
He looked at me in confusion,"You're always thinking that everything is your fault."
"Well I learned it from the best."
I turned towards him and gave him a hard stare,"I'm not even going to ask what that means. You probably meant that I'm so unstable so I alwyas think that everything that everybody does always revolves around me. Probably that's the reason why it took you so long to say that you 'loved me'. All through our whole time in high school, you hardly said a single word to me and then a few weeks ago, you start telling me that you love me and that you always have."
He turns back to me and returns my glare,"Now you really do sound like some stuck up, self centered girl who just can't wait to get around people just so she can feel the pity that everyone else is so stupid to give her. I wasn't saying any of that and I didn't talk to you that much in high school because I knew that you were hurting. I thought that becoming close to you would just make you think of the stupid war and all the people who died. I started talking to you again this year because I sensed the difference. I could tell that you were getting better and I wanted to help. I've always loved you."
I turned to the window and suddenly felt a huge wave of guilt flood over me. I had been so mean and judgemental of Puck and that wasn't fair. The car started to move and I watched the trees fly by until we made it up the driveway of Granny's house.
When Puck stopped the car, I stepped out and walked towards the front door. I waited for Puck and then held the door open for him as we stepped in.
Good thing I did because I sure wouldn't have wanted to face what I did alone.
Granny was standing on top of the stairs with her hands on her hips and a scowl on her face.
"Where have you two been?"
Puck stepped in front of me,"We went to the mall, but couldn't find anything so we came back."
Granny's scowl widened as she motioned for us to come up the stairs and sit on the couch in the living room.
When we were seated she said,"I know that you went to go see Mirror. The police force called to let me know since Sabrina is still in her therapy sessions and shouldn't be anywhere near anyone who was part of the enemy force of the war. Also, I heard that he was forming another plot and the police thought it was in your best interests that I know. Besides all of that, you lied to me. You told me you were going with Sabrina, but Red called to see if you came in okay since you weren't answering your phone. Do you have anything to say for yourselves?"
Puck and I looked at each other and then looked back into our laps with a shake of our heads.
"Well, both of you are grounded. Two weeks. No phones or television. You can use your computers but only for an hour a day so use it wisely. Also, no leaving the house and you have to let me know who will be coming over and I will either approve or decline. Are we clear?"
We both nodded and stood up to go to our rooms. When I got into the room, I finally let my anger out.
I picked up the pillow on my bed and chucked it at the wall. Then I took the shoe off of the floor and chucked it out the window. The next thing to go was the picture frame that held a photo of me and Red on our first day of middle school. When the frame hit the ground, the glass shattered.
I let out a scream of agony when a piece of glass bounced back up and sliced my leg. The scream also held all of the saddness and despair that I had felt over the years.
I heard the shuffling of feet and then Puck came rushing in. He stood in the doorway and gave me an up-down. He noticed the blood that was gushing out of my leg and saw the tears running down my face. He assured Granny that I was alright and then came in, shutting the door behind him.
He lifted me up bridal style and carried my sobbing self into the bathroom. He sat me on the toilet and pulled medical supplies out of my cabinet. I stared at the top of his head as he leaned over to clean the messy wound.
When he finished, he helped me over to the bed where he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into a hug. He moved us onto the bed so that we were cuddling against the pillows that I hadn't thrown.
As he rubbed my back, I felt my eyelids starting to feel heavy. I knew that I would fall asleep soon, so I opened my mouth to say the words that I meant to say hours ago.
"I'm sorry."
He kissed my forehead,"I know."