White Horse
A Sisters Grimm Fan Fiction
Chapter 9
Puck sat on the couch, right next to Sabrina, holding her hand. They both sat up straight, their eyes not leaving Sabrina's parents. As soon as the words had left Puck's mouth, Daphne and Red had turned to each other and squealed. They'd grabbed onto each other tightly and sprinted from the room, probably ready to start planning the 'Puckabrina' wedding that they were sure was coming. Uncle Jake and Briar had shared a knowing glance and left the room. The only people left in the living room were the two teenagers, Granny Relda, Veronica, and Henry. The last of those people was so angry Sabrina could see steam coming out of his ears and Puck was amazed at how red his face had gotten.
"No," He shrugged. "I won't stand for it," He said.
Well, sit down then, Puck wanted to say, but he didn't. He knew it was important for Sabrina to have her parents' blessing in this and he wouldn't blow it.
"Dad, just because you guys gave birth to me doesn't mean you own me. I'm my own person and I'm going to make my own mistakes and my own choices. You're just going to have to deal with that." Sabrina said. Puck was shocked at how much older she sounded right now-more confident and sure of herself than she had when she'd confessed her love to him. She'd sounded young then. She'd sounded afraid and insecure. He'd been expecting the same here, but he wasn't getting that. "And daddy? No matter Where I go in life or who I get married to...how much time I spend with guys or how much I love my boyfriend...you'll always be my number one man," She said. But even this line, the line that should have been said with just a hint of sadness in her tone...none. Something had happened between Sabrina and Henry while he was gone. Something that he didn't know and nobody was telling him. Something awful had happened to hurt her. And he was going to find out what. Puck remembered one of the few deep conversations they'd ever had together, back when they were eleven and had just met. They'd been talking about love-he'd been telling her about her family past.
"My daddy said that the first time you fall in love it changes you forever and no matter how hard you try, that feeling just never goes away." She'd told him. He didn't remember his reply, but he remembered the look in her eyes-how they'd sparkled at the thought of her father and his romantic advice. Whenever Sabrina had talked about her father, she'd appeared younger...happier. She'd been able to admit she needed help. And then he'd returned. That was when it had all gotten different.
"Sabrina, you don't understand what being a Grimm means. You don't understand that to be a Grimm you have to make sacrifices. I let you get away with your foolish wishes and desires to stay here because you thought it was the only way he'd ever find you, but this is too much. You aren't making any sacrifices for anybody. We are supposed to protect the Everafters. We are supposed to make sure the world is safe from the Everafters if there is every a revolt. And you're more focused on-"
"Don't you dare try to tell me what being a Grimm is about." Sabrina snapped, jumping up from the couch. "Being a Grimm is not about Everafters. Being a Grimm isn't about magic and princesses and princes and happily ever afters. Being a Grimm is about family. And you turned your back to your family! You just left and you never looked back. You told us we didn't have any other family. You lied to Daphne and me our entire lives. And you're going to stand there and tell me that being a Grimm is all about protecting people and fairy tales? We'd still be Grimms even if this stuff wasn't real! We'd still be a family and we still would have written the fairy tales even if they weren't based on true events! And you, the one who just got up and left when things got too hard, are trying to make me believe that being a Grimm is all about protecting Everafters? The same creatures who you hate and just don't trust?" She glared at him, crossing her arms. She was loud and it took Puck a minute to realize she was yelling at Henry-and not in a way she'd ever yelled at him. She'd always been somewhat amused and almost proud when she'd yelled at Puck. But she was angry now. She was downright angry, cold to the core and there was no love in her tone at all.
"She's right," Granny Relda said from the corner of the room.
"She is," Veronica agreed.
"Being a Grimm...being a Grimm has very little to do with the fairytales. That past would have gotten lost if it hadn't been for the barrier. But we would have always been a family." Relda said. "And Sabrina is the first to admit and realize this. I always knew she was going to turn out to be the best Grimm since Jacob and Wilhelm," Granny smiled proudly at her granddaughter who beamed back at her. This was different as well. Sabrina and the old lady had always had frictions between them-problems and arguements. It was just who they were.
"Sabrina..."Puck spoke up.
"You stay quiet. This is all your fault," Henry snapped.
"It's not his fault! He didn't make me a Grimm. He didn't make me fall in love with him. None of this is his fault. It's nobody's fault. It's fate," Sabrina snapped, turning on her father and shooting him a look of cold hearted fury.
"The lost fairytale," Granny Relda whispered.
"No. Not my daughter. It's not about Sabrina," Henry said, lowering himself into a chair.
"What are you talking about? I thought the Lost Fairytale was just a legend," Puck said softly.
"What's the Lost Fairytale?" Sabrina asked, sharing a confused glance with Veronica.
"The Lost Fairytale is...it's a story that the Grimm's wrote-one of the few that weren't actually true events...it was about a non-ordiniary human who knew the secrets of the Everafter community-meaning a Grimm...and Anderson-any of the fairytale descendants, really...and an Everafter who fell in love. And this human would realize the true meaning of their family name. They would realize what the fairytales are truly based on. And they would stand up to the only person who really mattered to them-their father." Granny Relda explained.
"Sabrina hasn't realized the true basis of the fairytales!" Henry said.
"It's love," Puck blurted.
"What?" Henry asked, turning to him.
"Sabrina told me...she said there had to be a reason that everybody wanted love so badly...and she said it was because it was the closest thing we could come to magic. And when the love was honestly pure and innocent-honestly real...then a fairytale happened," Puck whispered.
"No...I didn't tell you that Puck. I was thinking that when I came into your room," Sabrina said, turning to the boy in confusion.
"Sabrina is the human who the Lost Fairytale was about," Granny Relda confirmed.
"No." Henry said.
Stop saying no, Puck glared at Henry, but he didn't say it aloud.
"I refuse to believe this."
Well stop refusing because it's true
"My daughter is not going to be marrying some dirty little everafter."
Some amazingly handsome, dirty little everafter king, actually
"I'm not going to let her make this mistake. We're going home. We're going back to the city."
Okay, let's go. My kingdom's there waiting for me
"No," Sabrina shook her head. "If that's true, then I can't get past the barrier. So, you go. But I'll stay right..."She sat back down on the couch and brought her legs up under her, leaning in close to Puck. "Right here," She smiled up at him.
